A person’s identity is complex and cannot be summed up in a few words.
Zhao Bai was just that; in his previous life, he was a food enthusiast, having studied various domestic cuisines, with knowledge of Japanese, Russian, Spanish, and Italian dishes, and he was also a Captain.
He was passionate about replicating the bizarre dishes from “Chinese Cooking Master” and “Food Wars!” and had never imagined he would traverse to another world.
But sometimes, the world is just that wonderful.
How Zhao Bai came to this world was no longer important; who he was in his previous life didn’t matter either.
He just wanted to be a food enthusiast in peace, while also saving those girls who were about to be devoured by Honkai.
The motorcycle soared through the Sky, gradually ascending into the clouds, heading towards the Far East.
Crossing the pitch-black ocean, the Saint Freya Academy under the night sky was eerily quiet.
Zhao Bai’s motorcycle entered the airspace of Saint Freya without triggering any alarms.
This was illogical; Saint Freya was the Eastern Branch of Schicksal, a place for nurturing seedlings, with a security level even higher than the Pentagon.
Zhao Bai had intruded in, as if entering a no-man’s land.
The origin of it all stemmed from Zhao Bai’s dirty deal with Principal Theresa Apocalypse.
He honestly reported that the dishes he made could repel Honkai, which caught the Principal’s attention.
Upon witnessing that Zhao Bai’s meals could indeed repel Zombies, the Principal decided to stay at his place.
There were no experiments conducted on Zhao Bai, nor any summons from headquarters.
It was just that there was an extra person at home who ate for free.
Sometimes, Zhao Bai even suspected that the Principal didn’t take this matter seriously; she simply wanted to mooch off his food.
This matter was left aside, and fortunately, the Principal’s taste buds were relatively easy to satisfy, so Zhao Bai didn’t feel too much trouble.
He quietly opened the door, drawn in by the noisy gunfire.
The television in the living room flickered, and Theresa, dressed only in pajamas, was intently playing “Destruction Warriors Doom,” a hardcore FPS game.
Of course, Theresa was not a hardcore gamer; otherwise, she wouldn’t be using a controller to play an FPS.
Her style of play was also not hardcore; she lay back on the sofa, half-asleep, her nightgown rolled up to her waist, one thigh draped over the sofa while the other dangled to the floor, her delicate little feet lightly tapping the ground, both alluring and illegal.
The house was a bit messy.
With few males at Saint Freya, Zhao Bai was fortunate to have a single dormitory.
Until Theresa showed up, he had been quietly researching cuisine alone.
But the Principal didn’t conduct regular checks, not even the most basic blood tests.
She stayed at Zhao Bai’s place, eating for free and playing games, while Zhao Bai acted like a male servant, at her beck and call.
You could say it was somewhat enjoyable; after all, she was the Principal, the eternally twelve-year-old Principal, and just hearing her voice was a delight.
But a twelve-year-old child playing “Destruction Warriors” seemed a bit too early.
Zhao Bai frowned and began to clean up the snack crumbs on the floor.
Ever since Theresa moved in, the snacks she ate had no packaging; they were all handmade by Zhao Bai, the food enthusiast.
In an instant, he could slice with a thousand blades using the Vibro Cutter, perfect for peeling potatoes.
Might of An-Utu Greatsword, low-temperature slow roast.
Thin potato slices curled in the fire, salt and pepper grains danced, as if countless little fairies were in a wild dance.
When the savory aroma spread, the potato chips were complete.
The entire process was extremely artistic, and Theresa was very optimistic about it, consuming four to five pounds of potatoes a day.
Strangely, the Principal’s figure remained slender and petite, as if she would never gain weight.
Zhao Bai didn’t intend to disturb Theresa; he just wanted to tidy up a bit, turn off the television, wash up quietly, and gently push open the living room door.
But things didn’t go as planned; Theresa’s eyes opened a crack.
“Is it dark outside?” Zhao Bai had no choice but to turn around and say sternly, “Principal, it is currently one o’clock in the morning in the Far East.
Please return to your room and sleep.” “Yawn~” Theresa said nonchalantly, “I’m tired of ‘Destruction Warriors’; I want to play ‘Stardew Valley.'” “Principal, your reality is managing this vast Saint Freya Academy and the Eastern Branch of Schicksal.
Why abandon reality to play a simulation management game in a virtual world?” “…” “You’re right; I suddenly don’t want to play anymore.” Theresa sighed, “Then go make a midnight snack.
After playing ‘Destruction Warriors’ for half a day, I’m hungry.” That was an easy task.
The traditional dormitory had three rooms, meant for three people, but two of them were Zhao Bai and Theresa’s living rooms, leaving one as a large freezer for storing ingredients.
Entering the password to open the airtight door, Zhao Bai shivered as he walked in, selecting fresh ingredients from the shelves.
A rope hung from the ceiling, with an ice-blue transparent blade suspended, continuously providing low temperatures for frozen ingredients.
Phantom Spirit Blade: Ice Haotian.
A weapon of the previous generation of warriors, possessing the power to destroy the heavens and the earth, but now, it could only be trapped in this small cold storage, serving as a refrigerator.
Perhaps to see if Theresa really wouldn’t gain weight, Zhao Bai took chicken thighs, breadcrumbs, flour, and eggs.
He was going to make fried chicken.
Zhao Bai locked the cold storage door and brought all the ingredients to the kitchen.
The chicken legs still had ice shards from Ice Haotian, and Zhao Bai skillfully deboned them, the pale pink chicken meat exposed to the air.
The most basic pleasure for humans comes from sugar and fat.
(And sex) Fried chicken was a prime example; it provided a lot of fat, stimulating the senses and bringing the utmost pleasure.
Zhao Bai cut the chicken thighs into pieces, each piece still attached to the skin to provide the essential fat, crushing black pepper and large salt grains, the intense aroma bursting forth in an instant.
During the marination of the chicken, he prepared the egg mixture and other ingredients.
The golden egg mixture seemed to shimmer, and Zhao Bai strained it to remove any clumps and foam.
He took a deep breath, ready to start cooking.
An ordinary oil pot was, of course, out of the question.
Zhao Bai pulled out a heavy cannon from the subspace where he stored weapons, cylindrical in shape, from Project Bunny.
It could achieve oil-free cooking with high-energy lasers, though the noise might be a bit louder than an oil pot.
He called the drowsy Theresa, and together they went to the rooftop.
“Are you going to fry something again?” Theresa rubbed her sleepy eyes and yawned.
She witnessed Zhao Bai setting up a heavy cannon, aiming the barrel at the sky, and couldn’t help but stomp her foot.
In her haste to come out, she was only wearing a coat, underneath which was a semi-transparent light pink nightgown, her snow-white legs exposed, appearing straight and long under the night sky.
“With so many weapons, yet they can only be used for cooking, should I call you…
the Herrscher of Cuisine?” “Call me whatever you like.” “I’ve already informed the students that when Zhao Bai’s cooking reaches perfection, golden light will burst forth from the dishes, just like the lasers in a collider.
You can use the fryer to your heart’s content.”