The next morning, when Madam Zhou entered the kitchen, she found that Han Suwen had already organized the kitchen neatly.
Although she was skinny, she was very efficient.
"Why don't you take a break?"
While preparing the fillings, Han Suwen responded, "Miss took me in not to idly loaf about, Madam Zhou. From now on, please teach me the kitchen work. Although I'm not skilled at much, I can at least cook and I can give you a hand so you won't be so tired. I don't want a wage, just some food and a place to sleep."
Madam Zhou sized her up. The woman was thin—her height was about 1.6-1.7 meters but she looked like she weighed less than ninety pounds. Despite being quite young, her face appeared to be extremely fatigued, reminding people of petals drifting in the storm, evoking pity.
She said, "Yi Yi likes to eat shrimp dumplings, with a light flavor, and adds a bit of honey and vinegar."
Han Suwen's dead-gray eyes sparkled a little, "Thank you, Madam Zhou."
