Zhao Ruge was wearing a slender white robe, with a fair face, and his jet-black hair was fastened with a green hairpin. He was quite handsome. He was wearing a pair of jiao leather boots, and his belt was inlaid with beautiful jade. He was noble and elegant.
"Zhao Ruge?!"
Sun Qixiang stood up in embarrassment, covered the important parts of his body with his hands, and looked at the handsome man in front of him with a gloomy face.
"Unexpectedly, Young Master Sun still has such a habit. Ruge really opened his eyes today." Zhao Ruge smiled lightly, his eyes circling around Sun Qixiang's body like silk threads, and he spoke with a strange expression.
Sun Qixiang's entire face almost turned red, and he turned his head to look at a servant behind Zhao Ruge, who was exactly the one who followed him earlier.
Sun Qixiang looked better after stripping off the boy's clothes. He ignored Zhao Ruge, turned around to Bu Fang's shop, and yelled viciously, "I won't smash up your shop tomorrow. My surname is not Sun! Just wait for me!"
After cursing, Sun Qixiang glanced at Zhao Ruge with his slender eyes and said, "Great talent Zhao, the goddess of your dreams is in that small restaurant. I kindly remind you that this small restaurant is weird, but Miss Xiao has fallen into it." trend."
After Sun Qixiang finished speaking, he didn't look at Zhao Ruge's reaction, and walked away with a gloomy face.
"Sinking?" The corners of Zhao Ruge's mouth were slightly raised, and a deep smile appeared on his handsome face. He looked at the simple and small restaurant in the alley.
Zhao Ruge wouldn't believe it if someone would go to a small restaurant in such a remote place, and they were the sons and daughters of the noble General Xiao in the imperial capital.
Curiosity arose in Zhao Ruge's heart, and he walked towards the restaurant, wanting to see what was so magical inside.
However, before reaching the door, he saw the brothers and sisters of the Xiao family walking out of the restaurant, and the expressions on their faces seemed to be different.
Xiao Yanyu's heart is very restless at the moment, not because Bu Fang threw Sun Qixiang out of the shop, but because of the egg fried rice, after eating the enhanced version of the egg fried rice, Xiao Yanyu found that the true energy in his body was actually boiling, It has increased a lot, although it has not reached the level of breakthrough, but this kind of improvement is already very considerable.
A bowl of enhanced egg fried rice can actually improve cultivation, the effect is comparable to a fourth-grade elixir, and compared to the elixir, the taste of this egg fried rice is simply ecstatic.
No wonder it is said that you need at least a third-rank fighter madness to order this enhanced version of egg fried rice. The increased true energy alone exceeds the total number of second-rank fighters. Will be blown up by this sudden increase in true energy.
"Yanyu, what's the matter with you?" Zhao Ruge saw Xiao Yanyu, a softness flashed in his eyes, he stepped forward and asked softly.
Xiao Yanyu was immersed in the joy of growing cultivation, and ignored Zhao Ruge at all, while Xiao Xiaolong stared at Zhao Ruge vigilantly. He didn't expect Zhao Ruge to appear here... Could it be a letter from Sun Qixiang's grandson
Looking at the two who ignored him and went away, Zhao Ruge became even more curious. What is the mystery behind this small shop that can make Misty Rain look like that
"Welcome to come next time." Bu Fang yawned after seeing off the bewildered Xiao brothers and sisters, and was about to end today's business.
Iron lump robot Xiaobai returned to the kitchen and stood firm.
Lifting the door panel, before closing it, a slender and handsome figure appeared in front of Bu Fang.
"Boss, don't close the door yet, I still want to taste the boss' cooking skills."
Zhao Ruge looked at Bu Fang with a smile, but elegant, handsome and extraordinary standing at the door of the small shop, a gust of wind blew up the white gown on Zhao Ruge's body.
Bu Fang looked at Zhao Ruge expressionlessly, and Zhao Ruge looked at him with a smile.
"Oh, today's business hours are over, please come back tomorrow."
Bu Fang said flatly, and then ignored Zhao Ruge and continued to close the door.
