It was quite frustrating.
But Zhao Bai needed to observe that specific frequency. Only by perfectly balancing suppression and growth could he create a dish that would flawlessly solve the problem.
It was really just a matter of proportions.
Boiling Black Abyss White Flower and Judas together in a pot was like stir-frying ginger and garlic until fragrant before cooking. Different boiling times produced different concentrations in the extracted solution, resulting in entirely different effects. Zhao Bai's task was to adjust the timing and create a recipe from nothing. The first step was observing the diner's condition—watching while she lay down, while she slept, while she ate, and even while she used the bathroom.
About two days, more or less.
An ordinary person would have thrown up after staring at a loli for two days. There was no chef more caring than Zhao Bai.
Zhao Bai said nothing and kept staring at her.
Staring at her Stigmata.
For a moment, he seemed to see a pair of blue eyes, as gentle as the sea. But when he blinked and tried to take a closer look, there was nothing again—only a faint crimson cherry blossom mark. It was truly bizarre.
He still needed to carefully observe this Stigmata.
Zhao Bai shook his head, trying to discern something from the deep crimson cherry blossom mark and the fluctuations of Honkai energy.
He said to Theresa, "For today and tomorrow, stay here and don't go anywhere. Let me observe the Honkai energy fluctuations of your Stigmata."
"Hm?"
Theresa asked warily, "Don't tell me you're lusting after nonhuman girls?"
"She doesn't even have a tail. How is she a nonhuman girl?"
Zhao Bai was a fundamentalist when it came to nonhuman girls. Unless fox-eared Theresa put on the Magical Girl Teriri skin and pleased