"Listen, you have a bad stomach, you can't eat hot pot anymore."
What Norman Bennett said made sense, but Claire White told her that eating spicy food was fine, and eating hot pot once a week was not a problem.
Drinking a little yogurt before eating hot pot was even better.
But to Norman Bennett, it meant she couldn't touch it at all.
"Oh!" She wasn't sure why, but she was feeling a bit emotional and couldn't calm down, maybe because she was just bored.
Putting down her pen, she walked straight to her desk with a pouty face.
"Finished writing?" When Norman Bennett saw this girl looking unhappy, his first reaction was to pull her into his arms and coax her patiently.
Unexpectedly, she grabbed her cup, turned her head, and walked toward the door without saying anything.
Her little short legs moved unusually quickly, and she was out the door within a few steps.
The sound of the door closing was quite gentle.
