A disaster, really.
Because if anyone were to ask the scandalized little wife right now—whose eyes were nearly falling out of their sockets—then they would've heard him screeching about disasters and tragedies.
All because of an unfortunate discovery.
Oysters, lobsters, crabs, and fatty fish...
Nuts, berries, cherries, apples, avocados, grapes, and watermelon…
And worse, even hot peppers?!
"A-all of these? Elders… are you saying that all of these are good for virility?" Luca gawked as he tried confirming with them once again.
"Well, ideally yes, there's also broccoli, asparagus, beets, carrots, and oh, spinach!"
"SPINACH?! Elder Wei, are you saying even spinach is a problem?!" Luca asked as if he were ready to cry.
The elders looked at one another, and then back at the bed, where the poor prince lay, buried in pillows like he'd fought for his life.
Ah, such a tragic concession for their Young Lord who had always prioritized everyone else's welfare!
