"What did you say?!" Ouyang Xiaoyi was very unhappy. She pouted and shouted loudly while glaring at Zhao Ruge.
What kind of Bejewelled Nectar Wine could compare to the smelly boss's entire restaurant? Was there something wrong with Zhao Ruge's brain? Did he know what Owner Bu's restaurant was like? Even though this Bejewelled Nectar Wine was precious, a jar only cost five hundred gold coins. It could not even compare to Owner Bu's normal Egg-Fried Rice!
"Ouyang Xiaoyi, did I say something wrong? How much is that kind of small store worth in a desolate alleyway? "Zhao Ruge sneered and said, completely ignoring the fiery gaze of the little loli.
"Hmph! Your words have exposed the fact that you have never tasted the smelly boss's dishes! " Ouyang Xiaoyi harrumphed and turned her head in disdain. "You wouldn't say that if you've eaten before. You can ask any fellow who has eaten at Owner Bu's restaurant. Their answers would definitely not be as ignorant as yours." Ouyang Xiaoyi snorted.
"Ignorance is not scary. What's scary is that you are ignorant and still dare to come out and talk!"
Zhao Ruge's handsome face darkened. He was so angry that he almost vomited blood. Why didn't he realize that Ouyang Xiaoyi had such a sharp tongue! A loli with a sharp tongue would never be able to get married!
When Xiao Yanyu and the others saw Zhao Ruge being humiliated, they could not help but sneer. This made Zhao Ruge's face even darker. He felt as if the whole world was laughing at him.
Just as he thought, Xiao Yanyu and the others were laughing at his ignorance.
"Young masters, this is the Bejewelled Nectar Wine bestowed by His Majesty. Please have a taste." Several beautiful palace maids with soft voices and slim figures leisurely carried jars of wine to Zhao Ruge and the others' table and carefully poured wine for them.
"The imperial city only supplies two thousand jars of this Bejewelled Nectar Wine every year. This time, in order to celebrate General Xiao's victory, His Majesty has directly taken out five hundred jars for everyone. You should all have a good taste of this fine wine that you will never be able to taste in this desolate store!" Zhao Ruge raised the wine cup and sneered.
The three Ouyang brothers had long been immersed in the wine and could not pull themselves away.
"Hmph! Who told you that the smelly boss doesn't have wine? The boss is brewing it right now! Ouyang Xiaoyi said, unconvinced. "I can come out today!"
Zhao Ruge's eyes lit up. "Oh, then let's make a bet. Let's bet whether the wine in that corner store can compare to this bejewelled nectar. What do you think?"
"Bet? How dare you mention gambling with my little sister?! "Before Ouyang Xiaoyi could agree, the three barbarians of Ouyang were already unhappy.
Their Ouyang family had always attached great importance to the ideological education of their descendants, especially Ouyang Xiaoyi. Usually, they would urge Ouyang Xiaoyi to practice martial arts and embroidery, and try their best to develop into a beautiful girl who was morally, intellectually, physically, and physically beautiful.
This Zhao Ruge immediately started talking about gambling. Was he trying to lead his little sister astray?
"I'll bet with you." The three barbarians of Ouyang stopped the bet between Ouyang Xiaoyi and Zhao Ruge. However, the quiet Ouyang Yanyu opened her red lips and softly said.
Everyone was stunned. Goddess Xiao wants to make a bet with Zhao Ruge?
"Alright! If you guys lose, then Goddess Xiao will accompany me for a night of admiring the moon by the lake. How does that sound? "Zhao Ruge was ecstatic. It turned out that the usually reserved and calm Xiao Yanyu could also be impulsive.
Xiao Yanyu faintly smiled. Her beautiful face was like a blooming hibiscus, captivating everyone.
"Alright, but if you lose, the wager will be a fifth grade Spirit Gathering Pill." Xiao Yanyu's voice was as calm as still water. Her voice, which was like the chirping of an oriole in an empty valley, was like thunder exploding in Zhao Ruge's ears.
"This … a fifth grade Spirit Gathering Pill, will it …" Zhao Ruge was a little hesitant. To be honest, if the wager was a Spirit Gathering Pill, he really could not afford to lose.
"You're full of confidence when you bet with my sister, but you're as cowardly as a dog when you bet with Goddess Xiao? Are you looking down on my little sister? "Ouyang Zhen raised his hand, widened his eyes, and shouted.
"He's afraid of losing." Ouyang Xiaoyi crossed her arms and coldly smiled.
