Hearing that, Dollie waved happily at her father and said, “Bye, Dad

Leave us alone now!"

Sidell laughed. He picked up a file from the desk and walked to the door. As he passed Sheffield, he patted him on the shoulder and said earnestly, "Sheffield, I'll leave her to you."

There was a fleeting Look in Sheffield's eyes. He understood what the president meant, but he chose to ignore it.

"I assure you that I will take good care of her, Sidell."

“Then, I can rest easy." Sidell left.

The two of them were left alone in the office. Dollie moved closer to

Sheffield. She said gently, “Where are we going for lunch?"

“What do you want to eat?" Sheffield stood up and walked away from her.

“You like French cuisine. Let's have that."

Sheffield paused for a moment and then said, “I don't like it anymore.”

“You don't like it anymore? Why not?" She remembered clearly that he loved it. He had said so only a few days ago.

"I don't like cheese," he replied casually, with his hands in his pockets.

And most of the food in French restaurants had cheese in them.

“You don't Like cheese either? Steamed goose with cheese and bacon was your favorite, wasn't it?" Dollie asked in confusion.

Sheffield was already in a bad mood because he hadn't found Evelina yet. Impatience crept into his whole system as he tried to deal with

Dollie. Looking back at the girl, he replied calmly, "People's likes change. Isn't that normal?”

She nodded slightly.

"What should we have then?" she asked.

“I heard that there is a new course called Stewed Trotter with Plum on the fifth floor of the Alioth Building. I want to try that."

"Stewed trotter.. with plum?’ Dollie was totally confused now.

Sheffield turned around to look at her and asked, "What's wrong? You don't like it?"

She shook her head.

"No, no. I just haven't heard of it before. Let's go."

A contented smile appeared on his face.