"You made a lot of delicious cakes and Tiramisu for your team, and they even posted pictures to show off! I saw them."
"Uh..." Lin Fu was speechless, "That wasn’t me."
"Of course it’s true." She had only made it once before someone ordered her not to make it anymore, and she would never make it again.
Joshua, who had been paying attention to the conversation between his brother and Lin Fu, raised his eyebrows in surprise. Was this still his reckless, uninhibited, freedom-loving brother?
"Lin Fu." Joshua suddenly spoke up.
"Here, Mr. Major General, please speak."
"No need to be so formal." Joshua waved his hand, "I see you are quite interested in this restaurant, so I want to remind you, this restaurant is not as simple as it appears on the surface."
"The owner of this restaurant was indeed a former Imperial Chef, but she is not the real owner, the real owner is someone else."
"Princess Freya." Joshua smiled as he uttered this name, which had become taboo among the nobles.
"Gourmet Restaurant was opened by Princess Freya’s personal chef when she was eight years old, reportedly out of a personal hobby. Unfortunately, less than a year after the restaurant opened, Princess Freya was gone. Later, many sought to take over the restaurant, and the Royal Family wanted to reclaim it as a royal property, but it turned out that Princess Freya had already gifted the ownership to the chef."
Joshua lifted his wine glass, took a sip, and then said, "Later, Miss Celia stepped in, backing the chef, and managed to save the restaurant, making it one of the top restaurants on Capital Star. That’s also why Miss Celia has such good clout."
Nolan, confused, asked, "Bro, why are you telling this?"
"It’s nothing, just that Lin Fu isn’t from Capital Star, and she definitely wouldn’t know, so I thought to inform her." It was all for Fu Xing’s sake.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have bothered!
"Thank you! Mr. Major General."
Lin Fu silently repeated the name to herself, embedding it in her heart.
She was eager to understand this person, to know if she was like herself, also from Earth of the twenty-first century.
Freya was too mysterious. After arriving on Capital Star, she had heard many rumors about her, but some were too fantastical.
It gave her a sense of misty mountains and fogs, and she had an intuition that she must be closely related to Freya.
Otherwise, how could she explain that their tastes were the same, their favorite dishes were the same, and even their knowledge and love of ancient architecture shared similarities?
Right, Celia, Lance, these two seem to be related to Freya?
Shortly after, Celia walked in with a finely wrapped gift box and placed it on the table, thereby ending the conversation between Lin Fu and Joshua.
After the meal, the four walked out of the restaurant and noticed tonight there seemed to be more patrol airships above their heads than usual.
"Strange." Joshua muttered to himself.
After bidding each other farewell, Joshua and Nolan went home, while Celia and Lin Fu took a flying car back to school.
"Aren’t you going home?"
"Aren’t you going home?"
The two had remained silent in the flying car all the way, only speaking after they left the bustling Core Area and passed through the chaotic Zone 23.
But unexpectedly, they asked the same question in unison.
"I don’t want to go back." Celia shrugged, indifferent, "What about you? Since you entered the Core Area, why didn’t you go back to the Upper Three Districts?"