She silently got up, went to the kitchen, and brought out two bowls of chicken soup. She placed one in front of each of them. "Arguing saps your energy. You should both drink a bowl to get your spirits back. I'm going to get one for myself."
Seeing Ashley Bowen turn back into the kitchen, Old Man Goodman picked up his bowl and took a hearty gulp. His eyes lit up. He nodded, then took another big mouthful. "You brat, this wife of yours is pretty good."
"Of course I know my wife is good. I don't need your compliments," Yuri Sinclair shot him a glare, then also picked up his bowl and took a sip. The flavor was, indeed, delicious.
Just as he put his bowl down, preparing to pick up some food, Old Man Goodman suddenly grabbed his hand. "Someone's coming! I hear a car!"
Old Man Goodman had always had sharp hearing, even at his advanced age.
Yuri Sinclair shot to his feet, but the pain from the wound on his leg made him grit his teeth.
