李舒雅咳嗽得眼泪都出来了， kicking against the bottom of the barrel was like hitting a solid wall of stink. She pushed herself up, covered in muck and worse, and took a shaky look around. The culprit was still there, sitting on a stool and casually watching her like she was a有趣的虫子.

"Asshole," 李舒雅 muttered, her face burning. She wiped her eyes on her sleeve and squared her shoulders. No use crying over spilled slop. What mattered was the slop was spreading. That meant trouble.

She straightened up and started walking away, but the moment she turned the corner, she almost ran into someone. "Oh! Excuse me!" she cried, stumbling back.

"Hey careful there," said the voice, a young man with bright eyes who was carrying a stack of laundry. He handed her the damp cloth just as she nearly took it from him. "Name's Liu Biao. Currently assigned to the kitchen. You're Li Shuyu, right?"

Liu Biao. 李舒雅 recognized the name. He'd been assigned to the kitchens the same time she had, though he seemed to be making headway while she was still mostly dealing with the泔桶. "Uh, yeah. That's me."