I Open a Restaurant in Honkai

This was a process of resistance, then awkwardness, and finally, closing one's eyes and enjoying it silently.

"You're dreaming."

Zhao Bai ruthlessly shut down the employee's unreasonable request, leaving them no room for fantasy.

Mei arrived fashionably late around noon.

The busiest lunch rush had already passed. Mei's arrival was like a bright ray of sunshine, illuminating Zhao Bai's slightly gloomy heart. She carried a surfboard, her attire eye-catching.

A blue and white jacket, a light purple inner shirt, her hair tied up in a high ponytail for ease of movement, and a sun hat tilted upwards – she looked every bit the athletic girl.

The soft colors of her clothing complemented her dark, blue-purple hair, creating a pleasing sight.

But unfortunately, it was all an illusion.

The surfboard was hollow, containing a narrow space. In a crisis, if smashed hard against a rock, the surfboard would shatter, and the long blade hidden inside would be revealed.

At that moment, the girl would reap lives with her swift, dance-like blade techniques, her high ponytail ensuring her hair wouldn't get stained.

Zhao Bai looked at the surfboard, and Mei looked at Zhao Bai's golf bag.

When kindred spirits meet, they share a knowing chuckle.

Chapter Twenty-Three: It's an Air Conditioner, a Refrigerator, a Fire Extinguisher, it's the Simulated Spirit Blade, Ice Lotus Sky!

The Gulfstream jet sliced through the clouds, its powerful engines roaring, the sound eventually fading into the vast sky.

Zhao Bai lay reclined, sleeping soundly with a velvet eye mask on. This was the business class, furthest from the engines. Even the fiercest roar would become a gentle murmur here.

He was sleeping comfortably.

Except for the faint scent of the girl's hair that often tickled his nose, causing strange dreams, the start of this journey was not bad.

He sniffed.

The faint scent of her hair, sometimes near, sometimes distant, suddenly drew closer. Zhao Bai felt a pair of eyes fixed on him.

His intuition told him not to open his eyes at this moment.

Otherwise, the instant their gazes met, both would become incredibly awkward. He didn't want that, especially since he was Mei's nominal master.

A master of culinary art, which Mei mistook for blade techniques, but was still culinary art.

Before boarding the plane, they had discovered with surprise that all their disguises were meaningless. St. Freya's car, sporting Schicksal license plates, had been granted green lights everywhere it went.

They drove the car directly into the plane's cargo hold and were escorted by the crew into the business class.

Zhao Bai and Mei were the only two passengers on the entire flight.

It was predictable that even if they had driven a Middle Eastern pickup truck mounted with a machine gun, they wouldn't have faced any obstruction.

The plane began its descent. Zhao Bai calculated with his fingers; he had slept for about two hours, just enough to recover from the fatigue of his sleepless night. He propped himself up and slowly sat up, stretching, before leisurely removing his eye mask.

As expected, while Zhao Bai was slowly stretching, Mei quickly averted her gaze to avoid awkwardness.

"Mei, I feel the plane is slowing down and descending. Are we almost in Australia?"