"Your Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs is ready, please enjoy."
Bu Fang's indifferent voice rang out, pulling the elder back from his thoughts. The latter glanced at Bu Fang, his eyes filled with contemplation.
The elder stood up and glanced at the sprout with a hint of reluctance. His eyes were filled with struggle.
A spirit tree like the Five Stripes Path-Understanding Tree was too attractive to a seventh grade Battle-Saint. Not a single Battle-Saint could resist the temptation of this spirit tree. After all, once this spirit tree bore fruit, it would bear the Five Stripes Path-Understanding Fruit. That Path-Understanding Fruit could help a seventh grade Battle-Saint comprehend the opportunity to step into the eighth grade realm.
Even many eighth grade War-Gods found it hard to resist the temptation of this Path-Understanding Fruit Tree.
"Are you the Owner Bu of this store?" The elder looked at Bu Fang and asked.
Bu Fang expressionlessly glanced at him and nodded.
"Do you know what kind of tree this is?" The elder pointed at the sprout in the earthen-yellow flower pot, his expression extremely solemn.
The other party's solemn expression caused Bu Fang's heart to tremble.
"I don't know." Bu Fang shook his head. He really did not know what this sprout would grow. Since this elder knew, he might as well ask.
"You don't know? Then why did you participate in the Hundred Family Banquet and compete for this seed? " The corners of the elder's mouth twitched as he asked angrily. If not for Bu Fang's interference, his two disciples would have brought the seed back long ago.
"Could it be that this seed will grow something incredible?" Bu Fang asked tentatively. Judging from the elder's expression, he definitely knew about this seed.
The elder sighed and looked at Bu Fang with pity. "Do you really think this seed is something good? Yes, to many people, it's a good thing, but to some people … this seed is a terrifying talisman that hastens their deaths. "
Death warrant?! How could it be so terrifying?! Bu Fang's heart skipped a beat.
Could it be that this seed will grow some terrifying poison? It can't be, these lines look quite righteous.
"Do you know that an ordinary man's wealth is his crime? If you have something you can't protect, no matter how precious it is, it can be called a death warrant, "the old man said to Bu Fang seriously.
Bu Fang blinked, his face expressionless.
After such a long time, it turned out that what the old man meant was that the seed would be extremely precious. With Bu Fang's strength, it would be difficult for him to protect it. At that time, it would be a disaster for Bu Fang …
However, this answer made Bu Fang heave a sigh of relief.
If the germination of this seed turned out to be poisonous, then Bu Fang would have no choice but to abandon it. However … if it was said that Bu Fang did not have the ability to protect it, then Bu Fang would definitely scoff at it.
The store's ability to protect itself was obvious to all. If even the store could not be protected … then an old man of seventh grade Battle-Saint like you would be even less able to protect it.
The old man did not say much. He just sat in front of the table and turned his attention to the delicacies. Looking at the plate of Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs, his appetite was immediately stimulated.
The Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs cooked by Bu Fang was orange-red and clear, overflowing with a rich aroma. The rich meat aroma enveloped the air, making people salivate uncontrollably, itching to dig in.
Using bamboo chopsticks to pick up a piece of Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs, he gently bit down. The orange-red juice instantly spread in his mouth, and the tender meat and aroma burst forth in an instant, completely intoxicating the old man.
Delicious … a rare delicacy!
The Ghost Chef was completely shocked this time. Even he did not expect that the young man in front of him could actually reach such a level of culinary skills.
However, this was not what shocked him the most. After a piece of Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs entered his stomach, his eyes became even rounder than the first time … because this Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs was filled with terrifying spirit energy.
How could a dish contain such rich spirit energy? Could it be that Owner Bu had a unique method of retaining the spirit energy of ingredients?
After eating a few pieces of Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs in succession, the deliciousness naturally went without saying. The terrifying amount of spirit energy hidden within each piece of ribs was even greater than the elixirs they ate.
A bowl of Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs for fifty crystals, the old man suddenly felt that it was worth it.
Bu Fang put away the fifty crystals handed over by the old man and his gaze fell on the old man. He liked this kind of customer who did not beat around the bush.
"Owner Bu, let's discuss something. How about you give this sprout to me? You should know that with your cultivation level, there is absolutely no way you can protect it, "the old man said.
