It was fine if the cooks were crying while cooking – no one saw them. But the red eyes of the ones who served the food to the lords weren't acceptable.
Steward felt helpless in the situation. In fact, he also mourned Finnie, but he had to manage the household properly. He was becoming desperate realizing he will be the one who'll has to serve the lords during the meal on top of his already overwhelming duties. That was when he stumbled upon a young maid, energetically storming through the hallways with a mop in hand.
She wasn't particularly meticulous, but something about her stood out in the current circumstances – she wasn't crying! Even more, she was happily humming a tune as she cleaned the hallway, unaffected by the sobs echoing around her.
"What's your name?" Steward asked, trying to remember whether he had seen her before.
"LeeLee." Lee said, inwardly shuddering at the nickname Ling Xiaotao tried to push on him. In the current situation it kind of worked, though.
