I Opened a Restaurant in Honkai

That was a comb.

Bronya brushed her long hair aside with her free hand, her gaze burning as she stared at him.

The meaning was already perfectly clear.

P.S.: Summer vacation in the book was about to end.

I had to take my makeup exam too.

Sigh.

Single-Turbocharged Engine Duck

Zhao Bai's hair-combing skills were atrocious.

It was strange—or rather, the two things contradicted each other. Zhao Bai could hold a knife in one hand and slice fish so thin it became transparent, and he could cut tofu into strands as fine as noodles. But the moment he picked up a comb, his hand began to shake as though he had late-stage Parkinson's.

Tuna from the western seas of Russia, sweet shrimp and fresh scallops from the Arctic—none of them compared to a single strand of her hair.

Zhao Bai was a little worried.

He glanced at the comb in his hand and asked anxiously, "This thing was modified from a weapon, after all. It won't suddenly explode while I'm combing your hair, will it?"

"It won't."

Bronya merely shook her head.

That kind of concern did not make Bronya happy. It was a denial of weapon-development technology, a triple insult to Schicksal's Chopstick Changguang, Anti-Entropy's chief researcher Iserin, and master craftsman Bronya.

"Hurry up."

Seeing that he still had not moved after so long, Bronya patted the floor beside her, signaling for Zhao Bai to come over quickly.

Zhao Bai made his move.

The soft strands of hair nestled in his hand like flowing sand.

Bronya must have just washed her hair. The comb slid through without the slightest resistance, and her gray hair shimmered with a silken sheen. She took out a hairpin and handed it to Zhao Bai; clearly, she had prepared it beforehand.

This was