The old woman sat alone in front of the freezer, her hands deftly waving the knife, the sound of fish scales being scraped off combining with the short song she hummed, giving anyone who heard it goosebumps.
Standing at the door, Han Fei coughed lightly, and the old woman's movements stopped immediately, the room fell silent in an instant.
Hands stained with fish scales and bloodstains slowly reached out, the old woman pulled down her headscarf, covering half of her face, before turning her head timidly towards the back door.
Her bright eyes were like black gems, full of luster, as if they had been constantly polished by flowing water.
"Are you here to eat? I'm sorry, the Chef isn't here, but if you're really hungry, I can make something simple for you," said the old lady, her voice sounding much younger than her age and devoid of the expected hoarseness, "Don't worry, it's on the house."