Ji Chengxue's expectant gaze suddenly froze and his face stiffened.
"He … He actually rejected me!"
Ji Chengxue was in disbelief. He was a prince, the third prince of the empire with a high status. Many people would love to have a relationship with him, yet his personal invitation was mercilessly rejected.
Especially the reason for the rejection …
"You are not qualified."
Ji Chengxue recalled Bu Fang's expressionless face when he said those words and felt as if an invisible arrow had pierced his heart.
However, Ji Chengxue was quite shrewd. Even though he was rejected, he did not get angry and only smiled.
"That's right, I, the third prince … am indeed not qualified." Ji Chengxue sighed with a hint of loneliness, as if something had touched his heart.
Emperor Changfeng of the Light Wind Empire had three sons. The eldest prince, Ji Chengan, was conferred the title of crown prince ten years ago. The second prince, Ji Chengyu, was also conferred the title of prince by Emperor Changfeng. Only his third son, Ji Chengxue, was not favored by Emperor Changfeng and was only a general in the army.
Even though the status of a general was already very high, it was still shabby when compared to the eldest and second princes.
"Third prince …" Xiao Xiaolong worriedly opened his mouth when he saw Ji Chengxue's desolate expression. However, he was interrupted by Ji Chengxue before he could finish.
"Owner Bu, if you don't want to be my chef, have you ever thought of entering the imperial kitchen to be the emperor's personal chef?"
"If I am not qualified, then the emperor should be qualified." Ji Chengxue chuckled.
Bu Fang glanced at him indifferently and furrowed his brows. Was this guy stupid or what? Did he not make himself clear enough?
"I don't want to be anyone's chef, not even the emperor. If you want to eat, come straight here. Line up if you need to, and pay if you need to."
Bu Fang wanted to become the God of Cooking who stood at the top of the food chain in the fantasy world. How could he be limited to being someone's chef?
Ji Chengxue was silent. He could understand why Bu Fang refused to be his chef, but it was inconceivable for Bu Fang to refuse to be the emperor's chef.
Wasn't it the dream of every chef in the world to enter the imperial kitchen and become an emperor's personal chef?
What was Bu Fang's dream?
"Ten crystals for the improved Egg Fried Rice. Pay up, thank you." Bu Fang said expressionlessly. He didn't want to waste his breath on this prince.
"Here's two hundred gold coins." He conveniently said to Xiao Xiaolong.
Ji Chengxue took a deep look at Bu Fang and handed him ten crystals. Xiao Xiaolong also paid two hundred gold coins. Then, the two of them left the store.
A store that was only ten square meters in size and did not even have a signboard, a big black dog lying at the entrance, a skinny and tall chef with principles, a mysterious puppet, perfect culinary skills, and those unknown high-grade ingredients … Fang Fang's Little Store was full of mysteries.
Ji Chengxue walked out of the store and looked back at the store. The corner of his mouth curled up. Interesting.
After cleaning up the bowls and chopsticks, the store became deserted again. Bu Fang sat down beside the lazy Blacky and continued to bask in the sun.
However, the store's reputation had spread due to the farce caused by Sun Qixiang. The news of the store's sky-high prices had also spread throughout the imperial city due to the fuss made by the neighbors.
"There's a weird restaurant in that alley. I'm not sure if you've heard of it!"
"Are you talking about that black-hearted restaurant that sells a bowl of Egg Fried Rice for ten crystals?"
"That owner must be a fool. How could anyone eat at that price? If his Egg Fried Rice could be sold, I would eat all the pancakes in my pancake shop! "
...
There were always rich people in this world. Their pursuits were different from ordinary people and their way of looking at problems was also different.
Bu Fang's comfort did not last long. Several figures walked into the store.
Bu Fang lazily curled up on a chair and glanced at the group of fatties that had stepped into the store.
These fatties were all wearing gorgeous silk clothes. Their thick fingers were adorned with golden rings. Beautiful jade hung around their necks and their belts were inlaid with emeralds.
"What a group of unconventional nouveau riches." Bu Fang sighed in his heart.
"Owner! I heard that the dishes in your store are very expensive! Even more expensive than the Immortal Phoenix Restaurant. We believe that the more expensive the dishes, the better the quality. If your dishes can satisfy our stomachs, the price is not a problem, "the leader of the group was a fattie dressed in gorgeous clothes.
