Evelyn Crawford said, "You can go on ahead, I will dress myself."
"Alright then." Mrs. Smith nodded her head, handing the skirt to Evelyn Crawford, "Once you have washed up and are ready, come downstairs. I woke up early this morning and made scallion pancakes, they should be eaten while hot."
"Okay."
Evelyn Crawford nodded her head.
Mrs. Smith left the bedroom, looking back three steps at a time, her gaze lingering on Evelyn Crawford until she stepped out of the bedroom door.
Evelyn Crawford's mouth watered as she licked her tongue; she had always heard that the scallion pancakes from City A were the most authentic, and also the local's favorite breakfast food.
For someone of Mrs. Smith's esteemed status to personally make them for her, she would make sure to enjoy them thoroughly.
Evelyn Crawford dressed herself and looked at her own reflection in the mirror.
She lifted the corners of her mouth, revealing what she believed to be the most ladylike and elegant smile.
