A faint blush crept onto Shalma Hughes's face. She paused, took the soup spoon from Julian Winslow's hand, and brought it to her lips for a taste. She had to admit, his cooking skills were truly excellent, almost on par with Mrs. Lewis and Miss Laura.
She was starving, so she ate slowly and deliberately. After a while, she asked, "The fridge was completely empty. Where did you get all this?"
"There's a wet market not far from the entrance of the residential complex downstairs. I made a trip there," Julian replied.
This answer completely stunned Shalma. He actually went to a wet market? How could he... But shortly after, she remembered what Sharon Morton had told her. There was a time when he had left the Winslow Family with that person; he was willing to give up his family for them. Sharon had said that he hadn't lived well during that period, surviving on simple, coarse meals. With that in mind, it didn't seem so strange that he would frequent a wet market.
