The time for the competition was after lunch. Grant had just entered the restaurant and found a seat when a chubby figure suddenly appeared beside him. It was Yahir.
"Good morning, Mr. Morgan. Are you feeling better after yesterday? I had the kitchen prepare some pig trotters for you. They have the effect of dispelling cold." Yahir sat down beside Grant and said.
Grant couldn't help but smile at Yahir's funny appearance. He said, "Thank you."
After yesterday's incident, Yahir was no longer a dog under his command in Grant's eyes. Instead, he had accepted him as a friend.
"It's okay, Mr. Morgan. I applied for an exemption for you yesterday. Shouldn't be a problem, but if you want to participate, you can." Yahir reached into his pocket and took out a badge.
