"It's done," the old cat looked at the girl who walked out the door, raised his eyebrows and said, "Coffee, full sugar."
Claire Green had been doing experiments all night. Her delicate eyes were slightly red, showing some fatigue. She lowered her eyes to look at the coffee in front of her and took it impolitely for a sip.
"Let them try again."
Claire Green tilted her chin toward the lab, her husky voice conveying a tone that brooked no refusal.
Once the words were spoken.
The old cat grinned with a reassuring expression, "You take a break first, I'll let them try according to your changes."
Claire Green murmured softly, found a random spot, and propped her face with one hand to catch up on sleep.
Seeing this, even the old cat's footsteps became lighter. He pointed at a few people and spoke in a low voice.
"You guys go and experiment," he paused, "remember to keep the noise down."