Lose? He, Zhao Ruge, would lose? Zhao Ruge, who was able to trick and kill a fifth grade Battle-King when he was only a third grade Battle-Maniac, would he be afraid of losing … Oh no, he would lose?
"Bet! I don't believe that such a small store can have any good wine. "Zhao Ruge coldly snorted.
...
While the grand celebration banquet was going on in the Main Hall, Bu Fang returned to his kitchen and happily sharpened his knife to prepare the pork.
He took out the ingredients prepared by the system from the cupboard.
The Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs was made from the ribs of a pig. First, the ribs were cut into pieces with a kitchen knife, then starch was smeared on the ribs and deep fried them in a wok of oil. Finally, a special sweet and sour sauce was poured over the ribs.
The ribs on the chopping board were not the same as the Flame Pork with Shumai. This time, the ribs were tender and full of spirit energy. The lines on the ribs were clear, as if they were carved with runes. It was obvious that this was no ordinary pork.
"This pork comes from the Heavenly Shaking Mountain's fifth grade spirit beast, the Rushing Cloud Boar. Its fur is alternating between black and white, and its white fur is like a floating cloud. Due to its extremely fast movement speed, it is named the Rushing Cloud Boar. The Rushing Cloud Boar's thigh meat is sturdy and the taste is terrible. However, the ribs of the Rushing Cloud Boar are incomparably tender and filled with spirit energy.
The meat of a fifth grade spirit beast … It was extremely precious. Bu Fang's eyes lit up. He pulled out his kitchen knife and chopped at the ribs. However, the ribs were not chopped into pieces. The recoil even caused Bu Fang's arm to feel a little numb.
"The meat of a fifth grade spirit beast is indeed extraordinary …" Bu Fang sighed and continued to persevere in chopping and slicing the meat...
After cutting the meat into strips, he placed them into the starch paste that he had just prepared. This starch had a great origin as well. It seemed to be made from the Spirit Potato from the wasteland in the central region of the Light Wind Empire.
After all of the meat was coated with starch, Bu Fang began to prepare a wok of oil. He used high-quality oil and poured half of the wok into it. Then, he waited for the temperature of the oil to rise.
When his palm touched the surface of the oil, he could feel wisps of heat. When the heat was just scalding his hand, Bu Fang placed the meat wrapped in starch into the wok of oil.
Sizzle sizzle sizzle!
The meat pieces were rapidly flipping in the wok of oil, and the starch quickly turned tender yellow...
Bu Fang used a long chopstick to continuously flip the meat pieces in the wok of oil. His technique was incomparably skillful. He ensured that every piece of meat was perfectly heated and the texture of the meat was uniform.
When the starch on the outside of the meat pieces turned slightly yellow, Bu Fang scooped out all of the meat pieces and placed them into a big bowl. The surface of the starch was still bubbling with oil.
Bu Fang was even more skilled in making the sweet and sour sauce. The system had already prepared all of the necessary ingredients. As for the amount of ingredients used, it was up to Bu Fang.
Soon, the tangerine sweet and sour sauce was finished. The meat pieces in the big bowl had also slightly cooled down. Even though they were still steaming, the oil on the surface of the starch had already calmed down. Bu Fang poured the sweet and sour sauce into the bowl, then gently mixed it for a while before putting it on a plate.
The entire process of pouring the sweet and sour sauce into the meat and lightly mixing it did not take more than thirty seconds. This was a great test of Bu Fang's technique. He had to be fast in order to make the sweet and sour sauce just cover the surface of the meat without affecting the texture.
After placing the Sweet and Sour Ribs on the oval blue and white porcelain plate, a plate of Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs that was both beautiful and fragrant was completed.
The sweet and sour aroma floated up and continuously drilled into Bu Fang's nostrils, causing him to swallow his saliva uncontrollably.
Retrieving a pair of bamboo chopsticks, Bu Fang carried the plate of Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs into the store. As he walked, the aroma assailed Bu Fang's nostrils, causing him to salivate impatiently.
The aroma of the Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs was very strong. Within the strong aroma, there was a hint of sweet and sour meat.
The big black dog that was lying at the entrance suddenly opened its eyes, which were as bright as a light bulb in the dark night. With a swoosh, it entered the store.
Thus, just as Bu Fang used his chopsticks to pick up a piece of Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs, before putting it into his mouth, he discovered a pair of bright dog eyes staring at him … the delicacy on the chopsticks.
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