Mrs. Hudson was not on the first floor at this moment, and the remaining fire in the fireplace was almost burning.

However, the hot soup on the shelf still has a trace of heat when sealed in the jar.

“…”

“Sure enough, it’s still too late to come back…”

While sighing quietly, Ronald bent down and took a bite and tasted it.

It tastes good, it is the skill of the landlord's wife.

So he walked aside, picked up the food that Hudson had prepared long ago, and returned to his room.

He probably couldn't sleep today.

When he was in the detective office, he had never been empty in his cup.

I don't know why.
Chapter completed!