They quickly left the scene and notified the cleanup team to dispose of the corpses. Once everything was finished, Senba Academy might be opened as a battlefield ruin.
But for now, they should let the Honkai energy dissipate completely.
The motorcycle sped through the sky, and before long, they returned to St. Freya Academy.
After submitting the mission report, Zhao Bai did not even have time to explain things to Theresa before hurriedly dragging Kiana back to the restaurant. He took down the sign declaring a temporary closure. After being closed for an entire morning, the girls of St. Freya were probably about to cry.
The most urgent matter was making the reward he had just promised Kiana.
Leaving the drooling Kiana outside, Zhao Bai locked the kitchen door and began making Pork Bone Ramen.
Inside the refrigerator was a shockingly large pig bone. A small portion had been cut away from it. It did not look much like a pig bone, but rather like some disgraceful Emperor-class Honkai Beast.
Making pork bone broth required plenty of water, but this was no ordinary pig bone, the flame was no ordinary flame, and naturally, the water should not be ordinary water either. The deep-blue cannon spat out solid ice, a profoundly dark blue that had reached Absolute Zero in the physical sense.
Ice at Absolute Zero, the leg bone of an Emperor-class Honkai Beast, Heavenly Fire Judgment.
The essential ingredients for a pot of rich broth were just that simple.
He should have used finely shredded kohlrabi, but given the limited conditions, he could only use its close relative—cabbage.
Come to think of it, why did St. Freya grow so much cabbage?
He shredded the cabbage, blanched the oil noodles in hot water, then scooped them out. While Zhao Bai simmered the stock, he lit another burner and heated a wok of oil, frying minced garlic until fragrant before adding the prepared miso and shiitake mushrooms. A rich aroma soon filled the kitchen.
As it happened, the broth was ready at just that moment.
The soup was the perfect milky white, without the slightest hint of smokiness. Pale yellow droplets of oil floated on top, making one's mouth water at a glance.
He added the noodles, mirin, and a few simple toppings. The ramen was complete.
Deep-red pan-fried shrimp, enormous crab claws, sweet corn kernels.
Everything was just right.
He had made a huge pot of broth. It would be far too wasteful to put it straight into cold storage after making only one bowl of ramen. Freshly cooked broth tasted completely different from frozen broth, so Zhao Bai made himself a large bowl as well, with shrimp, crab claws, and corn kernels. Silver sprouts floated in the soup as steam curled up from the bowl.
With this presentation, if it were put up for sale, it would cost at least 160 yuan.
Giving it to Kiana for free made Zhao Bai's heart ache.
The Emperor-class Honkai Beast's Impact
The pork bones used for the broth could be reused. After finishing the soup, Zhao Bai carefully put them away, not daring to waste even a little. Kiana was extremely satisfied with her free dinner. Ignoring the scalding heat, she grabbed her chopsticks and dug in. Every grayish-brown noodle was wonderfully springy, while the thick white broth was incomparably delicious.
"Boss Zhao, your cooking is amazing. As expected of an old chef from a family of chefs."
Zhao Bai modestly replied, "It is all thanks to the ingredients and cooking utensils. I am not worth mentioning. I merely present food's original flavor before the diners. Please forgive the laughable display."
After seeing Kiana off, Zhao Bai returned to the kitchen and looked at the still-steaming broth with some regret. When he came back out, he held a wooden sign in his hand and eagerly pulled out a brush.
"Today's Special—Pork Bone Rich Broth Seafood Ramen."
Even after writing it, he still felt dissatisfied. Zhao Bai pondered for a moment, then picked up his brush again and added the words: the owner offers a 10% discount through tears. At the bottom, he drew a white-haired loli crying under a black headscarf. At first glance, she bore some resemblance to Principal Theresa.
All the students at St. Freya knew that the spokesperson for Zhao Family Restaurant was the principal herself.
Once the sign was hung up, more and more customers came in. Zhao Bai put away his playful mood and gradually became busy. To him, carrying out missions was merely a minor interlude in life. Running the restaurant was what truly mattered.
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