That afternoon, after Lucas retired to his room, Irene returned to the kitchen in the main block.

"How was it, Irene? Did he bully you? Did that dog bite you?" Mrs. Flores asked.

"Mr. Lucas said I'm a poorer cook than him and that he won't let me work there anymore if I don't improve my cooking by tomorrow," Irene said gloomily. "The dog is fine. It didn't bite me."

"Don't worry, Irene. I'll teach you a few recipes. I promise that you will be okay by tomorrow night."

"Thank you, Mrs. Flores." Irene got back on her feet right away. "Mrs. Flores, I think that Mr. Lucas isn't that bad of a person. He didn't call me ugly. Though he complained about my cooking, he still finished everything."

"Maybe was very hungry. It's surprising that he didn't call you ugly, though."

"I'm surprised, too. Which is why I have to do my job well and clear my debt."

Mrs. Flores was instantly overwhelmed by emotions when she saw the bright smile on Irene's face. "Is it okay to not go attend your univers