Chapter 46 Tortellinis in Brodo
Chapter 46 Tortellinis in Brodo
The worn, cheap necklace that Lisa had worn for over ten years was taken from her on the very first day she arrived at the Olsen Mansion.
Maggie, who had a strong disdain for anything connected to the supernatural, grabbed it and tossed it aside. Lisa protested, but Bernard scolded her, telling her she was being inconsiderate of Maggie.
At that moment, Bernard held her by the shoulders and said, “Lisa, now that you’re here, it’s time to leave the past behind. You’re no longer that wild girl from the village. You’re now part of the Olsens. Keeping things like this will only remind you of those difficult, poor days. Do you understand?”
Lisa didn’t find those days painful, but she clearly remembered Wanda’s advice to get along with the family when she left the village. So, despite feeling reluctant, she chose not to argue with Maggie.
That necklace wasn’t thrown away?” Lisa asked.
“No,” Tiffany answered. “Mom planned to throw it out when she took it, but she forgot. The maid mistook it for her jewelry Jand put it in the jewelry box.
“Lisa,” Tiffany said gently, “since Mario got sick because of this family, could you help him? In return, I’ll get the necklace from Mom and give it back to you.”
Lisa extended her hand. “Give it to me first.”
“No, you have to—”
“Don’t bother if you’re not going to give it to me,” Lisa interrupted.
Tiffany expected Lisa to react emotionally and beg for the necklace, but Lisa’s calm indifference completely caught her off guard.
“Fine. Wait here,” Tiffany said, nodding before leaving.
Unlike Lisa, Tiffany was familiar with Maggie’s walk–in closet. Lisa, on the other hand, would likely be suspected of stealing something just for walking through it.
The staff at the Olsens‘ estate didn’t see Lisa as Ms. Olsen but rather as a household thief.
It didn’t take long for Tiffany to return, holding the old necklace in her hands. She placed it in Lisa’s palm. “Here, take a look. Is it the one that’s yours?”
What was meant to be a protective charm was nothing more than a small wooden plaque with “Faith, Hope, Love” engraved on one side and “Abundant Life” on the other, strung with a cord. It looked like something you’d find at a street market in bulk.
Lisa ran her fingers over the small chip in the wood, confirming that it was indeed the same one.
She put the necklace in a drawer and asked, “What does he want to eat?”
“Tortellini in brodo,” Tiffany responded quickly. “Make sure you make extra.”
Lisa was already an experienced cook, having studied many recipes specifically for Mario’s condition. Her cooking skills were just as good, if not better, than the highly–paid chefs the Olsens employed.
The difference was that the chefs specialized in complicated, high–end dishes, while Lisa preferred simple, home–cooked meals.
Tiffany ushered everyone out of the kitchen. Lisa gathered her ingredients: free–range chicken, fresh parsley and thyme, a knob of butter, and finely grated Parmesan. She minced the chicken, kneaded the dough, rolled it thin, and folded the filling into neat little parcels, each one was plump and golden–edged.
Tiffany stood nearby, eager to learn, but being pampered all her life, she didn’t even know how to tell when water was boiling. let alone how Lisa managed to wrap the filling so deftly.
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Chapter 46 Tortellinis in Brodo
The house always kept homemade stock on hand. Lisa simmered the tortellinis in a clear chicken broth, adding a pinch of saffron threads, carefully remembering that Mario hated scallions, so she left them out.
Once the tortellinis were ready, she put them in a thermos to keep warm and stored the leftovers in a container for the fridge. “Take this to him quickly, or it’ll get cold.”
“Okay.” Tiffany grabbed the thermos. “Why don’t you come with me? Mario will be so happy to know you made these little for
him.”
As Tiffany had predicted, Lisa rejected the offer immediately. “I’m not going.”
Tiffany didn’t insist. She quickly called for the driver to take her to the hospital.
By the time they arrived, Mario was sitting up, going through some reports. Tiffany rushed over to him. “Mario! Didn’t the doctor say you should be resting?”
“I’m fine,” Mario replied, though his face was still pale. He frowned as he read the documents. “It’ll be over soon.”
Tiffany glared at Wilfrid Pauley, who stood by. “Didn’t I tell you no work for the next few days?”
Wilfrid smiled sheepishly. “I can’t help it. Mr. Mario only listens to you, Ms. Tiffany. You should talk to him.”
Tiffany sighed and sat down in a chair. “I brought you tortellinis. Eat them while they’re still hot.”
She opened the thermos, and the delicious aroma of the food filled the room. Wilfrid commented, “Ms. Tiffany, your cooking is still as good as ever. Last time you brought lunch to the office, everyone craved it.”
“I didn’t know you’d be here today, Wilfrid, so I only made one serving,” Tiffany replied with a smile. “Next time, I’ll bring you
some too.”
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