I Opened a Restaurant in Honkai

Zhao Bai frowned and began cleaning up the snack crumbs on the floor. Ever since Theresa had moved in, none of the snacks she ate came in packaging; they were all handmade by Zhao Bai, a culinary enthusiast.

The high-frequency cutting knife, capable of unleashing a thousand blades in an instant, was perfect for slicing potatoes.

Jie Mie Greatsword, for slow-roasting at low temperatures.

Thin potato slices curled in the fire, salt and pepper granules danced, like countless sprites in a wild ballet. As the savory aroma filled the air, the potato chips were done.

The entire process was incredibly artistic, and Theresa was very pleased. She consumed four to five pounds of potatoes daily, yet strangely, the Director's figure always remained slender and petite, as if she never gained weight.

Zhao Bai had no intention of disturbing Theresa. He simply cleaned up a bit, turned off the TV, quietly went through his washing routine, and tiptoed out of the living room.

But fate had other plans. Theresa's eyes opened a sliver.

"Is it dark yet?"

Zhao Bai had no choice but to turn back and say righteously, "Director, it's one o'clock in the Far East Time. Please return to your room and sleep as soon as possible."

"Yawn~"

Theresa nonchalantly replied, "I'm bored with 'Doom Slayer,' I want to play 'Stardew Valley.'"

"Director, your reality is management, managing this vast St. Freya Academy and the Destiny Far East Branch. Why abandon reality to play a simulation management game in a virtual world?"

"..."

"You're right, I don't feel like playing anymore."

Theresa sighed, "Then make some supper. I've been playing Doom Slayer all day, I'm hungry."

This was an easy task, readily achievable.

The traditional dormitory had three rooms, intended for three occupants. However, two of them were Zhao Bai's and Theresa's living quarters, and the remaining one was a large freezer used for storing ingredients.

Entering the password, Zhao Bai opened the airtight door and shivered as he walked inside, selecting fresh ingredients from the shelves.

A rope hung from the ceiling, suspending an ice-blue, transparent katana, which continuously provided the low temperatures needed to keep the ingredients frozen.

Spirit-like Blade · Ice Haotian.

The weapon of a previous generation's warrior, possessing world-destroying power, but now it could only be confined to this small cold storage room, used as a refrigerator.

Perhaps to test whether Theresa truly didn't gain weight, Zhao Bai took chicken thighs, breadcrumbs, flour, and eggs.

He was going to make fried chicken.

Zhao Bai locked the freezer door and brought all the ingredients to the kitchen. The chicken legs still had ice crystals from Ice Haotian. Zhao Bai skillfully deboned them, exposing the pale pink, bloody meat to the air.

The most basic human pleasure comes from sugar and fat. (And sex.)

Fried chicken was a prime example, providing abundant fat to stimulate the senses and bring ultimate pleasure.

Zhao Bai cut the chicken thighs into pieces, ensuring each piece had skin attached to provide the basic fat. He crushed black peppercorns and coarse salt granules, releasing an intense aroma that exploded in an instant. While the chicken was marinating, he prepared the batter and other seasonings.

The golden batter seemed to shimmer. Zhao Bai passed it through a fine sieve to remove any lumps or foam. He took a deep breath, preparing to start cooking.

A regular oil pan? That was out of the question, of course.

Zhao Bai hauled a heavy cannon from the subspace where weapons were stored. It was cylindrical, originating from the Heavy Cannon Rabbit. It could achieve oil-free cooking using high-energy lasers, though the commotion might be greater than an oil pan.