Zhao Bai frowned and began sweeping up the snack crumbs on the floor. Ever since Theresa moved in, the snacks she ate had no packaging anymore; they were all handmade by Zhao Bai, a food enthusiast.
A high-frequency cutting blade capable of slashing out a thousand cuts in an instant was just right for slicing potatoes.
The Jie Mie Greatsword was perfect for slow roasting at low temperatures.
Thin potato slices curled in the flames as grains of salt and pepper danced like countless tiny sprites. When the savory aroma spread through the air, the potato chips were done.
The whole process was extraordinarily artistic, and Theresa thought highly of it. She went through four or five jin of potatoes a day, yet strangely, the principal's figure remained forever slim and petite, as though she simply could not gain weight.
Zhao Bai had no intention of disturbing Theresa. He merely tidied up a little, turned off the TV, washed up as quietly as possible, and softly pushed open the living room door.
But things did not go his way. Theresa opened her eyes a sliver.
"Is it dark already?"
Zhao Bai had no choice but to turn around and say sternly, "Principal, it is one in the morning, Far East Time. Please return to your room and sleep as soon as possible."
"Yawn~"
Theresa said carelessly, "I'm bored of Doom Slayer. I want to play Stardew Valley."
"Principal, your real life is management—managing the enormous St. Freya Academy and the Destiny Far East Branch. Why abandon reality to play a business simulation game in a virtual world?"
"..."
"You're right. I suddenly don't feel like playing anymore."
Theresa sighed. "Then go make a late-night snack. I've been playing Doom Slayer all day, and I'm hungry."
That was an easy enough task.
The traditional dormitory had three rooms and was originally meant to house three people. However, two of them had become Zhao Bai and Theresa's living rooms, while the remaining one was a huge freezer used to store ingredients.
After entering the password and opening the airtight door, Zhao Bai shivered as he walked inside and selected fresh ingredients from the shelves.
A rope hung from the ceiling, with an ice-blue translucent katana suspended from it. It continuously provided the low temperatures needed to freeze the ingredients.
Spirit-like Blade · Ice Haotian.
It had been the weapon of a warrior from the previous era, possessing power enough to destroy heaven and earth. Yet now, it could only remain trapped in this cramped cold-storage room, serving as a refrigerator.
Perhaps to test whether Theresa truly could not gain weight, Zhao Bai took out chicken drumsticks, breadcrumbs, flour, and eggs.
He was going to make fried chicken.
Zhao Bai locked the freezer door and carried all the ingredients into the kitchen. The drumsticks still bore icy shards from Ice Haotian. He expertly deboned them, leaving pale pink, blood-streaked chicken exposed to the air.
Humanity's most basic pleasures came from sugar and fat. (And sex.)
Fried chicken was among the finest examples. It supplied vast amounts of grease, stimulated the senses, and brought the most intense pleasure.
Zhao Bai cut the drumsticks into chunks, leaving every piece attached to the skin to provide the most basic fat. He crushed black pepper and coarse salt, and an intense fragrance burst forth in an instant. While the chicken marinated, he prepared the egg wash and other ingredients.
The golden egg wash seemed to shimmer. Zhao Bai passed it through a fine sieve to remove the connective strands and foam, then took a deep breath and prepared to start cooking.
An ordinary oil pan was, of course, out of the question.
Zhao Bai hauled a heavy cannon from the subspace where he stored his weapons. Cylindrical in shape and from Heavy Cannon Rabbit, its high-energy laser could cook without oil—though it might make a little more noise than an oil pan.
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