Even something as simple as dicing mangoes had gone wrong several times.
The spirit blade called the Void Blade rose and fell. Zhao Bai discovered that instead of neat cubes of mango, he had cut loose shreds of flesh still clinging to the peel.
When it came to cooking, Zhao Bai held himself to extremely high standards.
To keep the fruit from taking on a metallic taste, he had even used the Void Blade, forged from "nothingness," for slicing. Yet now, he only felt that his skills were unworthy of the blade.
"What exactly is going on?"
He muttered to himself, echoing Bronya's earlier words. His blade stopped as he stared at the mangled mangoes in deep thought.
The Anti-Field Katana flashed out, pulverizing all those failed attempts into bright yellow mango juice.
Coconut milk and sugar were simmered into a syrup.
Zhao Bai calmed himself and cut another batch of mangoes and pomelos. This time, he finally succeeded. He mixed in the remaining ingredients, and the golden Mango Pomelo Sago was finally complete. Crushed pomelo and diced mango were spread across the top, while sago pearls floated in the golden coconut milk.
Breathing in the sweet fragrance filling the air, Zhao Bai took deep blue ice cubes from the ice maker. The dish was finally ready to serve.
"Bronya, you must have been waiting a long time, right?"
"No."
He hurriedly brought the dish to the table without spilling a single drop. The chilled dessert was set before her. Zhao Bai took out a mother-of-pearl spoon, watching Bronya gather up the long sleeves of her furisode. Her pale wrist flashed into view, complementing the snow-white bone china.
Watching the girl eat was truly a feast for the eyes.
Bronya had never worn such an elaborate formal dress before, and