High-Energy Laser Fried Chicken

After calling Theresa, who was still drowsy, they headed to the rooftop together.

"Frying again?"

Theresa rubbed her sleepy eyes and yawned. Watching Zhao Bai set up the heavy cannon and aim its barrel at the sky, she could not help stamping her foot. She had rushed out in a hurry and was wearing only a coat over a translucent pale pink nightgown. Her snowy-white legs were bare, looking straight and slender beneath the night sky.

"With so many weapons, yet you can only use them for cooking, shouldn't I call you... the Herrscher of Food?"

"Whatever makes you happy."

"I already notified the students. When Student Zhao Bai's cooking reaches perfection, golden light will burst from the dish, like a laser in a particle collider. Feel free to use the fryer."

Chapter 3: High-Energy Laser Fried Chicken

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

That was how it was described in manga: when food was perfect enough, it would give off such a glow. Zhao Bai held the heavy cannon steady, feeling the surging recoil while keeping his eyes on the chicken pieces within the laser beam. Theresa had sent out a notice beforehand, so none of the students panicked.

The light vanished in a flash, like lightning streaking across the sky.

Less than a second passed from the moment it entered the fryer to the moment it came out.

The High-Energy Laser Fried Chicken's energy was too powerful. Though it saved a great deal of time and cooking oil, it placed immense demands on the chef's eyesight. It was not easy at all.

The sky rapidly returned to darkness after being illuminated. Zhao Bai plated the charred, crispy chicken pieces, sprinkled them with salt and pepper, and handed them to Theresa. The chicken had shrunk slightly, its skin golden, with breadcrumbs evenly scattered across it like frosting.

The aroma was mouthwatering.

Theresa's eyes lit up as she took the plate. Ignoring how scorching the freshly fried chicken was, she grabbed a piece and put it in her mouth, chewing it carefully.

The coating was crisp, while the fibers inside were tender.

Theresa chewed slowly. Her sturdy teeth ground against the meat fibers, and rich juices burst forth. At once, she felt scorching fragrance fill her entire mouth. She hurriedly swallowed the chicken, then picked up another piece.

Three chicken drumsticks had made a plate of chicken pieces. Theresa devoured them like a whirlwind, then licked the bottom of the plate with lingering satisfaction.

"Your cooking is as high-level as ever. Choosing to observe you long-term was truly like finding a treasure."

"It is all thanks to the principal's protection."

Zhao Bai replied neither humbly nor arrogantly. He understood his own situation clearly. His secrets could not be hidden forever. Without the protection of a sufficiently kind leader, he would sooner or later be dragged into a laboratory and kept there. At best, he would end up being sliced apart for research.

Theresa's relationship with him was nominally one of observation. It felt more like freeloading meals and living together, but in truth, she was his protector.

It was complicated, impossible to explain with words.

If he had not known the original story and understood what kind of person Theresa truly was, Zhao Bai would not have dared take this risk. After confirming that Zhao Bai's weapons were ineffective against people and could only process ingredients, the principal had simply moved into Zhao Bai's dorm room.

After the late-night snack, Theresa yawned and returned to her room to sleep. Zhao Bai truly did not know how she could eat and sleep like that while maintaining such a good figure.

There were still classes tomorrow, so Zhao Bai needed to sleep early as well.

After storing his weapons back in subspace, Zhao Bai poured himself a glass of calming liquor. The ice maker looked rather strange—ice-blue, clearly heavy firepower, and equipped with three ferocious demon horns. It was none other than the legendary weapon—the Chiyou Cannon.

The legendary divine weapon said to bring winter to volcanoes was, in Zhao Bai's hands, merely an ice maker.

The next day, six in the morning.