In the outer courtyard, Erika accompanied Rufina for a walk.
At the end of the year, the grass becomes withered and yellow.
Erika took off her coat and put it near her mother's shoulder. Rufina accepted it then looked at the inside of the building that opened up ahead, and sighed.
"You used to cook for them often?"
Erika smiled and nodded. "Normally, I don't have any other job, so I learned some skills from the chefs. After that, I got used to doing it after a long time."
"Erika, you spoil men too much if you continue like this!" Rufina looked at her worriedly. She couldn't understand her daughter's overly good temper.
She is a gentle woman. She did everything by herself, which in her opinion would make men take her for granted.
