Then, that afternoon, the teacher with the keen sense of smell did not come back.
Although the salary was high, this girl truly had too much "talent." I felt inadequate, knowing my knowledge was limited, and couldn't teach such an exceptionally gifted individual.
"I'm sorry, Mr. William. I don't think I can accept this job. I hope you can arrange for someone to take me away. Thank you."
"Can I ask, what's the reason?"
"I... Sigh, it's nothing, just don't want to stay here. Sorry!"
The teacher couldn't exactly say that it was because your young lady has poor aptitude and a distorted sense of smell and that I can't teach her.
And so, it could only be left at that.
At noon, when Hannah saw the dishes on the table, she smiled happily. Indeed, she had asked the right thing. These were exactly the dishes she wanted, nothing different.
However, Grandpa's fish...
