"Let's compete in cooking."
Zhao Bai froze, suddenly feeling as though all light had abandoned him in that instant.
"I declare Rosaliya the winner of this dispute."
"This was rigged!"
Kiana loudly objected. "I absolutely refuse to accept this! There's something shady going on!"
Zhao Bai walked over to the sofa and helped Bronya put on her anti-gravity leg armor. His hands brushed over her soft, fair thighs, the touch smooth and tender. His movements grew increasingly practiced, and he and Bronya worked together better and better.
"You want to compete in cooking?"
Bronya spoke, and an air of absolute authority radiated from her, instantly bringing the situation under control.
"Then come back tomorrow. By then, the test will be prepared. We will strive for fairness, objectivity, and third-party oversight. The ingredients and venue will also be provided by the examiners, and the topic will not be revealed in advance."
Brilliant.
Zhao Bai almost wanted to applaud.
With the ingredients, seasonings, pots, and stoves all prepared, and the topic strictly limited, whatever they made probably would not taste unbearably bad, right?
You really were something, Bronya.
Both Rosaliya and Kiana were very satisfied with this result. They went home, rubbing their hands together as they prepared to show off their skills in the kitchen, leaving Bronya and Zhao Bai to discuss matters heatedly.
Theresa nervously walked out and looked at the calm pair, breathing tensely.
"Kiana actually forgot about it just like that. Should I say that's so like Kiana? Or was this also within your expectations? More importantly, are you really going to eat Kiana's cooking? Are you willing to risk your life just to please a girl?"
"Ask your questions one at a time."
Zhao Bai sighed. "Do you think I wanted this? If I hadn't agreed