I Opened a Restaurant in the Honkai

Once worn, the slender-legged, youthful girls on the sidewalk all turned into salted fish, a strong smell of the sea washing over them, with crystalline salt grains slowly rolling off their silvery fish skin.

It was too realistic.

Both the smell and appearance were incomparably lifelike.

Zhao Bai suddenly felt an urge to grab all the salted fish scurrying around on the ground, debone them, and then stew them into a pot of thick, milky-white soup.

"A sin, a sin."

Even though it was just a sudden thought, Zhao Bai felt an unbearable nausea upon snapping back to reality.

Being a chef was a sacred profession.

Ingredients were like actors, and diners were the audience watching the performance. To compile ingredients and seasonings into a grand drama, meticulously unfolding a thousand troops and horses on the diners' tongues, truly tested a chef's skill. Zhao Bai was a very dedicated chef.

It was just that while others used fire, he used cannons.

The essence was still the same.

Besides running his restaurant, Zhao Bai also worked part-time as a student. Occasionally closing shop to attend classes for a day was a good way to rest.

He also had to take exams.

His grades were behind Bronya, the sentient computer, and Fu Hua, who had tens of thousands of years of exam experience, placing him third. Honestly, he wasn't satisfied with this result.

His aimless, slacking life continued until today.

Zhao Bai was at work when he received a text message.

"Student Zhao Bai, are you interested in a trip to Australia?"

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Within a few seconds, a reply immediately came.

"It has sunshine, beaches, and the world's top-grade grain-fed beef. In the global beef market, besides Wagyu from the Far East, Australian beef is paramount. Don't you have any interest?"

Both messages came from the nun in his dorm, Director Theresa.

It was hard to imagine why anything couldn't be discussed after returning home.

Either it was an emergency, or she was just too bored.

With that casual tone, Zhao Bai found it hard to discern any sense of urgency, so it must have been boredom.

Heh, so leisurely.

No wonder he's so useless. This is the consequence of wasting time.

From beginning to end, Zhao Bai only sent a question mark as a greeting and then returned to his busy work, not speaking to Theresa for the entire afternoon.

It wasn't until he returned home that evening that he sensed something was off.

Theresa clearly didn't want to drag him to Australia for a vacation; she had something more important in mind.

"The glasses have been developed, but they've never been put into actual combat. Looking at your past mission records, your initial verbal sparring was a bit undignified, so I've arranged a new mission for you," Theresa said proudly.