After hanging up, Faye Yardley opened her door and went to the workbench, preparing to make more Blood Replenishing Potions and torches.
"Sister, I can keep an eye on the workbench. You didn't have a proper dinner tonight, why don't you eat something now?"
Faye Yardley looked at Willow and hummed in agreement. She sat down on the small sofa nearby, then took out one dish after another from her warehouse, along with a bowl of aromatic sticky rice.
"Willow, do you like living here?"
"I love it. It's great here, Sister."
"But you're trapped on this raft; you can't go anywhere."
Willow Yardley glanced at the workbench before turning to face Faye Yardley. "This is your home, Sister, which means it's my home, too. What's not to like about being in your own home? I don't need to go anywhere. I'm perfectly happy just being able to look after our home."
'Is that so?'
Faye Yardley murmured, "Oh," and thought, 'No wonder you're the homemaker type. Home really is everything to you.'
