Chapter 882 The Murderer Is Someone Else (1/2)

”Scum, I bought you a wild snakehead fish. The soup is very fresh. I'll get you a bowl.” She opened the lunch box and spooned out a bowl of soup. ”It's good for your wound to heal. Eat more.”

Jim was about to take it, but he took it back secretly. ”I haven't fully recovered my strength. I can't hold the soup. What should I do?”

”What?” Hearing that, Eva was stunned. Since his assistant and nurse were not here. They were sent away by Jim, she had to take care of him.

”Well... Let me feed you.” She was a little embarrassed, but after all, he saved her life. Without him, she would be the one lying here now.

A mischievous smile crept up on Jim's face. ”Thank you.”

Eva helped him remove the small bones from the snakehead fish. The young master didn't like to spit out bones, so she put the fish and soup into his mouth and asked, ”How does it taste?”

She cooked it according to the method taught by her mother. After it was done, she tasted it first. It tasted good, so she dared to bring it to this picky young master.

Jim nodded, ”It's pretty good considering your terrible cooking skill.”

It sounded like a praise.

Eva was very satisfied. People like him, who had always been sharp tongued, couldn't say anything particularly pleasant.

”How about having a crystal dumpling?” She picked up a crystal dumpling and put it to his mouth.

Jim was pleased. As long as she was so gentle, he would be willing to be bitten by the poisonous snake ten times.

At the end of the meal, Essie, and Zac came.

”It seems that we come at a bad time,” said Essie with a smile, covering her mouth.

”Yes, we have bothered the little couple,” Zac teased.

”I'm your sister-in-law. Don't talk nonsense, okay?” Eva rolled her eyes at them, pretending to be angry.

”Are you all right?” Zac looked at the injury on Jim's ankle.

”I'm fine. It's just a minor injury,” Jim said indifferently.

”That's good. Didn't they say that they are all tamed Bungarus multicinctus snakes with their poisonous teeth removed? How could there be poisonous snakes mixed in there?” Asked Essie, frowning.

Before Eva came, Eve had reported the preliminary investigation results to Jim.

”This snake is wild, not raised in the zoo,” said Jim in a low voice.

”Why is the wild snake in the cage?” Eva was slightly shocked when she heard this.