Xia Zhiqiu finally finished all her work. She put away the cleaning supplies and placed them by the door before she wiped the sweat from her forehead with her free hand.
"Tired, aren't you?" The cook came out of the kitchen, carrying a glass of iced orange juice and offered it to her, "Here, have some, it's chilly~"
Xia Zhiqiu hurriedly refused, "No need, no need, this is someone else's home, it's not right for me to drink their stuff, and I brought my own water." She walked to the door and pulled out a thermos from the side pocket of her backpack, opened it, and found it was already empty.
"Just have this," the cook insisted, offering the drink again, "You've been working for several hours now without hardly a break, what's wrong with having a glass of orange juice? Besides, they won't mind such a small thing."
"When you become a live-in cleaner here, you'll have a share of everything in this fridge."
