"What should we do?"
"Bronya did not anticipate this situation and has no contingency plan, so... Bronya does not know."
Bronya turned around.
"You tell me first. What exactly is your relationship with her?"
"..."
"It's just an ordinary relationship of eating and being eaten. As a chef, it's perfectly normal for me to have one or two die-hard regulars, right?"
"Not normal. Completely abnormal."
Bronya's suspicions did not ease. She had thought she was making a deal with a tiger, only to find that the other party was a scheming wolf with designs on someone important to her. No wonder he had agreed so readily. Bronya had found it strange before, but now she understood—it was because of Zhao Bai.
"Do you have any more surprises for me?"
Zhao Bai honestly shook his head.
As for whether there really were any, he did not say so outright.
Zhao Bai did not know either.
After sitting there for a while, the Third Herrscher found Theresa's constant guarded vigilance utterly boring. She turned to look at Zhao Bai, who was whispering with Bronya, and said, "Leaving me sitting here—do you have some grievance against me?"
"How would I dare?"
"I won this competition, so you'll grant me one wish. That was the established rule, wasn't it?"
"The reward was that ten-percent discount card and Mei's custody. It has nothing to do with me."
Zhao Bai hurriedly explained.
"But I burned that ten-percent discount card. I want to exchange it for another wish."
"..."
"Come serve me. Submit beneath my feet."
Zhao Bai heard a crack from behind him. The superalloy cannon was silently gathering power, and one wrong word would bring down a thunderous disaster.
If it was a blessing, it was not a curse; if it was a curse,