Dragon Ball: My power level has been maxed out

"What a pity..." Bulma sighed, resting her chin on her hands. "It seems that if we want to eat such delicious food again, we'll have to wait until you're in a good mood."

"That's roughly the idea." Solo nodded with a smile.

Then, Solo looked up at the window again.

The sky was gradually darkening, with the last trace of orange struggling on the horizon before being swallowed by darkness.

Weiss still didn't come.

Wukong's life is in danger.

Solo slowly shook his head, a forced smile appearing on his face, the corners of his mouth curving into a bitter arc.

"Solo, what are you looking up at?" Bulma asked curiously, following his gaze to the gray-blue sky outside the window. "Are you looking at Mars?"

"Why look at Mars?" Solo smiled slightly and looked away. "I can teleport. I can go back in an instant. I don't need to be reminded of people by looking at things."

Bulma was speechless for a moment, and her lips twitched slightly.

Solo looked at the dishes on the table again.

We've almost finished all the dishes; several dishes are practically empty, with only the bottom of the plate remaining.

"Have the robot collect the vegetables," Soro instructed Bulma.

"No...make me finish the rest of the plate!" Bulma shook her head decisively, picked up her chopsticks and took another piece of fish tail. "There's so much left over from these dishes, it would be such a waste to throw it away."

However, Bulma's face turned red instantly after she finished speaking.

Her chopsticks hovered in mid-air as her gaze fell on her slightly protruding belly.

"No, I can't eat anymore," Bulma muttered softly, her voice barely audible. "If I eat any more, I'll really get fat."

She put down her chopsticks, took a deep breath, waved at the humanoid robot in the distance, and beckoned with her finger twice.

"Miss Bulma, what can I do for you?" The humanoid robot stepped forward, its metal shell gleaming coldly under the lights.

It bowed to Bulma with the precision of a trained butler.

“Clean up these dishes,” Bulma said, pointing to the leftover food on the table.

"Okay." The humanoid robot stepped forward, its metal fingers outstretched, ready to tidy up the table.

Just as the humanoid robot picked up a plate.

"call out"

A streak of light, as dazzling as a star, descended from the sky, moving as fast as a falling meteor.

The light streaked across the night sky, slowed abruptly just before hitting the ground, and then gently landed beside Solo without stirring up a speck of dust.

Solo was startled, his body trembled slightly, and he almost sprang from his seat.

Immediately afterwards, he turned his head to look at the dazzling flame.

The flames faded, revealing a slender figure.

This person was dressed in angelic attire, with light blue skin and long silver hair tied in a high ponytail, the ends of which swayed gently in the breeze.

He also held a scepter in his hand, its shaft long and slender, with a blue gemstone set at the top, emitting a soft light.

Upon seeing this, Solo was overjoyed, and his eyes lit up.

It's Bardot!

Weiss didn't come, but Bardos did!

"Please wait a moment!" The moment Bardos landed, she immediately spoke politely to the humanoid robot, gently turning the scepter in her hand.

Upon seeing Vados suddenly appear, Bulma's beautiful eyes widened instantly, her gaze sweeping over Vados several times, her mouth slightly agape.

The robot seemed to have voiceprint recognition capabilities and completely ignored what Bardos was saying.

Its metal fingers gripped the plates firmly, stacking the two plates together with a crisp clinking sound.

Bardos's lips twitched, and her pale blue fingers paused in mid-air.

“You are…” Bulma asked, looking at Vados, her brows furrowing slightly.

"Hello, my name is Bardos." Bardos said her name, bowed slightly, and gracefully twirled the scepter in her hand. "Nice to meet you."

She paused, her gaze falling on the leftover food on the table, a slight smile curving her lips.

"I'm so sorry, I smelled the aroma of the food from far away, so I came to take a look."

"You can smell it?" Bulma paused, blinking twice.

Chapter 108 Bardos: I Can Heal

"Oh dear... what a pity, it seems they've already finished eating." Bardos sighed softly, turning her gaze away from the table in disappointment. "In that case, farewell!"

As she said this, Bardos tapped her scepter lightly on the ground, making a crisp sound.

"Snapped!"

Once again, a dazzling light, like stars, surged from Bardos's body, illuminating the entire restaurant.