Bu Fang was momentarily speechless. Was it not safe here … This old man was really amusing.
"No." Bu Fang coldly refused.
The old man was instantly enraged. This kid was merely a fifth grade Battle-King, where did he get the confidence to refuse him?
"This old man isn't lying to you. Once this seed of yours matures, it will definitely attract many seventh grade Battle-Saints!" the old man explained to Bu Fang in a serious manner.
"Is a seventh grade Battle-Saint that awesome? If they dare to cause trouble, then don't blame me for throwing them out one by one, "Bu Fang calmly said.
...
Juan'Er had changed into a light purple floral dress today, which accentuated her slender figure. She held a lunchbox in her arms, which contained the egg tarts that Juan'Er wanted Bu Fang to give her pointers.
"Egg tarts?" The eyes of the Ghost Chef, who was still tangling with Bu Fang, suddenly lit up. He looked at the lunchbox in Juan'Er's hands with interest and a sense of anticipation.
Juan'Er's appearance had also interrupted the conflict between him and Bu Fang, successfully diverting their attention away from each other.
There were not many people in the store today. Fatty Jin and the others had already finished eating and left, leaving a large pile of empty seats.
Juan'Er planned to carefully take out the egg tarts from her lunchbox. The moment she opened the lunchbox, a rich milky aroma wafted out. Even though it couldn't compare to the egg tarts made by Bu Fang, the aroma alone was already pretty good.
"Bu … Owner Bu, this is the egg tarts I personally made, please have a taste." After Juan'Er put away the egg tarts, she took a step back and looked at Bu Fang respectfully.
Bu Fang nodded and his gaze fell on the egg tarts in front of him. The color of the egg tarts was not bad, much better than the one he had tasted for the first time.
Picking up an egg tart, Bu Fang lightly took a bite. The milky aroma immediately burst forth, making him feel like he was immersed in a grassland where cows and sheep could be seen in the wind.
Juan'Er blinked and stared seriously at Bu Fang, hoping to hear words of praise from Bu Fang's mouth. If that was the case, Owner Bu would truly teach her how to make egg tarts.
Bu Fang chewed and nodded as he chewed. Finally, he raised his eyes to look at Juan'Er.
"How does it taste?" Juan'Er asked excitedly.
Bu Fang did not immediately answer. Instead, he glanced at Juan'Er, who had an excited expression on her face, and simply replied, "It did not reach the desired effect. Go back and practice a little more. Let me have a taste next time."
From heaven to earth, he only needed an instant to possess the emotions of heaven and earth.
After being mercilessly rejected by Bu Fang, the joy on Juan'Er's face froze. In an instant, she became somewhat dejected.
"I'm … I'm sorry. I'll definitely work hard. I'll go back and think about it carefully. Next time, I'll definitely make an egg tart that will satisfy Owner Bu."
Bu Fang admired Juan'Er's temperament because this woman had a dedication to delicacies. Even though the egg tarts she made were not up to Bu Fang's standards, she still persisted in her research.
Juan'Er came quickly and left just as quickly. Stubbornly hugging her lunch box, she left the store and went back to continue her research on the egg tarts.
The other customers in the store also scattered and left, leaving only the strange old man behind.
"Egg tarts? The one made by that girl just now should be pretty good, why didn't it pass? "the Ghost Chef asked curiously.
Bu Fang frowned, glanced at the old man, and simply said, "There's no need for a reason. If I feel that it did not meet my expectations, then it did not meet them."
The old man was stunned for a moment and did not say anything.
Bu Fang glanced at the dazed old man, then turned around and walked toward the kitchen.
"You really don't plan on handing over the sprout of the spirit tree to me?" the old man asked as he looked at Bu Fang's back.
Bu Fang ignored him and directly dashed into the kitchen to practice cooking.
He was already too lazy to respond to the old man's words.
The old man let out a long sigh and looked at the sprouting sprout regretfully. He said, "You brat, you'll definitely regret this in the future … Let's see what you'll do when you're surrounded by a group of terrifying Battle-Saints!"
The old man held his hands behind his back and shook his head as he left the store. His figure gradually disappeared into the alleyway.
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