Zhao Ruge was actually a very low-key person. He never told others that he was the son of the Minister of the Left because he did not want to grow up under his father's protection.
Strictly speaking, Zhao Ruge was not a good-for-nothing like Sun Qixiang, because he was a person with ideals. He hoped that one day, when people mentioned him, the first thing they would think of would be himself and not his identity as the son of the Minister of the Left.
Therefore, Zhao Ruge started practicing martial arts at the age of five, read poetry and books at the age of nine, and read all the classics at the age of fifteen. If he wanted to become a strategist, he needed to have the corresponding knowledge and experience.
Even though Zhao Ruge did not do anything amazing in the past few years, his efforts were not in vain. At least in the capital, many people were still somewhat afraid of Zhao Ruge's name.
Fatty Jin was one of them. As the owner of an entire crystal mine, he could not avoid having dealings with high-ranking officials of the imperial court. Therefore, he was more knowledgeable than others. He also knew quite a bit about how Zhao Ruge set up a trap to kill a fifth grade Battle-King from a sect.
Zhao Ruge was ruthless and meticulous. He would not stop until he achieved his goal and had the demeanor of an ambitious and ruthless person.
"Since young master Zhao wants to order first, then let young master Zhao go first." Fatty Jin raised his head and said as he ate. He did not want his brothers to have a conflict with Zhao Ruge, who was a treacherous brat. Otherwise, they would not even know when they would die from his schemes.
The few fatties could only resentfully step back.
Zhao Ruge was very satisfied with this group's reaction. He disdainfully glanced at them and arrogantly sneered.
Bu Fang indifferently looked at them. He did not say anything and could not be bothered to say anything.
Finally, Zhao Ruge's gaze once again fell on him and he arrogantly said, "Why aren't you going to cook me a portion? What are you standing there for? "
Bu Fang was expressionless as he coldly said, "The rules of this store: food is not allowed to be taken out, each person is only allowed to order one portion of each dish, no trouble is allowed, no queue cutting is allowed, and the business hours are six hours."
"Are you trying to emphasize that queue cutting is not allowed?" Zhao Ruge chuckled. He did not mind this at all. It was just a small store, yet it had so many rules. Rules were made by people, and they were meant to be broken.
Bu Fang frowned and said solemnly, "No, I want to emphasize that you are not allowed to cause trouble, and you are not allowed to cut the queue. Also … there is only one hour left of the original six hours of business time."
"If I tell you to cook, just do it. You're just a chef. Why do you have so much nonsense to say? This young master is giving you face by eating here. Don't be so shameless. " Zhao Ruge was too lazy to listen to Bu Fang's nonsense. With a cold expression, he angrily shouted and kicked the fatty beside him to make way for him.
Another idiot who offended the future God of Cooking.
Bu Fang was still expressionless. "Those who break the rules will be blacklisted and will never be served again. So, please line up in order."
After Bu Fang finished speaking, he entered the kitchen and completely ignored Zhao Ruge, who was angrily slamming the table behind him.
After a while, a plate of Egg-Fried Rice was completed. Bu Fang brought it out and directly placed it in front of a fatty. He completely ignored the ashen-faced Zhao Ruge.
Another plate of Egg-Fried Rice was completed. However, it was still not given to Zhao Ruge.
After cooking seven plates of Egg-Fried Rice in a row, a rich fragrance enveloped the entire store. It was as if the store had turned into a sea of fragrance. Zhao Ruge, who was immersed in it, felt as if every day felt like a year. His stomach was rumbling unceasingly from the fragrance.
"What the hell are you doing! Is my Egg-Fried Rice not done yet?! "Zhao Ruge had already endured for a long time and he finally could not take it anymore.
Bu Fang indifferently glanced at him and said, "There are still three plates of Dry-Mixed Noodles and three plates of Stir-Fried Vegetables. After that, it will be your Egg-Fried Rice."
Zhao Ruge took a deep breath as the raging flames of anger in his chest burned. His hair fluttered without any wind and a glowing light circulated on his skin.
"I really don't know who gave a chef like you the courage to offend me, Zhao Ruge?" Zhao Ruge's eyes seemed to be flickering and his entire body emitted a terrifying aura.
Zhao Ruge's cultivation had reached third grade Battle-Maniac and he was ranked among the top of the younger generation in the imperial city. Even though he was much weaker than monsters like Xiao Yanyu and Marquis Yang Chen, he was still very impressive when compared to silkpants like Sun Qixiang.
"You want to make a move in the store?"
Bu Fang was not intimidated by the other party at all. Even though Zhao Ruge's aura was very powerful, it did not affect him in the slightest.