They squeezed into the store and actually took up almost all of the space in the store.
Bu Fang expressionlessly stood up and said, "What do you want to eat?"
The fatties glanced at the menu and narrowed their eyes. The Egg Fried Rice that cost ten crystals still caused this group of rich and overbearing fatties to suck in a breath of cold air.
"Sure, your store is really awesome! Just give me the improved Egg Fried Rice! "the fatties said.
"Gentle reminder: The cultivation level of the improved Egg Fried Rice must be at least third grade Battle-Maniac. It is best not to order it if your cultivation level is not high enough," Bu Fang lightly said.
"Aiyo, our big brother Jin is an expert with Qinggong Yi Mei. How could his cultivation level be lower than third grade Battle-Maniac! You just have to cook! "The other fatties immediately started to clamor.
Bu Fang's expression remained unchanged and he was as calm as still water. He nonchalantly glanced at the fatties and thought, "This figure has nothing to do with Yi Mei."
In the end, the group of fatties ordered three servings of improved Egg Fried Rice, four servings of normal Egg Fried Rice, seven servings of Dry-Mixed Noodles, and seven servings of Stir-Fried Vegetables...
Even someone as calm as Bu Fang twitched the corner of his mouth. "As expected of big brothers with such a physique, they can really eat!"
It was a blessing to be able to eat. Bu Fang liked people who could eat a lot.
He stepped into the kitchen and devoted himself to cooking. Soon, a rich fragrance wafted out from the kitchen and wafted through the entire store.
"It smells so good! I've never smelled such a fragrant Egg Fried Rice! "The group of fatties narrowed their eyes in an intoxicated manner and fiercely sniffed.
They were looking forward to this dish more and more.
Just as the group of fatties was waiting to eat, a slender, gentle, and elegant figure slowly walked over from the entrance of the store.
Zhao Ruge's expression suddenly twitched as he looked at the pile of fat people in the store.
"Why are there so many people?" Zhao Ruge was a little surprised.
"Fatty Jin? It's actually him. " Zhao Ruge quickly recognized the identity of one of the fatties.
Fatty Jin, full name Jin Fugui, was a famous nouveau riche in the imperial city. His family monopolized a crystal mine, so he was extremely rich.
The other fatties were also famous moneybags in the imperial city.
"This group of fellows actually came to this store to eat? Don't they think it's beneath their status? "
"Make way, let me in." Zhao Ruge lightly waved his paper fan, causing one of the fatties to tremble and make way.
Zhao Ruge followed this small gap and squeezed into the store. He just happened to bump into Bu Fang who was walking out of the kitchen with a bowl of Egg-Fried Rice in his hands.
A rich aroma wrapped around Zhao Ruge like silk and completely enveloped him, causing him to feel as if he was immersed in a fragrance bomb.
"Owner, quickly serve the dishes! We can't wait any longer! "The fat on Fatty Jin's face trembled as he impatiently shouted.
"Your improved Egg-Fried Rice, please enjoy your meal," Bu Fang simply said as he placed the Egg-Fried Rice on the table. Then, he turned around and was about to return to the kitchen.
Zhao Ruge woke up from his intoxication and was surprised by Bu Fang's culinary skills. No wonder Yanyu was captivated by his culinary skills.
"Wait, cook me a bowl of improved Egg-Fried Rice first," Zhao Ruge arrogantly said to Bu Fang.
"Hey! Damn skinny! Don't you understand the concept of first come, first served? "When a fattie saw Zhao Ruge actually cutting the line, he immediately became unhappy and gruffly shouted.
Zhao Ruge disdainfully glanced at the fattie and sneered, "Do I need to queue behind you for a meal? Who do you think you are? "
"Oh f * ck me! I have a bad temper! "That fattie was instantly enraged. "I am the big boss of the imperial city's Splendid Workshop, who do you think you are?!"
"I am Zhao Ruge," Zhao Ruge simply said with confidence and arrogance.
Zhao Ruge, the son of the Minister of the Left, was extremely noble. Once this name came out, the words that the fattie was about to curse out were immediately stuck in his throat as he widened his eyes.
Then, he resentfully glanced at Zhao Ruge with a face full of unwillingness.
"Fine … Since your father is awesome, I won't argue with you anymore.
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