A golden beam shot up into the sky, resembling a totem.
Comics always say that when food is perfect enough, it emits such a glow.
Zhao Bai steadied the heavy cannon, feeling the surging impact while staring at the chicken pieces in the laser beam.
Theresa had given prior notice, so there wouldn’t be any students panicking.
The light flashed and disappeared, like lightning streaking across the sky.
From entering the pot to coming out, it took less than a second.
The energy of the high-energy laser beam was too strong; although it saved a lot of time and cooking oil, it posed a significant challenge to the chef’s eyesight, making it no easy task.
Once the sky was lit up, it quickly returned to darkness.
Zhao Bai plated the fragrant, crispy chicken pieces, sprinkled them with pepper and salt, and handed them to Theresa.
The chicken pieces had slightly shrunk in size, their skin golden, with breadcrumbs evenly sprinkled, resembling icing sugar.
The aroma was enticing.
Theresa’s eyes sparkled as she took the plate, not caring that the freshly fried chicken was scalding hot.
She grabbed a piece and put it in her mouth, chewing carefully.
The outer skin was crispy, and the fibers were tender.
Theresa chewed slowly, her hard teeth grinding against the meat fibers, and the rich juices burst forth.
She immediately felt the entire mouth filled with the hot aroma, quickly swallowing the chicken and grabbing another piece.
Three chicken thighs made a plate of chicken pieces, and Theresa devoured them in a whirlwind, licking the bottom of the bowl with lingering satisfaction.
“Your culinary skills are still as high as ever.
Choosing to observe long-term is truly a treasure trove.” “All thanks to the Principal’s protection.” Zhao Bai replied with a calm demeanor.
He was very clear about his self-awareness; secrets could not be hidden.
Without a sufficiently benevolent leader’s protection, Zhao Bai would eventually be taken to the laboratory for confinement, at the very least ending up as a subject for slicing and research.
Theresa’s relationship with him was nominally observational, but it felt more like freeloading and cohabitation; in reality, it was a protector relationship.
It was complicated, impossible to explain in words.
If he hadn’t understood the original work and knew what kind of person Theresa truly was, Zhao Bai wouldn’t dare take this risk.
Confirming that Zhao Bai’s weapons were ineffective against people, he could only prepare ingredients, and then the Principal would stay in Zhao Bai’s dormitory.
After having a late-night snack, Theresa yawned and went back to her room to sleep.
He really didn’t know how she could eat, sleep, and still maintain such a good figure.
There were classes tomorrow, and Zhao Bai also needed to sleep early.
Putting the weapons back into the subspace, Zhao Bai poured himself a cup of calming wine.
The ice maker had a strange shape, ice blue, resembling heavy artillery, with three menacing devil horns; it was the legendary weapon—Chiyou Cannon.
Legend has it that this artifact could bring winter to volcanoes, but in Zhao Bai’s hands, it was merely an ice maker.
The next day, at six in the morning.
When Zhao Bai woke up, the sky was just beginning to brighten, with the bright moon and sun hanging simultaneously in the sky.
Although he had only slept for five hours, after drinking a beverage made of mint juice and salt lemon, he felt refreshed, showing no signs of fatigue.
The Chiyou Cannon spat out transparent ice cubes, and Zhao Bai casually took two pieces and pressed them against his forehead.
Taking a deep breath, he quietly looked over; Theresa had left her door slightly ajar, lying in bed, sound asleep.
The clean and tidy nun’s outfit hung beside her bed, without a single wrinkle.
Whenever a subordinate passed by, Theresa would instantly don that outfit at sonic speed, transforming from a shut-in into a solemn nun who adhered to etiquette, without needing any process.
Like a turtle retracting its head, this was a kind of stress response, entirely instinctual.
Not daring to wake the sleeping Theresa, Zhao Bai moved quietly and gently closed the door.
Zhao Bai muttered to himself, “Although I’ve known for a long time, I still can’t quite believe that such a delicate frame can actually be the Principal of Saint Freya Academy.” Moreover, her age was completely different from her appearance.
He couldn’t finish the last half of his sentence; Theresa possessed the insight of a Honkai Beast.
Even if someone spoke ill of her half a mile away, she would surely know, and the ensuing retaliation could lead to her dragging him into an all-night gaming session.
Lack of sleep had a significant impact on a chef’s taste buds; if it weren’t to save someone, he wouldn’t stay up late.
Riding his motorcycle around the campus, Zhao Bai deliberately chose a secluded path, leaping over fountains and flower beds, facing the rising sun, and landing at the cafeteria’s arched dome.
This was Zhao Bai’s kingdom.
The cafeteria was vast, and his shop was in an inconspicuous corner.
Originally in the back kitchen of Saint Freya, it was filled with retired battlefield chefs from Russia, who cooked with an extreme amount of grease, adding milk and oil to the pots as if they were free.
It seemed that only Russian mercenaries enjoyed that kind of food.
Zhao Bai’s slightly lighter-flavored Asian restaurant opened, and the cafeteria’s business was immediately hit hard.
“Zhao Family Restaurant.” Zhao Bai’s restaurant name was very simple, followed by a line of engraved black letters that was quite arrogant: “There’s nothing you can’t think of, nothing I, Old Zhao, can’t do.” The restaurant was constructed from a lot of solid wood, with a faint scent of pine in the air, permeated by the aroma of smoke, which was very pleasant.
Several wooden tables were arranged in an elegant layout.
However, the back kitchen had a heavy alloy iron door, which was completely at odds with the restaurant’s elegance, as if there were some unspeakable secrets.
Recently, strange tales had been circulating at Saint Freya Academy, saying that there were three unknowable places in the academy: Principal Theresa’s office, history teacher Welt Yang’s dormitory, and Mr.
Zhao’s back kitchen.
These rumors, which seemed to have come from nowhere, had nothing to do with Zhao Bai; he simply didn’t want anyone to see the process of him cooking.
Zhao Bai was only considering the emotions of the customers.
After all, not everyone could accept that the fried chicken pieces they were eating were made with high-energy laser beams.
Zhao Bai tidied up the sign, put on an apron, donned a chef’s hat, and finally entered work mode.
The first customer arrived.
Dinglingling, the pleasant sound of a wind chime rang out as a familiar figure pushed the door open and walked in—a light gray ponytail glasses girl, Fu Hua, the class monitor, who had a relatively good relationship with Zhao Bai.
Zhao Bai’s restaurant was the only place Fu Hua had never worked, and the reason was simple: the secrets of the back kitchen couldn’t be exposed, and Zhao Bai didn’t want to pay an extra salary for another person.
Fu Hua was all set, seemingly just off work from the casino, but her eyes showed no signs of fatigue.
She extended her finger, ordering a refreshing breakfast.
“Let’s have a cup of mint tea.” Zhao Bai held out the menu.
“Overindulgence in fats and carbohydrates makes one drowsy; it’s best to have some fruit salad as well.” “Then please bring some fruit salad.” Fu Hua sighed, “I don’t know why, but among all the workplaces at Saint Freya, only Zhao Bai’s restaurant does not accept my job application.” “It’s simple, employees eat for free, but customers have to pay for their meals.” Zhao Bai replied calmly.