Qin Xue served a bowl of chicken soup, "This chicken soup is really good, drink it up everyone, it'll be good for your health."
Everyone had a dull complexion due to poverty, resulting in insufficient food and clothing. Each one looked malnourished, their vitality low.
A customer's reminder today led Qin Xue to realize she needed to nurture these women to be more appealing, making them living billboards for the store.
She grinned rather eerily at the other women, contemplating how she would instruct them on self-care after work. She imagined how they'd enthrall their men at home.
"Qin Xue, why are you grinning at us like that? It's rather creepy, you know?" asked Fang Xiu, a woman about her age, not bothering to contain herself.
"Hey, hey, hey, Fang Xiu, mind your words – what 'creepy'? This is clearly a smile of pure innocence, alright." Qin Xue refused to concede that her grin was frightening.
