Looking at the woman who had suddenly appeared behind her, Yu Huang subconsciously tightened her grip on the rice bowl.
The person noticed that Yu Huang was squeezing the bowl very hard, as if she was frightened.
The woman subconsciously reached out to touch her mask. Seeing that the mask was still on her face and didn't reveal her terrifying appearance, she heaved a sigh of relief.
Yu Huang also realized that she had lost her composure. She placed the bowl in the sink behind her and turned to the woman to say, "Let me guess. You must be Naris." She carried the faint scent of perfume, like a fresh flower blooming in the morning, mixed with the faint fragrance of dew.
This must be the boss' daughter, who was good at making perfume.
Naris walked towards Yu Huang. Without another word, she rolled up her sleeves and washed the dishes.
She said, "There's no other woman here except me. I'm Naris."
