As he spoke, he picked up the thermos cup and opened it.
The cup was filled with some sweet honeyed porridge. The scent filled the room. Mr Lawson smelled it too, so he said, "This is from Ms Hardin. She said it's a token of her appreciation."
"Just porridge? Is she such a down-to-earth person?" Ian looked at the pink thermos cup and couldn't help laughing. He took his empty coffee cup and poured the porridge into it.
He took a sip and felt warm.
"Mr Grimes, it's a little too sweet for you, isn't it?" Mr Lawson couldn't take the smell anymore. "How about I throw it out and order something else for you?"
Ian glanced at him coldly and said, "No need. GO and do your work."
"..."
At four o'clock in the afternoon, Mr Lawson went to the Translation Department and returned the clean therm
