Zhao Ruge was wearing a slender white robe. His face was fair and clean and his jet-black hair was held in place by a dark green hairpin. He was quite handsome and wore a pair of dragon skin boots with a belt inlaid with beautiful jade. He looked noble and elegant.
"Zhao Ruge?!"
Sun Qixiang awkwardly stood up and covered the important parts of his body with his hands. He gloomily looked at the handsome man in front of him.
"I didn't expect young master Sun to have this kind of hobby. Ruge has really broadened my horizons today." Zhao Ruge chuckled. His eyes wandered around Sun Qixiang's body like silk threads as he spoke with a strange expression on his face.
Sun Qixiang's entire face was almost completely red. He turned his head to look at one of the servants behind Zhao Ruge. This servant was the one who had been following him previously.
After stripping off the servant's clothes, Sun Qixiang's complexion became a little better. He ignored Zhao Ruge and instead turned to face Bu Fang's store and fiercely scolded: "If I don't smash up your store tomorrow, my surname is not Sun! Just you wait! "
After scolding, Sun Qixiang's slender eyes glanced at Zhao Ruge and said: "Great Scholar Zhao, the goddess of your dreams is in that little restaurant. Let me kindly remind you that there is something strange about this little restaurant. The great beauty Xiao Yanyan seems to be sinking into it."
After Sun Qixiang finished speaking, he swaggered away with a gloomy face without looking at Zhao Ruge's reaction.
"Sinking into it?" The corners of Zhao Ruge's mouth slightly curled up and a meaningful smile appeared on his handsome face. He looked toward the simple and narrow little restaurant in the alleyway.
For a little restaurant in such a remote place to have customers, especially the children of the noble General Xiao of the imperial city, Zhao Ruge would not believe that there was nothing strange about it.
Zhao Ruge's curiosity was piqued and he walked toward the restaurant. He wanted to see just what kind of magical place was inside.
However, before he reached the entrance, he saw the Xiao siblings walking out of the restaurant with a strange expression on their faces.
At this moment, Xiao Yanyu's heart was in turmoil. It was not because Bu Fang had thrown Sun Qixiang out of the store, but because of the Egg-Fried Rice. After eating the improved Egg-Fried Rice, Xiao Yanyu realized that the true energy within her body was boiling and had increased by a lot. Even though it had not reached the level of a breakthrough, the increase was already very significant.
A bowl of improved Egg-Fried Rice could actually increase one's cultivation. Its effect was comparable to that of a Grade 4 medicinal pill. Moreover, compared to medicinal pills, the taste of this Egg-Fried Rice was simply too intoxicating.
No wonder one had to be at least a third grade Battle-Maniac to be able to order this improved version of Egg-Fried Rice. Just the increase in true energy alone was more than what a second grade Battle-Master could have. Once a second grade Battle-Master ate it, not only would they not be able to break through, they would also explode from the sudden increase in true energy.
"Yanyu, what's wrong?" When Zhao Ruge saw Xiao Yanyu, a hint of gentleness flashed across his eyes. He took a step forward and softly asked.
Xiao Yanyu was completely immersed in the joy of the increase in her cultivation and completely ignored Zhao Ruge. Xiao Xiaolong, on the other hand, was vigilantly staring at Zhao Ruge. He did not expect Zhao Ruge to actually appear here … Could it be that Sun Qixiang had informed him?
Looking at the two people who had ignored him and directly walked away, Zhao Ruge became even more curious. Just what was so mysterious about this store that could make Yanyu have such an expression?
"Welcome to my store again." After sending off the confused Xiao siblings, Bu Fang yawned and prepared to end the business for the day.
The metal lump robot, Xiao Bai, returned to the kitchen and stood its ground.
Before the door could be closed, a slender and handsome figure appeared in front of Bu Fang.
"Owner, don't close the door yet. I still want to taste your cooking."
Zhao Ruge smiled as he looked at Bu Fang. He was elegantly and handsomely standing at the entrance of the store. A gust of wind blew past, causing Zhao Ruge's white robe to billow up.
Bu Fang expressionlessly looked at Zhao Ruge. Zhao Ruge smiled at him.
"Oh, today's business hours are over. Please come back tomorrow."
Bu Fang calmly said. After he finished speaking, he ignored Zhao Ruge and continued to close the door.
