After working through the entire afternoon with a heavy heart, Zhao Bai never saw Rita again. Still, he did not let his guard down. He quietly shut the door, sprinted back to the dormitory at a hundred-meter-dash pace, and began pounding furiously on Theresa's door.
"Principal, you have to help me!"
"Drop the act."
A light, childish voice came from inside the room. Zhao Bai thought, Could it be that the anxiety I pretended to have gave me away? But that should not have been possible. Theresa was not smart enough to see through such things, and she usually even offered him a gentle lap pillow.
"Nine Dragon Flash!"
Another girlish shout rang out. Zhao Bai froze for a moment before finally realizing that Theresa was playing Jump Force. The character she was using was probably Kenshin Himura of the Hiten Mitsurugi-ryu.
After patiently waiting for the match to end, Theresa finally opened the door. She did not open it all the way, only sticking her head out.
"What is it?"
"You'll never guess who I ran into today."
Zhao Bai told Theresa everything about meeting Rita that day. Theresa wore a thoughtful expression and did not immediately make up her mind. After a long while, she slowly spoke.
"You should decide this yourself."
"Huh?"
"I don't know Rita very well. She's a woman like a cat... If you're confident, you can absolutely put the maid in the restaurant to attract customers, but you need to be prepared."
"Most of St. Freya Academy is girls. Who would a maid attract?"
PS: Sorry, I made a very serious mistake and wrote Godfall Sword as An-Utu. The previous chapters have all been corrected. I offer everyone my sincerest apologies, because I really do not play heavy sword characters often.
Fu Hua, Be My Knight
"You don't seriously think Rita's charm is limited to men, do you?"
That was the principal's exact wording. A woman like Rita possessed a fatal attraction for everyone, regardless of whether they were male or female. Men wanted to marry Rita, while women wanted to have a lesbian relationship with her.
Zhao Bai did not feel much charm from her. He only felt afraid. That woman was far too unfathomable, and she wanted to investigate the foundation of his existence. That rose fragrance was refreshing and soothing, but as a chef, Zhao Bai preferred ingredients that were balanced and mild. Things that were too eye-catching were less beautiful instead.
For example, Zhao Bai did not particularly like the fact that Rita's chest was so large.
Since Theresa had told him to handle the matter himself, Zhao Bai handled it himself. It was not the first time he had encountered someone who wanted to probe his secrets. Rita was merely one of the more troublesome kinds.
At least twenty people wanted to know Zhao Bai's secrets every week. Nineteen of them would shed tears over the food he made, shake hands and make peace, then keep their mouths shut about the kitchen's secrets.
The next day, everything was normal for Zhao Bai. He returned to the cafeteria and opened for business as usual.
Zhao Bai planned to make something the girls would like, while also practicing his utterly familiar wok-tossing skills. He prepared fresh tomato sauce, salad oil, and ordinary eggs that could be found anywhere, with nothing suspicious about them whatsoever.
Omurice.
Tender yellow egg wrapped around curry rice. Mayonnaise and tomato sauce were used to draw on the egg skin. Once the egg skin was bitten through, steaming grains of rice spilled out, along with chicken, carrots, and thick curry. Its savory fragrance carried a faint sweetness.
Unsurprisingly, the day's signature dish was also immensely popular.
During the lunch break, Rita came again.
This time, Zhao Bai finally seized the initiative. Without saying a word, he turned and entered the kitchen to make omurice again. There were no strange cooking utensils. Only when he began drawing with tomato sauce and mayonnaise did Zhao Bai start to display his divine abilities.
A massive scythe fell from subspace, huge yet light, as though it had been woven from vines and rose branches.
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