I'm Opening a Restaurant in Collapse

In fact, you don't need to pour too much emotion into the ingredients, and neither anger nor love makes any sense.

All you need to do is just swing the knife.

Zhao Bai held the entire winter in his hands and slashed down, hundreds of millions of tons of snowflakes roaring and dancing in the clouds!

The merciful wind and snow buried all sins, leaving only the pure dark blue.

No sadness, no anger.

Only silence.

After wielding this knife, Zhao Bai felt a little stiff in his arm.

He bared his teeth and grinned, and a piercing pain occurred spontaneously. The Taidao fell to the ice with a bang. He squatted down slowly with his arms over his head, and coughed lightly.

"Just a knife... what's the matter with you?"

"When I came to the fire scene in Australia, not only did I catch a cold, but I also got frostbite on my hands."

Zhao Bai gritted his teeth and said, "This is a work-related injury! If Theresa, the principal of the academy, doesn't pay a pension, I'll quit this job and resign tomorrow."

The black-rimmed glasses were already in his arms, and Zhao Bai's indifference and alienation were well concealed. He clutched his arms and screamed in pain, as if he had suddenly changed into an ordinary human being from a god who was killed.

Only he knew that something was different.

The deadly slash froze the entire Houkai beast group, and they couldn't survive at the extreme low temperature.

The girl's arrogant smile was completely frozen.

As she said, the ultimate joy has not subsided, but the pain of death has come as promised. Different emotions are intertwined on the face, leaving only a touch of confusion.

Zhao Bai looked at the ice sculpture, a nameless fire suddenly rose in his heart, he stood up enduring the pain, and spit at the statue.

"tui~!"

A mouthful of phlegm spit out, and under the action of external force, the fragile ice sculpture shattered into scum all over the floor.

Things have been resolved perfectly.

The fire was covered with snow and ice, and Yayi helped Zhao Bai to move towards the pasture. The two inevitably stuck together, but Yayi was not at all shy as a girl.

Her thoughts were temporarily fixed on the silent slash just now, and there seemed to be stars twinkling in her pupils.

Quiet as ice, moving as thunder.

This is not a kendo master, who is a kendo master?

An impulse arises spontaneously, and Yayi really has the idea of ​​learning from a teacher, but she is afraid of Zhao Bai's prevarication, and asks her to go to the kitchen to learn to cut vegetables instead of learning real swordsmanship.

She decided to test it out side by side.

"Zhao Bai's swordsmanship is so well-rounded, can you easily reveal which school you are the descendant of?"

"Kitchen Flow."

"If it is passed down, I will be the Grandmaster of the sect."

Zhao Bai seemed to be well prepared, and answered calmly, Ya Yi smiled awkwardly, her walking pace was a little sluggish, and she almost fell directly to the ground.

Kitchen flow, what kind of silly batch is this?

Even the name is so perfunctory, it is probably because of a hot mind to prevaricate her?

Zhao Bai kept staring at Ya Yi's face, and read her emotions from her micro-expressions, knowing that she didn't believe it.

Believe it or not.

While Ya Yi was testing Zhao Bai, Zhao Bai was also examining Ya Yi and wanted to accept her as his apprentice.

Apprentice, what a wonderful vocabulary.

No salary, only three meals a day, chopping vegetables, beating eggs, washing dishes, cleaning tables, all the work is done, it is simply a walking labor force.

That's right, he was greedy for Yayi's body.

With slender wrists and soft palms, Zhao Bai couldn't help thinking, how many dishes can he wash in a day.

One can't... at least shouldn't...

Ya Yi didn't know Zhao Bai's sinister intentions, but she still supported him and walked all the way to the main gate of the ranch.

Mr. Chen has not given up and is still struggling.

Seeing the two people supporting each other, his pupils reflected the light of hope, and shouted:

"Have you seen my daughter?"

"My daughter, is she dead?"

Mr. Chen's eyes are complicated. He buried his daughter with his own hands two years ago. It is impossible to think that she is still alive, but as a father, he has unrealistic illusions.

Zhao Bai sighed: "I was dead originally, and now I am dead, but there is something evil going on. I helped a little, your daughter is already sleeping."

The mission recorder is still running.

Zhao Bai took it off and tuned it to the part where the girl was talking, and the childish and cruel voice echoed on the pasture.

"Of course it's the joy of reunion. When the happiness reaches its peak, I will burn him to ashes."