When Zhang Yuan heard these words, she was sitting at the table drinking soup. Today, the lady boss had made her old duck soup, which was very fresh. Zhang Yuan liked it very much. Her long hair hung down from both sides, and she sat quietly in the sunlight. The sun shone on her face, her rounded cheeks radiating a glow, yet in her eyes was an unresolvable confusion, unable to see hope for the future.
As soon as the lady boss finished speaking, the spoon in her hand fell with a "clang" into the bowl, splattering soup around the bowl and even onto her clothes.
But she was in no mood to care about this, grabbing the lady boss's hand, "What did you say? Chestnut hair and blue eyes?"
