"Oh, so Xiuxiu, have you had lunch yet? Are you hungry? Would you like Aunt Luo to make you a bowl of noodles or something?" Aunt Luo, seeing that it was already afternoon and knowing that Xu Xiuxiu was very busy, was afraid she had forgotten to eat lunch, so she asked with concern.
Initially, when she had started working for the Song Family, what had attracted her was the good treatment offered by the family, including meals and accommodations, plus a salary of fifty yuan per month. This was significantly higher than what her son earned as a security guard after moving bricks, and since she was getting older and capable of doing only so much—mainly cooking and watching the children—the employers had not set high demands, and the chores were quite easy for her.