It seems that Bardos intends to leave immediately.

“Please wait a moment,” Solo said immediately to Bados, stepping forward.

Bardos glanced at Solo out of the corner of her eye, a slight smile playing on her lips.

The light and flames on her body slowly subsided, but did not dissipate, instead enveloping her like a thin mist.

"Sir, is there anything I can help you with?" Bardos turned around and smiled.

"You're here to eat, right?" Solo asked with a smile, spreading his palm towards the dining table.

“Yes.” Bardos nodded.

"If you don't mind, let me prepare a few more dishes for you," Solo said politely. "After all, you've come from afar, you should eat something before you go back, right?"

"Oh dear, that's really kind of you." Bardos quickly bowed and twirled the scepter in her hand.

"Please wait a moment!" Solo immediately rolled up his sleeves and went to the kitchen to get busy. He walked briskly, pushed open the door, and disappeared at the end of the corridor.

The sound of a cleaver striking the cutting board echoed from the kitchen, rapid and forceful.

It took less than three minutes.

Solo came out carrying a plate of hot and sour shredded potatoes, the edge of the plate still steaming.

As for the leftover food on the table, the robot has cleaned it up and wiped the table clean, leaving not a single oil stain on the white tablecloth.

"Hot and sour shredded potatoes, please enjoy." Solo placed the plate in front of Bardos and gently put it down.

Bardos picked up her chopsticks, her long fingers moving gracefully.

She picked up two shredded potatoes, put them in her mouth, and chewed them gently.

The moment your teeth bite through the potato shreds, they make a slight, crisp sound.

The moment the two shredded potatoes touched her tongue, Bados's beautiful eyes lit up, her pupils reflecting the golden shredded potatoes on the plate.

"Delicious! Absolutely delicious!" Bardos exclaimed repeatedly, reaching out with her chopsticks to take another big bite.

"Since you like it, I'll go prepare a few more dishes." Solo smiled brightly and turned to walk towards the kitchen.

"Oh dear, that's so kind of you." Bardos stood up from her chair and bowed again to Solo's retreating figure. "Thank you again."

"You're welcome." Solo grinned, waved without turning his head, and disappeared through the kitchen doorway.

Bulma sat in her chair, her gaze shifting back and forth between Solo and Vados.

She glanced in the direction Solo had disappeared, then at Bados's pale blue face, a look of surprise on her face.

What is Solo doing?

Do you like this Smurf?

Why should we cook for this Smurf?

Didn't you say you weren't going to cook for a while?

After thinking for a moment, Bulma immediately stood up from her chair and hurried after him, following Soro into the kitchen.

Pushing open the door, the kitchen was filled with the smell of cooking oil and seasonings.

"Solo, you don't actually like blue, do you?" Bulma asked with a resentful look, arms crossed, leaning against the door frame.

“That’s right.” Solo nodded without denying it, his hands continuing to chop vegetables, the knife making a rhythmic sound on the cutting board.

Who doesn't love a goddess?

Bardos was a true goddess.

Blue is blue, it's not like nobody's never eaten blueberries.

No, no... This has nothing to do with whether you like blue or not.

I did this to save Wukong's life.

I originally intended to lure Weiss over, but it turned out that Bados came to me on her own.

"Hmph, I knew it!" Bulma snorted, looking sullen, her chin slightly raised. "You don't even let go of blue beauties!"

"You really know me!" Solo gave Bulma a thumbs up and grinned. "Congratulations, you got it right!"

Bulma opened her mouth, then closed it again, genuinely unsure of what to say.

Why do I sound like I'm praising you?

……

The second dish was Mapo Tofu, which was also quickly served.

The tofu used is soft tofu, cut into evenly sized cubes, paired with tender beef chunks, and sprinkled with garlic sprouts and Sichuan peppercorn powder, instantly enhancing the flavor.

The chili oil swirls in the plate, and the aroma of Sichuan peppercorns fills the air.

Solo took the Mapo Tofu out and carefully placed it on the dining table.

“This is…” Bardos sniffed, her nostrils flaring slightly, her gaze fixed on the Mapo Tofu, her pupils reflecting the red and white dish.

“This is called Mapo Tofu.” Solo smiled slightly and took a step back.