Was this blood coming from that woman's body?
Why was there blood? What did that woman do? Nangong Wan's heart was filled with doubts. She looked at Nethery's hair with a solemn expression.
She had a feeling that this beautiful woman wasn't simple, and it wasn't just because she was afraid of her.
Just the aura emanating from her body was enough to make Nangong Wan's heart palpitate.
After Nethery combed her hair, she raised her head lazily and looked at Nangong Wan. She seemed a little surprised as to why this woman kept staring at her.
However, Nangong Wan didn't pay much attention to her. She turned around and went to the kitchen, looking at it expectantly.
She knew that it was time for breakfast.
The fragrance in the kitchen was very rich, and it didn't take long for it to drift out.
Nangong Wan was sitting on a chair. Her sitting posture was quite elegant. Her slender, white, and beautiful legs were crossed over her other leg, exuding a mature charm.
Sitting beside her was You, who couldn't wait to eat. From time to time, she would turn her head to look at the kitchen. She looked like a foodie.
What made Nangong Wan even more speechless was the fact that on the other side of her, there was a black dog that had appeared out of nowhere. It was also slapping its paws on the table and sticking out its tongue, waiting for its breakfast.
Nangong Wan, who was sitting between a woman and a dog, felt awkward.
What the hell?
Soon, a rich aroma wafted out from the kitchen, and a slender and thin figure walked out from the shadows of the kitchen.
He was holding a steaming hot dish in his hands.
This person was Bu Fang.
Bu Fang raised his brows when he saw this strange combination. He didn't pay much attention to it.
"Blacky, your Sweet 'n' Sour Dragon Ribs."
"You, your Dragon Blood Rice."
Bu Fang placed the dishes in front of You and Blacky. He glanced at Nangong Wan and went to the kitchen.
After a short while, he came out with two steamers of steamed buns.
"These are Soup Dumplings. They taste good and are suitable for breakfast."
After Bu Fang gave Nangong Wan a steamer, he also found a place to sit down and prepared to start eating.
Now, in the restaurant, Bu Fang would occasionally study some new dishes.
This Soup Dumpling was the latest dish that he had researched. Actually, it couldn't be considered research. After all, he had made it in his previous life.
Xiaolongbao was different from ordinary steamed buns. The skin of the steamed buns was smooth and light. After being steamed, it seemed to become transparent. There was no thick soup inside like the soup dumplings, but it was full of fragrance.
That was because of the filling of the steamed buns. The delicious steamed buns were so delicious that one wouldn't get tired of them even after eating more than ten steamers.
It was just right for breakfast.
Nangong Wan widened her eyes as she looked at the steamed buns in front of her. The steamed buns were giving off a delicious aroma that attracted her.
The others around him had already begun to gorge themselves on the food.
The dog was chewing on the porcelain plate, smacking its lips non-stop.
That ice-cold woman grabbed the rice with her hands and kept stuffing it into her mouth … Her table manners were simply terrifying.
"It's … It's really delicious!"
Nangong Wan used her chopsticks to pick up a soft Xiaolongbao and gently bit into it. The skin of the steamed bun was immediately bitten open, and a delicious aroma surged out and circulated in her mouth.
The taste of the filling of the steamed buns instantly surged out and caused her whole body to tremble.
As soon as the steamed bun entered her stomach, it was so delicious that she couldn't help but moan.
Bu Fang was already eating happily. In fact, he could have prepared a dipping sauce, but Bu Fang was too lazy to do so, so he didn't make it.
If a special dipping sauce was added to the Xiaolongbao, its taste would be extremely delicious.
This time, the Lord Gou learned his lesson. When You licked the last grain of Dragon Blood Rice into her mouth, he also finished the Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs.
He stuck out his tongue and licked his lips. He looked at You and let out a complacent laugh. Then, the Lord Gou ran back to the Path-Understanding Tree and went back to sleep.
Eating, sleeping, and eating. This was the daily routine of the Lord Gou.
You, who had finished her Dragon Blood Rice, looked at the Xiaolongbao in Bu Fang's cage.
…
After eating and drinking to his heart's content, Bu Fang didn't choose to open for business. Instead, he closed the bronze gate and left the store with Nangong Wan.
They were going to the southern part of the city to register for the Magical Hand Conference.
Every clan had a fixed number of participants, and those who signed up were usually some rogue cultivators or some unknown doctors or poison masters.
Alchemists always looked down on these kinds of people, as they believed that they walked the path of unorthodox cultivation.
