As the summer vacation approached, Mr. Song's daughter Lily also came to the restaurant to help out.

She was a year younger than me but half a head taller, with a high ponytail and neat bangs.

Her skin was as white as snowflakes under the winter sun, extremely beautiful.

Even Pan Auntie's prettiest second daughter paled in comparison to Lily.

When Lily came to the restaurant, she didn't have any serious tasks.

During busy times, she helped serve dishes in the front hall, and during slow times, she helped pick vegetables in the kitchen.

She sweetly called me "Pan Pan Sister," pulling me aside to chatter about what was happening at her school.

One moment she talked about the class leader forming cliques, the next she complained about how difficult the math problems were.

As I picked vegetables, I asked her, "What is a class leader?"

She was so surprised that her mouth hung open, staring at me for a while before asking, "You don't know what a class leader is?"

I shook my head, "I only know about the head chef."

Lily closed her mouth, then after a while, cautiously asked, "Have you never been to school?"

"No."

"So, you can't read either?"

I nodded.

Lily looked at me, her eyes filled with the same sympathy as Mr. Song did when he took me in as a dishwasher that day.

In front of this princess-like girl, my self-esteem felt like wheat drying on the dirt road, repeatedly trampled.

"It's okay, Pan Pan Sister, I'll teach you how to read!" Lily patted her chest, like a brave leader in a movie.

"Remember, knowledge changes destiny!"