Chapter 25

I could hardly believe my ears. My gaze flickered between Felix and the bowl of chicken noodle soup in front of me. "You made this yourself?" Felix nodded, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "And the broth too?" My skeptical tone made him laugh. He reached out and pinched my cheek. "Not only did I slow-cook the broth for hours, but I also rolled and cut the noodles by hand." It was hard to imagine someone like Felix, always polished and aristocratic, standing in the kitchen making noodles from scratch, with his sleeves rolled up and flour on his hands. During my time abroad, I often cooked simple meals for myself. But homemade soup like this, with hand-cut noodles and fresh herbs, was something I had never attempted. Given Felix's status, he had every reason to let someone else do these kinds of things. I thought for a moment and said, "Maybe we should hire a housekeeper. Your time is valuable. It really shouldn't be spent on minor things like this." Both of u