Of course, Omer has understood the concept of the Traveler Summit, but... uh... will he be called by Rhodes Island later?

Although he already had this premonition, he still had to reply first, so Omer simply took a photo of himself in the kitchen: "It's pretty good, I can even cook."

"I'm impressed! I didn't expect Trainer Linton to have such cooking skills. These days, there are not many people who are willing to cook by themselves without letting the machine take care of it."

Uh... It's not that I haven't thought about it, I just want to save money...

Although it now seems that reducing the content of electrical appliances can indeed effectively combat Bourbon's halo of electrical appliance killers, Omer is not happy either.

He could only say with a subtle expression: "Then what's the matter with Chairman?"

"Condolences! This is the responsibility of the reins, but after thinking about it, I still need to say it myself. You must pay attention! Trainer Linton, whether it is the safety of the racing girl or your safety, here is a suggestion."

"Please say."

"Draw up! Draw up the schedule! The Dream Cup will be held next year, and the debut race will officially begin in December this year. This process requires the trainer and the racing girl to work together, so that's why!"

The voice on the other end of the call was extremely solemn.

"Players trying to participate in the Dream Cup must submit a preliminary schedule to the URA Association."

"The Classic Triple Crown, the Three Calendar Crowns, the Spring Triple Crown, the Autumn Triple Crown, the Emperor's Prize Consecutive Crown, or the St. Francis Triple Crown, or the Belgian Championship, you can write whatever you want. This schedule is just for reference, not for reference.

It will be implemented as a strict requirement.”

"But this is also the goal chosen by you and your racing wife, and it is also the association's assessment of your strength, so it must be taken seriously!"

"When is the earliest?"

"Just tomorrow, no matter what the latest?"

"No need, preparations will be made at the beginning. The chairman personally reminded me of this, and he also hopes that I will focus more on the work of a trainer instead of the dangerous commission of a mercenary, right?"

"Definitely! Although Trainer Linton is not as smart as a young man, he is too straightforward."

"The chairman is not too obsessed with the boss's efforts. I'll thank the chairman first, and then I'll talk to the horse racing girls in charge."

"Come on! Take care of yourself and your reins by the way. I probably want to tell you something, but I'm still more worried about your tempura overexploding. Goodbye!" "Eh? Chairman!"

The resolute chairman turned off the communication, mixed with the angry voice of the reins lady. Are these two people actually staying together?

...Oh, come to think of it, these two days are indeed not the time for those two to rest.

The overtime work hasn’t stopped yet.

Omo twitched the corner of his mouth, suddenly wanting to laugh, and glanced at the contents of the pot.

Under the astonished gaze of the cafeteria, a magic claw that was not afraid of being burned directly penetrated into the boiling oil, picked up two pieces of fried shrimp balls and placed them in front of his eyes.

After looking at it carefully for a few seconds, he shook his head.

I'm not too old, the chairman just wants to tease Miss Junchuan.

But the preliminary schedule...

He turned to look at the tea seat next to the guests, and then turned to look in the direction of the living room. There were voices yelling at him to hurry up and prepare the dishes for dinner.

"The schedule can be drawn up tomorrow." He told the tea table, and his ears twitched.

At the same time, the sounds in the living room suddenly became silent.

Everyone is paying attention to this place with their excellent horse ears, right?

Now it was the turn of a certain Miss Shinjo, who had very ordinary hearing, to feel that she was the only one who couldn't do it.

But this really has nothing to do with her. She can take advantage of the situation to get a few dishes that she likes, and she admires the little snake's craftsmanship.

Although it is clearly just home-cooked cuisine, the taste is only average, but the focus is on nutritional balance.

But long-term takeaways obviously don't care about this.

The other two people sitting at the table didn't care that she was rushing to the table, and they were listening to what was said in the kitchen with their ears pricked up.

But there is no long speech there.

"Start working hard tomorrow, I have confidence in you."

The trainer just said that.
Chapter completed!