Donald’s pov

"Master, here is the test report!" Ira knocked on the door and came in, handing in a report with both hands. "The test result shows that the food cooked by the cook is all right. Should we let him go?"

no problem?

How is that possible?

"His certificate and graduation certificate are real. He once worked in a Michelin 3-star restaurant."

So, Trista really just ate the wrong food?

"But..." Ira's expression was a little serious. She looked at me seriously and said after a pause, "the chocolate made by Miss Yvette contains too much of the two o'clock trioxide, which will lead to infertility."

what???

I know...