"Oh, that's great."
The girl's face was always flushed, her cheeks never hiding her joy. She turned her head slightly, nibbling a faint smile.
"You know, your emotions are written all over your face," Xu Xiaoyou said. "Be careful next time, don't hurt your hand again."
She obviously noticed the little pig band-aid stuck next to the girl's thumb, exactly the same as the one on her own index finger.
"Because this kind of thing is really reason to be happy, to have your efforts recognized by others, at least you know you're not just doing useless work," Tang Xin said. "This feeling makes my heart not so uneasy..."
She seemed to have something more to say, but her thoughts drifted away with the aroma of the meal.
Xu Xiaoyou observed the girl's little expressions, nodding thoughtfully, "In that case, you can become a chef at a restaurant; if the base is big enough, there will always be customers who will appreciate you."