This was indeed the case. Even the best doctors couldn't compare to a spirit pill.
However, there would always be many doctors and poison masters participating in the Magical Hand Conference. If they managed to get into the top fifty, they would be able to gain a great deal of popularity.
Being able to gain a great deal of popularity was not a bad thing for them.
The southern part of the city wasn't very flourishing. Heavenly Mist City was the same as most big cities. The center of the city was the most flourishing area, and the farther one went from the center, the more barren it became.
In the center of the city, one could see many tall bronze buildings. However, once one reached the southern part of the city, the number of tall buildings would decrease.
Most of the houses were low, and they were old.
Nangong Wan seemed to be quite familiar with the southern part of the city. She led Bu Fang through a few alleys, and as if she was walking through a maze, they arrived in front of a tall building in the southern part of the city.
"This is the registration point … Every year, the registration point for people with special gifts is here," Nangong Wan said.
Bu Fang looked at the building, narrowed his eyes, and nodded his head. This was because he saw many people in strange clothes walking in and out of the building.
The aura emitted by these people wasn't strong, but it was very strange.
Some of them were wrapped in gray robes, and they emitted a gloomy aura.
Some of them wore white robes, had a beard, and had a peaceful expression on their faces.
They were poison masters and doctors, people who didn't have any talent in alchemy, and they had opened up their own domains.
Nangong Wan led Bu Fang into the building. The interior of the building was unexpectedly bustling with noise and excitement. There were many poison masters and doctors.
Bu Fang was a little dazzled by what he saw.
After squeezing through the crowd for a long time, they finally arrived in front of a small house.
"Owner Bu, this is the registration point. The old man inside is an acquaintance of mine," Nangong Wan said with a smile. She glanced at Bu Fang before pushing open the door and entering the house.
Bu Fang followed her inside, and he saw a one-eyed old man reading a book in the room.
When the old man noticed that someone had entered, he raised his head.
"Miss Nangong … Why are you here?" The one-eyed old man stood up in surprise.
Nangong Wan was an alchemist of the Nangong Family. The one-eyed old man recognized her, but he didn't understand why she would come here. This was the registration point for people with special gifts.
"Uncle Fu, this is a friend of mine. He wants to participate in the Magical Hand Conference," Nangong Wan introduced.
The one-eyed old man was taken aback for a moment, then he understood why Nangong Wan would come here.
"Fine. Tell me your name, cultivation level, and occupation …"
The one-eyed old man returned to his seat and took out a thick registration book.
As he flipped through the book, he asked Bu Fang.
"Bu Fang, cultivation level, ninth grade Supreme-Being, occupation … Chef."
Bu Fang replied expressionlessly.
The one-eyed old man nodded his head and started to write down the information.
"Occupation … Poison master?"
Huh? The one-eyed old man raised his head and looked at Bu Fang in surprise. This young man was fair and clean, and he didn't look like a poison master who made himself look like a ghost.
Nangong Wan's mouth twitched, and she said, "Uncle Fu, my friend isn't a poison master. He's a chef!"
"Chef? Wait … Are you talking about the chef who cooks in the kitchen? "
The one-eyed old man was taken aback, and he looked at Nangong Wan with a strange expression.
A chef also came to register for the Magical Hand Conference … Was this a joke?
He, the one-eyed Uncle Fu, was in charge of the registration of people with special gifts. He had seen countless poison masters, doctors, and even massage masters. However, he had never seen a chef before.
Other people took part in the competition to use medicine, but you took part in the competition to use dishes?
Cooking on the stage?
Just thinking about it made him feel that it was somewhat comical.
"Young miss Nangong … Are you making fun of me? What's the point of a chef participating in this conference? I won't allow him to register. "
The one-eyed old man felt that Nangong Wan and Bu Fang were making fun of him.
When he heard that he wasn't allowed to register, Bu Fang furrowed his brows.
"Is there a rule that says chefs can't participate in the conference?" Bu Fang asked.
The one-eyed old man was taken aback. There really wasn't such a rule. When people with special gifts signed up, there wasn't any rule that stated that they couldn't participate in the conference.
But a chef … This was too absurd.
"Then register for me. The outcome is up to me. What does it have to do with you?" Bu Fang calmly said.
The one-eyed old man raised his brows. This lad was a little domineering.
The one-eyed old man coldly smiled and put down the pen in his hand. He looked at Bu Fang and said, "You are really confident. You can register, but after the registration, there will be an examination. You need to show that you are qualified to participate in the conference, or else … get lost."
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