“Is that so?” Fu Hua was quite nonchalant, her expression unchanged, as if this was merely a beautiful misunderstanding.
She wasn’t craving the free employee meals; she genuinely wanted to work here.
“Zhao Bai, we are both from Shenzhou, and I know a thing or two about Shenzhou cuisine.
Why won’t you let me work here?” “Maybe it’s because your last name isn’t Zhao.” “Family inheritance?” Fu Hua pondered, lowering her head.
“I see, in this era, there are still such ancient ideas of family inheritance.
It’s truly perplexing.” “Thank you for the compliment.” Zhao Bai seemed to not hear her, as he went back to the kitchen to prepare vegetables.
To cater to Fu Hua’s Shenzhou palate, he took the liberty of replacing the salad dressing with a spicy and sour red sauce.
The effect was excellent.
Fu Hua chewed on the cabbage, the aroma of olive oil balancing the bitterness of the vegetables, complemented by the spicy and sour red sauce.
The taste was unforgettable.
She devoured the vegetables in a whirlwind, wiped her mouth, and bid farewell to Zhao Bai, while solemnly declaring her vow.
“One day, I will make you accept my resume, or else my work history as a part-time emperor will be stained.” “I look forward to it.” Zhao Bai knew he would never hire her, but he didn’t want to dampen Fu Hua’s confidence, so he could only encourage her.
Customers came and went, from all over the world, each with different demands for food.
Zhao Bai tried making Spanish seafood paella, traditional Italian thin-crust pizza, Japanese Sapporo spicy ramen, and old Beijing hot pot lamb.
I must say, the Judgment of Shamash is incredibly useful; there’s no smoke, it’s clean and hygienic, and the heat is fierce.
The sound of wind chimes rang out again.
A customer had arrived.
Zhao Bai didn’t ask the customer what they wanted to eat but frowned and looked up.
In front of him stood a girl with white hair and blue eyes, Kiana Kaslana, a moonlight-like girl, a legendary member of the Kaslana family.
“Kiana, is there something you need?” Kiana held a notebook, hesitating to speak, her movements carrying a hint of shyness, which left Zhao Bai somewhat confused.
“Kiana?” Zhao Bai asked again.
I must say, Zhao Bai’s voice had a certain charm; Kiana calmed herself and looked at him with hopeful eyes, gripping her notebook tightly.
I forgot to mention, besides his culinary skills, Zhao Bai was also well-versed in textbook knowledge, a legendary top student.
People like Kiana would come to him to copy homework.
While copying homework, Kiana would also casually snag a cup of ice cream, the flavor depending on her mood, her bad temper mirroring that of her aunt.
“Today’s Honkai history class, although I listened, I didn’t remember anything.
Hurry up and let me copy it.” “That’s too straightforward, Kiana.” Zhao Bai sighed, “You should at least buy a dinner, then quietly ask me for the homework.
Who knows, I might just give it to you if I’m in a good mood.” “?” “You need to spend money; consumers are kings.
As long as you pay, I’m willing to do anything.” Kiana took a deep breath, not pulling out any money, but instead deep in thought, her ice-blue pupils sparkling as if fireflies were flying within them.
Kiana suddenly realized, slapping her thigh.
She spoke like a negotiator, “The Principal and I are relatives.
Although I don’t know why she has to conduct indefinite medical observation on you, if I plead on your behalf, the Principal might let you off.” “That’s a very favorable condition, but…
I refuse!” Zhao Bai instinctively rejected Kiana.
What a joke?
The Principal’s voice, her petite face, her semi-transparent light pink nightgown, her white stockings, her starfish swimsuit…
Only a fool would abandon her.
“I refuse.” “Um…
huh?” Kiana stopped being shy, stunned, staring blankly at her notebook.
This shouldn’t be happening!
Shouldn’t she be mysteriously approaching, thanking Miss for her noble act?
Along with presenting the homework with both hands, and a vanilla ice cream drizzled with hazelnut sauce?
Why would someone refuse so decisively?
How could there be someone who welcomes being monitored by others?
Wouldn’t having an observer living in his house, eating his food, and sleeping in his bed be pleasant?
Unable to comprehend, truly unable to understand.
Zhao Bai shook his head, almost saying, “You don’t understand my happiness.” Kiana could only honestly pull out money, purchasing a vanilla ice cream drizzled with hazelnut sauce, thus gaining the right to copy homework.
She had originally planned to use that money for in-game purchases; Bronya’s Wolf Pack needed a damage-absorbing warrior, and her equipment wasn’t quite enough.
And Kiana was copying homework to finish her tasks early and get back to gaming.
Thinking about it, why did she even spend money to copy homework?
This question, Kiana simply couldn’t figure out.
After sending off the bewildered Kiana, the sun gradually dipped in the west.
Zhao Bai, having worked all day, was about to close the shop.
After listening to the sound of wind chimes all day, even the most pleasant sounds became a bit tiresome.
As Zhao Bai was tidying up, he heard the sound of wind chimes again; the last customer had arrived.
Theresa stopped in her tracks.
When outside, Theresa always wore a neat nun’s outfit, exuding authority.
Only at home did she show her lazy, homebody side.
Zhao Bai couldn’t even tell which one was the disguise.
The Principal might be a slacker living off others, pretending to be a mature working adult in public.
Or perhaps she had always been a working adult, only pretending to be a homebody in private to gain Zhao Bai’s trust.
After thinking it over, the former possibility seemed more likely.
Zhao Bai went to the kitchen to prepare his Principal’s favorite bitter melon juice.
Theresa followed closely behind, watching as Zhao Bai skillfully sliced the bitter melon with a large knife that emitted a reactive field.
The blade glimmered smoothly; as the leader of Schicksal, she certainly knew the level of forbidden weaponry it represented.
Anything close to the blade would be split apart by the reactive field that the knife itself generated, allowing it to slay thousands of enemies without staining with blood.
This sword could also adjust the direction of the field, transforming slicing into crushing, gathering enemies ahead together.
In the former case, it was a kitchen knife that didn’t need washing; after cutting a turtle, it could be used to slice fruits.
In the latter case, it was a natural juicer.
Bitter melon seeds flew out one by one, the bright green shimmering in the glass cup.
Zhao Bai added a slice of lemon for garnish and three ice cubes, then presented the bitter melon juice to Theresa.
If she hadn’t witnessed the entire process, Theresa would have definitely mistaken it for a high-end matcha drink.
Theresa sipped the bitter melon juice, her demeanor elegant, completely unlike a shut-in.
“Did you encounter any problems delivering takeout to Canghai City yesterday?” “No.” Zhao Bai shook his head firmly.
He had casually saved a girl yesterday; the Honkai Cube had dispersed, and the girl had found the meaning of life.
How could there be any problems?
Theresa shook her head.
“Small-scale Honkai incidents are occurring too frequently, exceeding regular forecasts.
The academy plans to send a trainee Valkyrie for reconnaissance, and you are probably the most suitable candidate.”