From the moment she kidnapped Erii, she became a roadblock.

The key turned half a turn in the lock, and Lu Mingfei, listlessly carrying his backpack, squeezed in sideways.

My aunt was chopping ribs in the kitchen. The back of the knife hit the bones with a dull thud, and the oil sizzled, releasing the aroma of garlic.

My uncle was sprawled on the sofa watching the evening news, his feet propped up on the glass coffee table, his sock had a hole in it, and his big toe was sticking out.

Lu Mingze's door was closed, and game sound effects were playing inside.

dinner.

Four dishes and a soup, with sweet and sour pork ribs piled up in front of Lu Mingze.

Lu Mingfei only picked up the stir-fried cabbage from the plate closest to him.

Lu Mingze was gnawing on ribs, spitting the bones onto the table.

The uncle asked Lu Mingfei, "Have the results of the second mock exam come out yet?"

Lu Mingfei said, "Not yet."

Actually, it's out; it's seventh from the bottom.

But no one asked any further questions.

……

Guan Luo leaned against the railing, facing the sea breeze, while Erii nestled in his arms, her head resting on his collarbone, her long hair blowing in the wind and brushing against his chin.

The setting sun over the Pacific Ocean was sinking before them, the sea surface burning into a flowing gold, and a few wisps of clouds in the distance dyed purplish-red.

Neither of them spoke, and the silence was quite comfortable.

Footsteps came from behind.

"Kanro-kun, Erii-san."

Shuto Aki stood at the cabin door, looking at the two people pressed together, and tilted her head curiously.

Dinner is ready.

Erii lifted her head from Guan Luo's embrace, blinked, and then gently tugged at his sleeve.

Guan Luo looked down at her.

Erii blinked; she was clearly hungry.

The restaurant on the Moniach is located on the lower deck of the main deck, accessible by climbing a metal staircase.

Shudeya led the way, pushing open the soundproof door covered in dark leather. The scene inside was quite different from the outside.

The restaurant's lighting is warm yellow, coming from wall lamps embedded in the side bulkheads. The light is very soft, and the ceiling is made of light-colored oak panels, which visually raises the space and prevents it from feeling too oppressive.

There are four square tables for four people at the four corners, and two long tables for six people in the center. The tables are quite wide, so they are probably for group meals.

In the corner by the porthole, there was a small round table with two armchairs, which was usually Mans's reserved seat, but Mans rarely sat there. He preferred to chat at the large table.

Guan Luo and Erii are sitting here tonight; the two of them have completely taken over the spot.

A white linen tablecloth covered the table, and the silver cutlery was already set out. Next to the cutlery was a glass filled with... plain water.

When Guan Luo and Erii walked in, they attracted the attention of everyone in the restaurant.

Mans sat at the top of the long table, a half-empty glass of red wine beside him. He looked up through his round-framed sunglasses at Guan Luo and Erii, and greeted them.

The executives and the junior trainees may have different thoughts.

But when faced with Guan Luo and Erii, all they could feel was gratitude and envy.

They could muster the courage to act against the student council president and the Lionheart Club president, but against these two...

They had absolutely no will to fight.

"Hey, do you think the principal can stop the missile?" a second-year student asked at another long table.

Several of his friends looked at him as if he were mentally challenged.

Even the strongest principal is still human; how could he possibly catch a missile with his mortal body?

Unless the area of ​​Time Zero can cover the entire Moniach, the entire crew cannot be saved.

Otherwise, he would have to escape with a few others.

The second-year student originally wanted to ask, "If that's the case, then what level of mixed-race are Guan Luo and Erii?"

S+?

But as soon as the words were on the tip of his tongue, he remembered the confidentiality agreement, so he swallowed them back and could not say anything about Guan Luo and Erii.

The ship's cook peeked out from the kitchen door, glanced around to make sure everyone was there, and began serving the dishes.

The appetizer was a cold dish.

It was a plate of smoked salmon slices, shaped like roses, arranged in the center of a white porcelain plate, garnished with capers and gold leaf.

A small bunch of salad leaves, tossed with orange peel and dill, were placed on the side and drizzled with olive oil and lemon juice.

Erii looked at the salmon rose, hesitated for a moment, then carefully poked a piece with her fork and put it in her mouth.

After chewing a few bites, she turned to look at Guan Luo, her eyes brightening slightly.

good to eat!

Aside from the egg noodles that Guanluo made before, Erii thought this was the second most delicious thing in the world.

While chewing, he forked another piece and put it to Guan Luo's mouth, wanting to share it with him.

A few slices of salmon were quickly devoured by Guan Luo and Erii.

Soon, salmon was no longer the second best thing, because the main course was served.

The main courses consist of two dishes, served simultaneously, each on a separate plate for guests to help themselves.

The first dish was red wine braised oxtail. The oxtail was braised for a full four hours, and the marrow had melted into the broth. The meat could be easily separated from the bone with a fork.

The sauce is dark brown and thick like silk, with whole pearl onions and whole cloves of garlic. The garlic is stewed until it's soft and buttery.

It's served with handmade mashed potatoes, with plenty of butter and a touch of nutmeg powder, giving it a smooth, velvety texture.

The second dish was pan-fried sea bass. The skin was fried until golden and crispy, and the flesh was white and firm. With a gentle press, delicious juices would seep out.

The seasoning is very simple: sea salt, black pepper, and a little lemon zest.

It was served on a bed of fennel slices cooked in white wine and cream, which absorbed the umami flavor of the fish and became soft and sweet.

The side dishes included roasted asparagus drizzled with hollandaise sauce, honey-roasted squash chunks, and a bowl of mixed salad leaves.

There is also a small pot of buttered cornmeal porridge, somewhere between porridge and cake, with a rich milky flavor. It can be served with oxtail sauce or as a base for sea bass.

The two had a hearty appetite and didn't care about restaurant etiquette or other people's opinions, so they ate heartily.

The two quickly finished off all the food.

The other trainees couldn't help but sigh in admiration upon seeing this.

"An S-class is truly S-class; they don't hold back on their meals, and their speed is astonishing!"

After the main course plates are cleared away, there is dessert.

Two small ceramic bowls, one for Guan Luo and one for Erii.

French crème brûlée.

The surface is a thin, crisp caramel shell that cracks easily with a gentle tap of the back of a spoon, revealing a smooth, silky custard underneath.

The small black dots of vanilla seeds are evenly distributed throughout, a sign of high-quality ingredients.

Erii took her bowl, tapped the caramel crust with her spoon, heard the crisp cracking sound, and then scooped a spoonful into her mouth.

After finishing eating, Erii took out her notebook.

Guan Luo wondered where it came from; the hospital gown didn't even have pockets.

Erii wrote: "Guanlu, make this next time!"

When Guan Luo saw this, he immediately felt overwhelmed, but since Erii wanted to eat it, he would learn how to make it himself!

Kassel College should have relevant courses, right?