C93 Love Letter(1)

The faucet was not shut tight, and the little drops of water fell mischievously, and the old woman, hunched in her pink floral apron, fiddled with the flour under her hands and kneaded it into a dough, and watched as her old hands did not lose their flexibility because of age.

Small figures like dolls appeared under her hands, and in the end, they were all sent into the oven