The expression on Zhao Ruge's face froze suddenly. Is this boss rejecting customers? How dare this small shop refuse customers
"Isn't the business hours determined by people... It can be changed, I can pay more." Zhao Ruge thought for a while and said again.
"No." Bu Fang was expressionless.
Zhao Ruge frowned: "Is it okay if I pay twice the price?"
Bu Fang thought about it, but still refused, "No."
Zhao Ruge's heart beeped like a dog, this small shop, is he really out of breath if he is fat? He really didn't believe that the other party didn't make money if he was rich!
"Three times the price!"
"no."
"Four times the price?!"
"No... no."
"Five times!" Zhao Ruge resisted the urge to kick Bu Fang's expressionless face, and finally said coldly.
five times? ! Bu Fang's heart was bleeding. If it was five times the price, a bowl of enhanced egg fried rice would be 50 yuan crystals, and a bowl of ordinary egg fried rice would be 5 yuan crystals... He felt countless small coins flying before his eyes.
"As a God of Cooking who wants to stand at the top of the food chain in the fantasy world, you must have your own rules and ethics, stick to principles, and don't be fooled by money! Don't bow down for money!"
Just when Bu Fang was about to make a move in his heart and was about to agree to Zhao Ruge, the system appropriately poured a bowl of chicken soup to wake him up completely.
Zhao Ruge was very proud. He saw the hesitation on Bu Fang's face, which meant that the other party was about to agree.
The owner of a small restaurant still talked about principles with Ben Shao. There is no principle that cannot be broken by a lot of money. If not, then there are two big piles!
Bu Fang took a deep breath, his face became more gloomy and ugly, and he glanced at the complacent Zhao Ruge, then...
"boom!"
The door was closed tightly, and there was a loud noise, which startled Zhao Ruge.
"What's the situation? Boss, are you opening the door? Are you still doing business?" What about the agreed-upon intention, the agreed-upon compromise? How can you turn your face and deny people!
No matter how well-mannered Zhao Ruge is, he's still a little out of breath. Even Fengxianlou, the No. 1 restaurant in the imperial capital, doesn't have as many rules as this small restaurant, and this small restaurant in a corner still talks to him about principles!
"Today's business hours are over, if you want to eat, just come early tomorrow."
Bu Fang yawned lazily from behind the tightly closed door, and then fell into silence.
No matter how Zhao Ruge knocked on the door, there was no response from behind the door.
The big black dog lying at the door lazily glanced at Zhao Ruge with its dog's eyes, and continued to bury its head in sleep. This big black dog seemed to be eating... and sleeping, trying to turn a dog's life into a pig's life.
Zhao Ruge finally confirmed that he was rejected. The handsome and unrestrained him was rejected by a small restaurant that doesn't shit.
It was as if an invisible arrow had pierced his heart.
Zhao Ruge's white palms even had a hazy circle of zhenqi, and with his third-grade warrior cultivation, he wished he could just smash the shop down.
But after thinking about it, I finally gave up.
"Very good! I'll come over tomorrow to see what kind of small shop dares to reject me, Zhao Ruge!"
Zhao Ruge is the son of Prime Minister Zuo, with a noble status. Anyone who sees him in the imperial capital will give him some face. Now he is actually slapped in the face in a small restaurant. This is a real slap in the face!
The angry Zhao Ruge dissipated the anger in his hands, turned and left.
The big black dog lay motionless, looked at Zhao Ruge's leaving back, and rolled his eyes...
Bu Fang returned to his room, Zhao Ruge's matter was not on his mind at all.
Another long yawn, so sleepy today.
Lying on the bed, Bu Fang called up the system panel to watch.
Host: Bu Fang.
Sex: Male.
Age: twenty.
Genuine Qi cultivation: First Grade (As a chef in the fantasy world, future food must use Zhen Qi, young man, work hard.)
Culinary Talent: Unknown.
Skills: None.
Props: None.
MasterChef's comprehensive score: newcomer (newcomer who finally got started and learned how to cook eggs and fried rice.)
System rating: one star.
Surprise appeared on Bu Fang's face.
"There is actually a first-grade zhenqi cultivation base? Eh... Does the system still have levels?"