The female pastry chef clearly heard the sound of swallowing.
She couldn't help but be startled.
Was Jason hungry again?
Then came self-reproach.
I suppose I still made too little.
No.
It must be because sweets like pastries are simply too monotonous to truly suffice for a lunch.
I need to learn other cooking methods!
But the sweet scents inside the pastry shop cannot mix with other flavors...
Remodel the corridor?
The female pastry chef fell into deep thought.
St. Mungo's Academy student council president Tedi did not notice the sound of Jason swallowing at all, she walked over with a carefree attitude.
"Instructor Jason, this is your identity proof for St. Mungo's Academy."
"This is the school's emblem."
"This is your salary for the first week."
The girl president handed a kraft paper envelope to Jason.
Inside the envelope was something like a business card that served as an identity proof, but it was made of metal.
