Upon seeing Gu Zi, Mother Lin's face lit up with a particularly radiant smile. She brought out a portion of braised meat she had prepared earlier, presenting it to Gu Zi. "Your sister-in-law and I managed to set up the stall," she began, "I prepared some meat for Aunt Yang at home. Tell her it's for breakfast, a taste test of sorts. If she likes it, she could help look after the business. Once the shop opens, it would be great if she could help out, especially since she knows the taste and can introduce it well."
Gu Zi accepted the small portion of meat, subconsciously weighing it in her palm. It was not heavy, probably about an ounce or so. It wasn't much, but it was enough for a meal.
"Don't worry, Mom," she reassured, "I know how to convince Aunt Yang to accept it." She understood that her mother's lengthy explanation was merely a reflection of her concern that her good friend might refuse out of pride.