Sheila turned on the light as it started getting dark in the shop. It was fine while the sun was overhead, but as soon as it was on the other side of the veil, it got a bit too dark in her shop.
She went back to her station, stirring the broth and pulling out the raw noodles from a bag before putting it into one of the boiling pots. From the other boiling pot, she took out freshly cooked, firm noodles and put them in a bowl, and started putting the broth and garnishes on top.
"Rena, we're running out of bowls. Wash some please," Sheila said.
"Okay," Rena said and took the bowls that had been gathered in the store outside to wash them by the stream. Rena was older than Sheila by nearly a decade, but the two of them spoke to each other equally since Sheila had employed Rena after she had nowhere to go.
Sheila gave the bowl of noodles to her customer and returned to the station again to cook the raw noodles she had just put in.
