"I-I am," the middle-aged woman, her face full of wrinkles, said, somewhat nervously.
Jing Shu looked the tall, thin middle-aged woman up and down, noticed she was relatively clean among the group, and nodded inwardly before saying, "Captain Li mentioned that you have been cooking the meals recently? For the next few days, I would like to hire you as a cook. Your compensation will be two meals a day."
Aunt Wang's sallow face broke into a smile. "Ah, I have a daughter. Can she help me out? She is very capable. Cooking for dozens of people requires a helper..."
Aunt Wang's daughter, though seventeen or eighteen years old, looked extremely thin, almost like a dried radish. She was nervously watching Jing Shu.
