The woman who had just inquired at Madam Xie's Xuexue Flower Shop about employment carefully placed the pastry given to her by Madam Xie into her pocket. She didn't want to eat it; she planned to take it home for her child. Farmers were like that, unable to afford snacks on regular days. Whenever they got something tasty, they always wanted to bring it home to delight their Little Kid.
She stood up, dusted off the dirt on her behind, and approached Xuexue with a smile on her face, trying to ingratiate herself, "Ah hehe...! Xuexue."
Upon hearing this, Xuexue looked up. This woman didn't usually associate with their family, but for some reason, she had been coming around often these days, "Aunt Zhang, what's up?"
"Hehe, I hear from your mother that your town's flower shop is quite large. You surely can't handle it all on your own. Are you looking to hire help?"