Mei drew out her reply.
For some reason, the atmosphere suddenly grew a little heavy.
"Let's talk about something lighter."
Zhao Bai took out his little notebook and said to Mei, "That person isn't the same consciousness as you, after all, so I won't put her bill on your tab."
"Then thank you very much."
Mei licked the residue from between her teeth, savoring an intensely refreshing taste. She could not help saying, "The pasta is nicely chewy, with the fragrance of olive oil and basil, plus the freshness of sea shrimp... Was she eating shrimp pesto pasta?"
"It was Arctic shrimp pesto pasta."
Mei clicked her tongue. That dish was not cheap at all; only a rich little girl like Bronya could afford it.
Mei could not afford it. Was the Third Herrscher somehow rich?
The Third Herrscher had no source of income, and Zhao Bai had already figured out her future. If she stood in a corner of the restaurant, she would make a natural mosquito zapper, and she could usually serve as a mascot too.
The Third Herrscher had never expected that after merely eating one meal, Zhao Bai would arrange her future so thoroughly.
The night passed, and the maid woke up.
Rita got up at five in the morning. Halfway through putting on her maid uniform, she was tying the pristine ruffled apron around her slender waist when she suddenly received a piece of intelligence.
"Hmm?"
Headmistress Theresa had ordered Changkong City placed under Level One lockdown for the entire night. No residents were allowed outside. The whole city was brightly lit, as though it were falling while ablaze.
And Zhao Bai had carried out a mission in Changkong City last night.
Rita felt that the stalemate that had persisted for so long had