Theresa said proudly, “A cattle ranch with a background in arms production, the vast pastures are naturally a missile test site.” “Do the cows worry about being bombed every day?
Does that make their meat taste better?” Zhao Bai mused, no wonder the cafeteria’s cooking was so poor, yet the beef rice tasted no different from what Zhao Bai made; it turned out they were sourcing beef from a missile test site.
This was a rare breed.
Cows worried about being bombed, their muscles remained tense, and over time, every muscle got ample exercise.
With pure grain feeding, when cut open, the overflowing white fat was sprinkled among the bright red, firm muscle fibers, like stars in the night sky.
The muscles were firm, and the white fat made them taste delicious and juicy, every taste bud dancing.
So that’s how it is…
Zhao Bai asked again, “What happened in Australia?” “Frequent wildfires, and Australia has cut firefighter funding for pensions, leading to mass layoffs, resulting in a shortage of manpower.
The fires are almost burning to our test site, and we urgently need to extinguish them.” Zhao Bai pondered and asked curiously, “That doesn’t sound like a fun thing; shouldn’t they usually hire private firefighting teams?” Theresa replied proudly, “This time, the person who wants to carry out the task with you is Raiden Mei.” Raiden Mei?
Isn’t it normal for the Herrscher of Food to learn cooking?
What’s so strange about that?
Zhao Bai looked at Theresa with confusion, who was lowering her head, covering her mouth and giggling, which was quite undignified for a nun.
This was a very obvious misunderstanding.
Mei wanted to learn not cooking skills, but swordsmanship.
When Kiana returned from her last mission, she accidentally revealed some details, telling Mei that Zhao Bai had exceptional swordsmanship, capable of unleashing three thousand slashes with a single breath.
Coming from a family of swordsmanship, Mei immediately developed a strong interest in Zhao Bai and couldn’t help but want to seek his guidance.
In short, she was itching to learn.
What happened later led Mei to have a certain misunderstanding about her identity; when she looked at Bronya, she felt a faint illusion of a daughter getting married, and when she looked at Zhao Bai, she couldn’t help but carry a hint of scrutiny.
Seeking guidance and learning, there was no better excuse than this.
Theresa spoke up, “This task is very suitable for you, and it’s a commercial task with compensation.” “That sounds great.” Zhao Bai readily agreed, entering the food warehouse to take down the ice flower hanging from the ceiling.
This is a product of the previous era, and all records about it have been lost.
As long as a perfect narrative is paired with it, it can be forged into the latest creation of the Schicksal laboratory.
This requires Theresa’s cooperation.
Of course, Zhao Bai’s food refrigeration unit cannot be overlooked.
“Awaken, master of the refrigerator.” Zhao Bai softly chanted, as the deep blue Scythe slowly slid out from the subspace, tiny frostflakes danced on the blade, emitting a faint glow, like spirits of ice and snow.
Skadi of Thrymheim.
This is a product of the Schicksal laboratory, and using it carelessly carries the risk of exposure, far less relaxed than using the Ice Lotus.
It was just a routine commercial task.
With the low-temperature fire extinguishing feature of the Ice Lotus, making a fortune should have been effortless, yet Zhao Bai found himself sleepless for the first time in a long while.
His eyes were fixed on the table, on that forbidden item.
A pair of ordinary black-framed glasses.
As long as he puts them on and presses the switch, everything in his eyes becomes ingredients, and the weapons in the storage will unleash like a rampaging dragon, the world appearing as mere ants beneath him.
When that time comes, his mindset will surely change.
For better or worse, he did not know.
But it would definitely be different from now.
According to their agreement, Mei would come to the restaurant to meet him the next day.
Zhao Bai got up as usual, packing the black-framed glasses into his pocket before leaving, and the Ice Lotus was also returned to its sheath.
Though it was called a sheath, it was actually a golf club bag.
Black and white, about half a person tall, with a strap, it could be carried by hand or worn on the back.
The katana fit snugly into the golf club bag, showing no signs of curvature, and Zhao Bai was very satisfied.
He also stuffed a red-dyed Sakura inside, with Flare and ice and snow leaning against each other, creating a perfect harmony.
Red and blue, one ice, one fire.
Just right for drawing the blade’s light.
Of course, he had to be discreet in his operations.
Zhao Bai wore a golf sun hat and a white collared shirt, slowly walking to the entrance of his restaurant.
“Boss, are you going to play golf in that outfit?” Rita asked, and for some reason, this enchanting maid seemed a bit silly when she called him Boss.
Zhao Bai thought for a long time but still couldn’t figure out why.
Zhao Bai replied, “No, I’m going to Australia for a mission.
This is a weapon I might use.
I won’t be opening the restaurant for the next few days, so you all can take a long holiday.
You can go back home to visit family.” Rita’s hometown, of course, was the Schicksal Headquarters in Europe.
Facing Zhao Bai’s heavy hostility, Rita seemed to ignore it, smiling lightly and slightly bowing, saying: “I’m sure that place in Australia isn’t a very difficult job; it’s mostly for tourism.
But closing the restaurant completely seems a bit hasty, doesn’t it?” “Holiday?
Will the salary still be paid?” The one asking was Fu Hua, who stood at the cash register, which was right next to the kitchen, like a watchtower.
Though she was still the doorkeeper, she had taken on the additional role of cashier.
Fu Hua regretted taking this job, but Zhao Bai’s Shenzhou cuisine was very authentic, and he never delayed salaries.
Gradually, Fu Hua actually accepted this job.
It was a process of moving from resistance to awkwardness, and finally to silently enjoying it with her eyes closed.
“You’re thinking nonsense.” Zhao Bai mercilessly criticized the unreasonable demands of his employees, leaving them no chance for any illusions.
At noon, Mei arrived.
The busiest lunch rush had already passed, and Mei’s arrival was like a ray of bright sunshine, illuminating Zhao Bai’s slightly gloomy heart.
She came with a surfboard, her outfit eye-catching.
A blue and white jacket, a light purple short shirt underneath, her hair tied in a high ponytail for ease of movement, and her sun hat raised high, she looked just like a sporty girl.
The soft colors of her clothing complemented her dark hair with hints of blue and purple, making her quite pleasing to the eye.
But unfortunately, all of this was an illusion.
The surfboard was hollow, with a narrow space inside.
In a critical moment, it could be smashed down hard against a rock, shattering the surfboard and releasing the long knife hidden within.
At that time, the girl would harvest lives with a dance-like swift blade technique, and the high ponytail would ensure her hair remained untainted.
Zhao Bai looked at the surfboard, and Mei was also looking at Zhao Bai’s golf club bag.
They exchanged knowing smiles.