Mianmian nodded, she just had to get her things.
"Let me just get my things.."
Mianmian felt a bit anxious, she had left the restaurant without taking her recipe book.
It was the one thing she couldn't afford to lose.
Her eyes darted over the shelf, searching for it , slowly loosing the light when she couldn't find her recipe book.
It's gone?
It's gone!
Mianmian froze. The spot where her recipe book should have been was bare. For a second, she couldn't breathe. Then the air rushed out of her lungs in a sharp gasp.
"No… no, no…" Her voice cracked, trembling. Her hands flew to the shelf, pulling aside bowls and papers as if it might be tucked away somewhere.
Nothing.
Her heart hammered wildly in her chest.
Two years of work. Her everything. Gone.
"Who—who took it?" The words spilled out, frantic. Her gaze swept the kitchen, her eyes wild and desperate. "Who touched this shelf? Who touched it!?"
