Off to France (Continued)

"What a bunch of lunatics."

Zhao Bai gave the film a succinct review.

"But those academic judges probably liked this sort of thing. As long as a film reflected the [inferior nature of humanity], they liked it."

In the cockpit, Amber cautiously poked her head out.

"My lord, since you dislike it so much, shall I notify the European headquarters and have this film banned?"

"There's no need."

With a grand wave of his hand, Zhao Bai mercifully spared the film. However, he had already lost interest in watching it. The figures on the screen twisted into indescribable, grotesque shapes, while shadows magnified his facial expression—a vacant numbness.

The movie paused at that moment.

Zhao Bai felt no stirrings within him and lowered his head to look at the girlish pink red velvet cake in the magazine.

Fluffy and light.

The pink color looked quite appetizing.

Zhao Bai stared at the red velvet cake for quite a while. When he turned the page, there were macarons again. He had no interest in them and continued flipping through the magazine, only to find that it was filled entirely with girlish afternoon tea desserts. Nearly the whole magazine was like this, which he found rather unbelievable.

This was Lord Bishop's private jet.

Could it be...

Zhao Bai closed the magazine and picked up a new one. This one was much more normal, detailing the history of french cuisine. Besides photographs of restaurants, it also featured close-ups of dishes and chefs. Japanese black truffles had flourished here.

French cuisine, huh.

Zhao Bai stretched as he pondered.

He saw Bronya flipping through a magazine. Wanting to learn about her interests, he discreetly leaned closer for a look and discovered that it was not only a weapons magazine, but also a historical weapons magazine. Bronya