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A paper with instructions was suddenly thrust in front of Nina, almost hitting her in the face. Annoyed, she snapped, "If you've got something to say, just say it."

Madison chuckled softly. "I'm showing you the instructions. On the back, you'll find the dish you need to prepare for lunch today. Remember, it absolutely must suit everyone's taste. If no one eats your dish, Orion's performance in the field day will be nullified." "What does my cooking have to do with Orion's performance? If you want to punish someone, punish me. Why drag the children into it?"

Nina didn't want to participate in the field day, but that didn't mean Orion didn't. If no one ate the dish she prepared, wouldn't that unfairly impact Orion?

She frowned. The school wouldn't make such a decision. It had to be Madison overstepping her authority as PTA president.

"Fine," Nina thought. "They only asked me to prepare the dish. They didn't say I have to cook it herself." If it was something she couldn't manage, she could always order from a restaurant.

Nina calmly took the paper and immediately flipped it over to see what was required.

"A Royal Feast."

It nearly made her eyes pop out of her head. Her jaw almost dropped.

"What's the matter? Don't tell me you can't do it," Madison said, eyeing her up and down. "But, well, for a nanny like you, it shouldn't be a problem. I couldn't manage it myself. I never cook, and I'm sure the other moms don't either. So, lunch is in your hands." Nina smiled politely. "Don't worry about it. Solving problems is my specialty. You can count on me."

"Hmph, you're just trying to be clever. Fine, I'll let you have your fun," Madison huffed as she walked away, not bothering Nina again.

each class gathered on the field to go through the opening procedures. Once completed, the principal gave the order, and the

still hadn't

Nina anxiously

the entrance

seriously considering backing out. "Field day?

what

and secretly made

her careful

he did get noticed, Orion didn't

cheerfully at Nina.

return to their parents. Those who were participating in events needed to check

class. It didn't take much guessing to figure out whose handiwork that was. It was definitely Madison. Nina shot a glare in Madison's direction, and when their eyes met,

names are called, please report to your

"Just take it easy, okay? Don't focus too much on

asked in a whisper, "Mom, were you thinking that if I lose the race, we can

I'm just worried you'll feel too much pressure,"