Chapter 72

Yvonne watched Icarus make the soup with disdain that she concealed outwardly. Was he serious? How could he claim that a soup made with some random herb and a bit of salami would taste out of this world? But after a few minutes, a delicious aroma started to waft over from the pot. Yvonne's expression changed slightly, and she felt a little embarrassed. "I'll admit that it smells good. Its taste is another matter, though," she thought, trying to justify her earlier disdain and not admit that she might be wrong. After another ten minutes, the aroma became very rich. Yvonne wasn't initially hungry, but the smell made her stomach growl. How could a plain soup made from some salami and an herb smell this good? "Mr. Frye, is it ready yet?" Yvonne asked, blushing slightly. "Not yet. It needs to simmer for at least an hour," Icarus replied. Yvonne sat there, staring blankly and waiting for what felt like forever. She had swallowed her saliva countless times as she waited. "It's ready."