Little Taotie knocked on the door, then opened it and brought in a stack of dishes, the small person carrying the big tray still steady.
The light turned on, she put the food on the table, said nothing, and turned to leave.
"Wait a minute." The young white coat suddenly called out to her.
Little Taotie tilted her head with an innocent look: "I'm just delivering food."
"Call him here."
"Who?"
"The person who left just now."
"Oh, but he's not on the ship anymore."
"Find someone who can make decisions."
Little Taotie straightened her back, patted her chest: "Me!"
The young white coat glanced at her, lowered his eyes: "You're just delivering food."
Little Taotie, puffing with anger, leaned closer to him: "I can decide—"
Her words abruptly stopped because the man had already reached out to grab her shoulder.
"What are you trying to do?" Little Taotie didn't resist, allowing him to hold her.