"So what if I destroy your store?" Zhao Ruge sneered. He stretched out his palm and a stream of true energy circulated in his palm.
"Before you arrived, more than a hundred people came to destroy my store and ran back naked. Do you want to run naked as well?" Bu Fang expressionlessly asked.
Zhao Ruge was stunned for a moment, then he disdainfully smiled, "Don't compare me, Zhao Ruge, with that group of trash. If you beg for mercy now and cook me a serving of Egg-Fried Rice, I will forgive you. Otherwise … you can forget about keeping this store open."
"And three servings of Dry-Mixed Noodles and three servings of Stir-Fried Vegetables."
"You're courting death!"
Zhao Ruge was truly enraged. He took a step forward and true energy surged out from his palm as he charged toward Bu Fang to capture him. He was confident that an ordinary person would not be able to dodge his attack.
Bu Fang calmly stood on the spot as he watched Zhao Ruge approach him. Before he even arrived, the wind from his palm whistled through the air and caused his long black hair to flutter.
Fatty Jin's eyes narrowed and the aura on his body suddenly changed. He tapped the ground with the tip of his foot and actually floated into the air as light as a swallow. He wanted to stop Zhao Ruge.
"Xiao Bai," Bu Fang lightly called out.
Fatty Jin's eyes abruptly widened as he saw a white metal puppet blocking in front of Bu Fang.
Zhao Ruge's palm ruthlessly slammed onto the metal puppet's body, yet it did not budge at all.
Zhao Ruge was dumbfounded. Fatty Jin was also dumbfounded.
"Troublemakers will be stripped as an example to others!"
Whitey's metallic eyes flickered for a moment. Then, Zhao Ruge and Fatty Jin's vision blurred and they felt as if they were riding on the clouds.
"Bang!"
Zhao Ruge was the first to be flung out of the store. He fell face first onto the ground and felt a chill on his body. He realized that all of his clothes had disappeared and only a pair of underwear was left.
Zhao Ruge angrily raised his head and looked at the store. However, fear quickly surfaced on his face. That was because he saw a lump of … white and fleshy meat flying out of the store and wriggling toward him.
"Boom!" The entire ground slightly shook.
Fatty Jin felt like he had really been screwed. He really did not want to cause trouble, he only wanted to lend a hand.
After heavily landing on the ground, Fatty Jin felt as if something was pressing down on his body. He twisted his body and immediately heard a series of frantic sounds coming from below. He hurriedly got up.
Zhao Ruge's nose was bleeding and his exquisite and handsome face was slightly distorted.
Bu Fang crossed his arms and walked to the entrance of the store. Behind him was Xiao Bai, who was emitting a metallic luster.
"Today's opening hours are over, come back tomorrow. Please pay the crystals and gold coins first. The total is thirty-one crystals and eight hundred gold coins."
Bu Fang said indifferently as he glanced at one of the fatties.
That fatty's entire body trembled as he hurriedly paid the bill. Then, the group of people walked out of the store.
Zhao Ruge's face was filled with shame and anger. He stood up and hurriedly left after leaving behind some harsh words.
However, looking at his white back, the deterrent effect of those harsh words was basically zero.
"Haha! Your store has character. Us brothers will come back tomorrow! " Fatty Jin reminisced about the delicious Egg-Fried Rice and laughed out loud. Then, he swaggered away with his group of chubby brothers, their fat jiggling.
The big black dog lying at the entrance snorted, rolled its eyes and went back to sleep.
Bu Fang glanced at the back of the group of chubby men and expressionlessly closed the store's door. Today's opening hours were over.
After returning to his room, Bu Fang calculated the progress of his mission. Within seven days, he had made a profit of one hundred crystals, which was a profit of one thousand gold coins. The gold coin mission was already completed. He still needed around fifty crystals, which was equivalent to five servings of improved Egg-Fried Rice.
"However, it should be soon, if that group of fatties comes back tomorrow," Bu Fang muttered.
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"Eh? Isn't that the son of the Minister of the Left, Zhao Ruge? Is he also learning to run naked? His butt is so white! "the vegetable seller mumbled.
"As expected of the son of the Minister of the Left, his white butt is even more beautiful than a lady's!" the sesame seed seller shouted.
"Is streaking popular within the imperial city recently? Why don't we go streaking some other day as well? "the blacksmith rudely said.
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"Fang Fang's Little Store! If I don't destroy you, my name isn't Zhao Ruge! "Zhao Ruge, who was holding a vegetable basket to cover his body, angrily roared with tears in his eyes.
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