Zhao Ruge's expression immediately froze. Was the owner rejecting a customer? How could this store dare to reject a customer?
"Isn't the business hours set by people … It can be changed, I can pay more," Zhao Ruge thought for a moment and said again.
"No." Bu Fang was expressionless.
Zhao Ruge frowned, "I'll pay twice the price. Is that okay?"
Bu Fang thought for a moment and still refused, "No."
Zhao Ruge was cursing in his heart. This store actually dared to say that he was fat? He did not believe that the other party would not take advantage of him!
"Three times the price!"
"No."
"Four times the price?!"
"No … No."
Zhao Ruge resisted the urge to kick Bu Fang's expressionless face and coldly said, "Five times!"
Five times?! Bu Fang's heart was bleeding. If it was five times the price, a bowl of improved Egg-Fried Rice would cost fifty crystals and a bowl of normal Egg-Fried Rice would cost five crystals … He felt as if countless small coins were dancing in front of his eyes.
"As a God of Cooking who wants to stand at the top of the food chain in this fantasy world, you must have your own rules and integrity. You must adhere to your principles and not be tempted by money! You must not bend over for money! "
Just as Bu Fang was about to agree to Zhao Ruge's request, the system appropriately splashed a bowl of chicken soup over his head and completely woke Bu Fang up.
Zhao Ruge was very pleased. He saw the hesitation on Bu Fang's face, which meant that he was about to agree.
The owner of a small restaurant wants to talk about principles with me? There is no principle that cannot be broken with a pile of money. If it is not possible, then I will use two piles!
Bu Fang took a deep breath and his expression became even more gloomy and ugly. He glanced at the complacent Zhao Ruge with a sour expression, then...
"Bang!"
The door was tightly shut and the loud sound startled Zhao Ruge.
"What's going on? Owner, can you open the door? Do you still want to do business? "What happened to the promise of being tempted and compromising? Why are you turning your back on me!
No matter how well-mannered Zhao Ruge was, he was still a little flustered and exasperated. Even the number one restaurant in the imperial city, the Immortal Phoenix Restaurant, did not have as many rules as this store. This small restaurant that opened in a remote corner actually dared to talk about principles with him!
"Today's opening hours are over. If you want to eat, come earlier tomorrow."
The sound of Bu Fang's lazy yawn came from behind the tightly shut door. Then, silence followed.
After that, no matter how many times Zhao Ruge knocked on the door, there was no response.
The big black dog lying at the door lazily glanced at Zhao Ruge before burying its head back to sleep. This big black dog seemed to only know how to eat … and sleep. It had forcefully turned the life of a dog into the life of a pig.
Zhao Ruge finally confirmed that he was rejected. The handsome and confident him was actually rejected by a small restaurant in the middle of nowhere.
It was as if an invisible arrow had pierced through his heart.
Zhao Ruge's fair palm was even surrounded by a hazy ring of true energy. With his cultivation level of third grade Battle-Maniac, he wanted to directly smash the store into smithereens.
However, after thinking about it, he finally gave up.
"Very well! Tomorrow, I'll come over and see what kind of store actually dares to reject me, Zhao Ruge! "
Zhao Ruge was the son of the Minister of the Left and had a noble status. In the imperial city, everyone had to give him some face. Yet, he was actually humiliated in a small restaurant. This was simply a slap to his face!
The furious Zhao Ruge dispersed the true energy in his hand and turned around to leave.
The big black dog lay motionlessly on the ground. As it watched Zhao Ruge's departing figure, it rolled its eyes...
Bu Fang returned to his room. He did not take Zhao Ruge's matter to heart at all.
He let out another long yawn. He was so sleepy today.
Lying on the bed, Bu Fang called out the system interface.
Host: Bu Fang.
Gender: Male.
Age: Twenty.
True Energy Cultivation: Grade One (As the God of Cooking in the fantasy world, the food in the future will definitely require true energy. Young man, work hard.)
Cooking Talent: Unknown.
Skills: None.
Tools: None.
God of Cooking overall rating: Beginner (A beginner who finally learned how to cook Egg-Fried Rice with true energy.)
System Rank: One Star
A look of surprise immediately appeared on Bu Fang's face.
"My true energy cultivation has actually reached grade one? Eh … Does the system have levels? "
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