"Miss Ahn, She's the one that has been making soup for you ever since you got here" It had been five days ever since Jessica was sick, and because she'd recover to a good extent, Xin introduced her to the granny that had been cooking her soup all along.
She stood quite tall and slim, her short grey hair neat and likely styled with old-fashioned rollers, the kind women used to sleep in, and her face was more wrinkled than a summer shirt dragged out on a festering laundry basket.
"Good day" Jessica greeted, and through thin lips that stretch over toothless gums, the old lady spoke "Hello dear. Are you feeling any better?"
She nodded with a smile "Yes. Your soup helped me out a lot. Thank you so much."
"I'm glad I could help." It wasn't easy for Xin to convince her, but since she hadn't heard moans and bickering from his apartment, she rewarded him for how quiet his place had been.
