"Let's see what's been cooked today."
The middle-aged woman with a smile placed the serving plate on the table.
Within the pristine white plate were steaming hot dishes, their rich aroma rising in the moist air.
"It's chives scrambled with eggs!"
Lin Chichi, who had just pushed the door open, plopped down onto a chair, her hands on the edge of the table, her little head leaning forward as she took a deep breath, "Smells good."
Then she reached out to grab the chopsticks next to her and reached for a piece of egg in the plate.
Slap—
The middle-aged woman knocked her hand away, "Go wash your hands."
"Alright."
Lin Chichi put the chopsticks away and walked towards the kitchen.
"Ah, coming to wash your hands?"
In the narrow kitchen, a somewhat portly middle-aged man was lathering his hands with handwash, looking over at Lin Chichi with a smile, "Line up."
"You go first, you think you're so great."