I Do Whatever I Want (Continued)

"..."

The request was so outrageous that even the head chef was stunned.

The head chef had clearly heard that the person coming to eat at his restaurant was an exceptionally skilled chef, whose flavors had earned lavish praise from the great Bishop, and who also possessed an extremely refined appreciation for alcohol. Yet when he stood before him... this was it?

This was it?

Naturally, a distinguished guest's request could not be refused.

Thus, Zhao Bai sat calmly in the Michelin restaurant, watching the head chef remove his chef's hat and push the door open as he left without much enthusiasm.

"..."

Bronya twisted the knife. "According to Heavy Cannon Rabbit's report, the head chef went to Pizza Hut and ordered three twelve-inch seafood pizzas. Then he went to Walmart and bought a large bottle of Diet Coke, egg tarts... He ordered KFC delivery."

"This is just too..."

Durandal clutched her stomach, feeling that something was wrong in every possible way.

Zhao Bai was far too willful, yet this willfulness seemed deliberate. He surely had some deeper plan, so it was inconvenient for her to ask. It was just...

Durandal hesitated before slowly saying, "Since he went to Pizza Hut, could you have the head chef bring me a cheese beef brisket baked rice and a sour lemon kumquat drink? I don't really like Diet Coke, and a mere twelve-inch pizza... isn't quite enough to fill me up."

Zhao Bai clapped his hands, and his little secretary Amber appeared at once.

From the restaurant at one end of the street to the one at the other, after that hasty hundred-meter sprint, she was panting heavily, her chest rising and falling.

"Did you hear what Durandal said?"

"Y-Yes... I... understood..."

She hurriedly called the head chef, who had gone to