So everyone in the kitchen perked up. Actually, this was considered good news, at least the Fifth Young Master wanted to eat. If he refused to eat, they'd have less work, but would be more worried.
The chicken soup in the clay pot was bubbling, emitting a tempting golden hue of chicken fat. Sometimes the Fifth Young Master enjoyed having his rice soaked in hot chicken soup.
By the time there was some commotion outside, things in the kitchen were almost ready.
Cecilia Wilson was feeling a little uneasy, since this was the first time he was having a meal with someone waiting on him nearby.
Fifth Master Foster, however, was eating happily. After finishing a bowl of rice soaking in chicken soup, he noticed Cecilia still sitting there.
