"Madam White, you're too kind. I didn't really do anything. If I said anything that upset you, please don't take it to heart."
"Not at all. Oh my, we've been talking for so long, you must be hungry." Madam White warmly held Joanna's hand and said, "Quickly tell me what you'd like to eat."
"But, Madam White..."
"Would you please satisfy a wish of mine? I've always wanted to cook a meal for my daughter, but..." Madam White's eyes welled up with tears as she spoke.
"Madam White, don't be sad. If it's okay with you, please cook me a bowl of noodles."
At first, Joanna felt embarrassed asking Madam White to cook for her.
But when Madam White mentioned her desire to cook for her daughter, Joanna felt a sense of sadness and reluctantly agreed.
"Noodles? Just a bowl of noodles?"
"Yes, I just feel like eating some noodles right now." In reality, she didn't want to trouble Madam White too much.
"Alright, wait here. I'll make it for you right away."