I Opened a Restaurant in Honkai

He called the sleepy Theresa, and together they went to the rooftop.

"Are we frying something again?"

Theresa rubbed her drowsy eyes and yawned. She watched Zhao Bai set up the heavy cannon, aiming its muzzle at the sky. She couldn't help but stomp her foot. She had come out in a hurry, wearing only a jacket over her semi-transparent, pale pink nightgown. Her fair legs were exposed, straight and slender under the night sky.

"With so many weapons, yet they can only be used for cooking. Should I call you... the Herrscher of Food?"

"Whatever makes you happy."

"I've already notified the students. When Zhao Bai's cooking reaches perfection, golden light will erupt from the dishes, just like lasers in a particle collider. You can use the deep fryer to your heart's content."

Chapter 3: High-Energy Laser Fried Chicken

A golden pillar of light shot up into the sky, like a totem.

Comics always said this. When food reached perfection, it would emit such light. Zhao Bai rested his hand on the heavy cannon, feeling its surging power, while staring at the chicken pieces in the laser beam. Theresa had given advance notice, so no students would be alarmed.

The light flashed and vanished, like lightning streaking across the sky.

From entering the pot to being served, it took less than a second.

The energy of the high-energy laser beam was too strong. Although it saved a lot of time and cooking oil, it put immense pressure on the chef's eyesight, and it wasn't easy.

The sky was illuminated and quickly returned to darkness. Zhao Bai plated the fragrant, crispy chicken pieces, sprinkled them with salt and pepper, and handed them to Theresa. The chicken pieces had shrunk slightly, their skin golden yellow, with breadcrumbs evenly dotted throughout, like frosting.

The aroma was intoxicating.

Theresa's eyes lit up. She took the plate and, ignoring how hot the freshly cooked chicken was, grabbed a piece and put it in her mouth, savoring it carefully.

The skin was crispy, and the fibers were tender.

Theresa chewed slowly. Her strong teeth rubbed against the meat fibers, and the rich juices burst out. She immediately felt her entire mouth filled with a scorching aroma. She quickly swallowed the chicken and picked up another piece.

Three chicken thighs were made into a plate of fried chicken. Theresa devoured them like a whirlwind, licking the bottom of the bowl with lingering satisfaction.

"Your culinary skills are still as high as ever. Choosing to observe you long-term was truly a stroke of luck."

"It's all thanks to the Director's protection."

Zhao Bai replied neither humbly nor arrogantly. He had a very clear self-awareness. His secrets could not be hidden. Without the protection of a sufficiently benevolent leader, Zhao Bai would eventually be taken to a laboratory for containment. At best, he would be dissected for research.

Theresa's role in relation to him was nominally observation, but it felt more like freeloading and cohabitation. In reality, she was his protector.

It was complicated and hard to explain in words.

If Zhao Bai hadn't known the original story and understood what kind of person Theresa truly was, he wouldn't have dared to take this risk. Once the Director confirmed that Zhao Bai's weapons were ineffective against people and could only be used for cooking, she had moved into Zhao Bai's dormitory.

After supper, Theresa yawned and returned to her room to sleep. She really didn't know how she could eat, sleep, and maintain such a good figure.

There were classes tomorrow, so Zhao Bai also needed to get to bed early.

He put his weapon back into the subspace and poured himself a glass of calming wine. The ice machine had a peculiar appearance, ice blue, with a heavy firepower vibe, and even sported three menacing devil horns. It was the legendary weapon—the Chiyou Cannon.

Legend had it that this artifact could bring winter to volcanoes. In Zhao Bai's hands, however, it was merely an ice machine.

The next day, 6 AM.