People strive to better themselves, just as water flows downhill. It's a simple truth.
Chen Wanqing handed a cup of warm tea to Mrs. Zhao. "Mom, please drink this."
Mrs. Zhao wanted to protest. 'At a time like this, how could I possibly drink anything?'
But Chen Wanqing's expression was calm and her gaze was serene. Her composure was so reassuring that Mrs. Zhao took the teacup without realizing it.
"Aunts, is it just a few of you who want to quit, or do all of your relatives who help me make incense want to quit as well?"
The women exchanged glances, finally choosing to tell the truth. "We all want to quit. Every family is short-handed these days, after all. Wanqing, we know it's wrong of us to walk out on you like this, but we have our own problems to deal with."
"I understand. In that case, I won't try to make any of you stay. Please wait a moment. I'll go to my room and settle your wages for the past half-month."
