Wendi shivered, chilled to the bone with fear.
How is this possible? How could she ever do such a thing? After such shameful acts, Aunt Hua gives her nothing but cold stares every time they meet. How could she possibly ask for their recipes, imitate their craftsmanship? That would be like asking to be slapped in the face. She couldn't possibly do such a thing and naturally, they wouldn't tell her either.
She really thought they were something special, their recipes something just anyone could know?
"Pah!" Aunt Hua spat, "With their poor and pathetic appearance, still trying to run a business without even the slightest sense of hygiene. Who would buy their pastries and not fear getting sick? Those tiny pastries they make, only a fool would buy that. It's embarrassing even to compare their pastries to ours."
