Ultraman: I, Ultimate Hyperzeton

Out of curiosity, Xiao Yao and Balulu followed the adult out of the inn, where they saw the adult chatting happily with the old beggar.

They hadn't exchanged more than a few words when a dramatic change occurred in the old beggar, and an ugly and ferocious super beast appeared.

Unfortunately, it died as soon as it appeared, and the super beast became minced meat that adults could squeeze at will.

"When the Super Beast first appeared, it looked pretty exaggerated. I thought it could last a while longer," Baluru muttered.

Xiao Yao looked closely at Balulu's face: "What? Do you want the adult to lose?"

"If any super beast can defeat the adults, then this universe is doomed."

"I just thought of it casually..." Baruru quickly explained, taking Xiaoyao's hand and bringing her closer to the adults: "Do you need our help?"

"Forget it, you two are too clumsy." Su Yang wasn't surprised at all by the arrival of these two; he had noticed them as soon as they left the hotel.

"But you can help me heat the oil, we'll fry meatballs later." Su Yang skillfully formed meatballs while taking out the oil and iron pot needed for frying meatballs from the Evil God Space.

Remembering that Baluru had mentioned wanting to learn cooking from him some time ago, Su Yang gave him a couple of pointers: "First, heat the oil. For Fubuki Lala's super beast physique is average, so heating the oil to about 8,000 degrees is about right."

"Eight thousand degrees, that's so low?" Baruru was a little surprised.

"I searched for Ultraman's data online, and it said that the temperature of Ultraman's rays can reach hundreds of thousands when he emits light."

Su Yang: "..."

"The situation is different. Ultraman's beam has a high temperature because it is intended to achieve instantaneous and super destructive power."

"We need to eat, and the oil temperature is so high that it will turn the meat into ashes in an instant... Don't you have a brain?"

"Oh, right." Baruru scratched her head, clearly understanding, but then a new question popped up: "Why do we need to heat the oil beforehand? Can't we just put the meatballs in and heat them together with the oil?"

Su Yang: "..."

"Has absolutely no talent for cooking."

"Yes." Xiao Yao nodded in agreement.

"Although I don't cook, even I know that many fried foods are soft, and they won't hold their shape if you put them in cold oil."

“Yes, and food fried in cold oil will be very greasy, and nobody likes to eat it,” Su Yang added.

"Of course, it's possible that I could use this characteristic to develop new cooking methods for super beast meat in the future." With that, Su Yang handed the rolled-up meatballs to Baluru.

"After the oil is hot, put the meatballs in. Remember to turn them frequently with chopsticks. Fry until both sides are golden brown. It's very simple, right?"

"Ok!"

Half an hour later.

The first batch of meatballs was scooped out by Balulu; they were burnt black.

Su Yang's face was even darker than a meatball: "Did you fry this? Try it yourself, can you even eat it?"

"I didn't expect it to change color so quickly. It burned easily if I wasn't careful..." Baluru said with self-reproach and regret, "Master, let me try again. I'm sure I can help you!"

Su Yang felt sorry for the fruits of his labor, so in the end he didn't let Baluru make the frying anymore, but just let her watch and learn from the side.

"Look, just gently put the meatballs into the pot, remember the time and order in which each meatball is put in, and when it's time to take them out, just scoop them out in the same order."

"This way, each meatball spends roughly the same amount of time in the pot."

Baruru: "W-So meticulous?"

Su Yang replied with a matter-of-fact expression, "This is the proper attitude towards food."

After some time, Su Yang finally got to eat the meatballs he had fried himself. The outer skin was crispy, the inside was soft, and the aroma of meat filled the air.

"Mmm~, this tastes good!"

"Fry more, I don't feel like cooking these days, meatballs are easy to eat."

……

Black Star Cafe.

The Steel alien who was minding the shop waited for the other employees to return at dinner time, and also got to eat the meatballs that the adults had fried.

"Your skill?" The Steel alien's eyes widened, his expression filled with surprise.

"I absolutely love this food!"

"Made from super beast meat, the taste is alright, isn't it?" Su Yang felt a little more comfortable with this thief alien and pushed the plate of meatballs in front of him: "We've already eaten, these are all yours."

"My lord...T^T" Feeling the lord's concern for him, the Steel alien finally felt a sense of belonging to the shop.

“We’ve already eaten it, and the cold version tastes much worse than the hot one,” Baruru added.

The Steel aliens were already used to this kind of differential treatment and were desensitized: "Sir, during the time you were away, the Tucker team came by."

Xiao Yao: "You're here to buy coffee? That's normal."

"No, two people came, in a hurry, seemingly wanting help from the adults," the Steel alien recalled the situation and reported truthfully.

"That's how humans are. When they encounter problems they can't solve, they want to ask adults for help." Baruru seemed to know humans very well.

“Team Tucker is quite sensible,” Su Yang stopped Baruru.

"Didn't they say anything specific?"

"It seems one of the team members is sick... I can go ask again, I'm very fast." The Steel alien was very attentive. He had figured out the survival rules of this shop. In short, just blindly flatter Lord Zetton.

"No need. If it's really something important, they'll come again." Su Yang waved his hand, not nervous at all.

"Alright, let me see how the sales have been lately... You haven't been slacking off just because one person is running the store, have you?"

As he spoke, Su Yang walked to the counter and took out the ledger.

After glancing at them briefly, he looked up again at the Steel alien, his eyes shining with a different kind of light: "Have there been more guests these past two days?"

"Your sales have more than tripled compared to before. How did you manage that?"

"Really?" Baruru couldn't believe it and leaned closer.

If this is true, wouldn't it prove that I'm the most useless person around the adults?

After glancing at it a few times, Baruru returned to his seat, dejected: "Sir, just let him manage the counter. I can clean up."

Unfortunately, during the period when Steele was the newcomer running the store alone, the turnover increased significantly.

"After all, I used to be in business, so I know a bit about promotional methods." Upon entering the store, being praised and recognized for the first time, the Steel alien was a little shy.

Baruru: "What kind of business are you in? Weren't you just a thief before? (°ー°〃)"

Su Yang waved his hand and said, "Alright, since Baruru has already voluntarily stepped down, you will be in charge of managing the counter and strategizing for the store's operation from now on."

Baluru, who was sitting next to him, raised his hand, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

She really wanted to say that she was just being polite, and that the adults made the decision too quickly.

But before he could finish speaking, he hesitated and said, "Then I'll clean up."

"Yes, that's the job I should be doing... Why hasn't Zhanjier returned yet, sir? Isn't his vacation a bit too long?"

Su Yang: "You think you can relax when he comes back to sweep the floor, right? You're dreaming."