After putting them on, the slim-waisted, long-legged young girls on the sidewalk all turned into salted fish. A strong briny stench rushed at him, while glittering salt crystals slowly rolled down their silvery skin.
It was far too realistic.
Both the smell and appearance were incomparably lifelike.
An urge suddenly rose within Zhao Bai: he wanted to catch all the salted fish wandering around the ground, remove their bones, and stew them into a pot of milky white soup.
"What a sin."
Even though it had only been a sudden thought, Zhao Bai felt an overwhelming wave of nausea once he came back to his senses.
Being a chef was a sacred profession.
Ingredients were like actors, while diners were the audience watching the show. Turning ingredients and seasonings into a grand drama, then methodically staging armies charging across the diners' tongues, was an enormous test of a chef's skill. Zhao Bai was a very serious chef.
The only difference was that other people used fire, while he used cannons.
Essentially, they were the same.
Besides running a restaurant, Zhao Bai also worked part-time as a student. Occasionally closing the restaurant for a day to attend class was a nice break.
He still had to take exams.
His grades ranked behind Bronya, the human-shaped computer angel, and Fu Hua, who possessed tens of thousands of years of exam experience, leaving him in third place. To be honest, he was not satisfied with that result.
His muddleheaded life of slacking off continued until today.
Zhao Bai was at work when he received a text message.
"Student Zhao Bai, are you interested in taking a trip to Australia?"
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A reply came just a few seconds later.
"There's sunshine, beaches, and the world's finest grain-fed beef. In the global beef market, apart from Far Eastern wagyu, there's Australian beef. Aren't you interested?"
Both messages came from the nun in his dormitory, Principal Theresa.
It was hard to imagine what matter could not wait until he got home to discuss.
Either it was extremely urgent, or she was far too idle.
Zhao Bai could not detect any urgency in that leisurely tone, so she had to be far too idle.
Heh, how carefree.
No wonder she was such a failure. That was the price of wasting her time.
From beginning to end, Zhao Bai only sent a question mark as a greeting before throwing himself back into his busy work. He did not speak to Theresa for the entire afternoon.
It was not until he returned home that evening that he sensed something was off.
Theresa clearly was not trying to drag him to Australia for a vacation. She had something more important in mind.
"Although the glasses have been developed, they've never been used in actual combat. Looking over your previous mission records, your opening trash talk was honestly a little embarrassing, so I arranged a new mission for you."
Theresa said smugly.
Before you continue