Betty Anderson took a step forward, and had already gotten rid of his previous anger, "Mom, do you have a good idea?"
"Betty, didn't she say that we don't have the ability to let the whole world know about this? Then we will do as she says and let the whole world know about this. I don't believe that William Walton can reject old general's request in front of everyone."
Betty Anderson frowned, "You mean... let him help us? "
"The old gramps is a righteous man, if Mr. Walton does not agree, he wouldn't speak up for us in front of the media, but we can bring up this matter in the name of the old general."
As Helen Anderson spoke, she whispered a few words into Betty Anderson's ear.
Betty Anderson raised her eyebrows, and revealed an evil grin.
After she returning to her room, William Walton had just finished changing.
He asked, "Who called you? You chatted for so long."
Laura did not lie, "Betty Anderson."
"Did she find fault with you again?"
She smiled, "Do whatever she wants. Her evil words can't hurt me now anyways. Since the dog is barking at me, I can't possibly imitate it, right?"
Hearing her words, William Walton could not help but laugh: "It's good that you're not angry, go upstairs to change, and come down to eat."
She answered and went upstairs.
The dinner was as sumptuous as usual.
She didn't know why, but her appetite had always been good.
After taking two bites, she felt her stomach churn.
She picked up the food then put it down.
It seemed as if she was barely able to eat them.
William Walton asked: "What's wrong? You don't like them? "
She shook her head.
"No, auntie's cooking has always been very delicious."
"Then why didn't you eat well tonight?"
Thinking about it, she said, "It's probably because of the food I ate this afternoon, before we went to the basketball court to wait for you this afternoon, I ate something. I don't feel hungry at all."
"You still dare to eat street food?"
William Walton frowned: "That kind of thing is as dirty as it can be. Have you forgotten the consequences of eating takeout last time?"
"It's fine, it's better not to see it."
"Laura, where did all this nonsense come from? Dirty is dirty, how can it be clean just because you can't see?"
William Walton slanted her, "You are not allowed to eat that kind of food in the future. Last time, when I ate the street food at the side of Big City Home, I got acute enteritis all the time, have you forgotten about this?"
When she thought of the shop, she asked, "Oh right, that stall was forced to close. This has nothing to do with you. Right?"
"It was I who did my duty as a citizen to report that booth so they were investigated. As for why they disappeared? It must be because they sell unclean food. If it meets the sanitary request, the booth will not be closed down. "
She said in a speechless manner, "You really… I heard that the owner of that shop relies on it to support his family. With so many people eating there, they are fine. Since you felt uncomfortable, you should blame yourself for not being healthy and strong enough."
