Sutan rolled up her sleeves and began kneading the dough. Noticing that the vegetables she needed were on the table by the window, Hechengming took the initiative to fetch them, sat down on the sofa, and started trimming the greens.
Hechengming looked around the room. In just a few days, Sutan had managed to furnish the previously empty space and give it a cozy, homelike feel.
A thick curtain hung over the door, and she had pasted brand-new newspapers over the peeling patches on the walls.
Chapter 17