Judging from the strength classification of Qianlong Continent, Yipin Zhenqi is just the lowest level of fighter cultivation, and this cultivation level can't make any waves in the imperial capital.
But what Bu Fang wondered was how could he have True Qi
Is it because he has completed the task of the system? But his first task was to get the first customer, and the rewards he got were just an enhanced version of egg fried rice and a fragment of the God of Cooking suit, and there was no mention of true energy at all.
"System, does it mean that as long as you complete the task, you can gain true energy and improve your strength?" Bu Fang asked puzzled.
The system replied with serious and serious words: "The host's true energy cultivation base is related to the amount of crystals earned by the host. The crystal system obtained after the host completes the designated transaction will be automatically converted into the host's internal energy cultivation base in proportion. You can use the character panel to observe the improvement of your cultivation base and the conversion ratio of the original crystal obtained after the task is completed."
"The current system level is one star, and the vitality conversion ratio is 10%. If you upgrade to two stars, you can get more small shop permissions, open tables and chairs, and allow customers to bring their own low-level ingredients."
"The number of Yuan Jing obtained by the host in this operation is 22 Yuan Jing, and the energy of Yuan Jing converted according to the ratio is two Yuan Jing, and the level of true energy is equivalent to that of a warrior."
Bu Fang was dumbfounded. It turns out that Yuan Jing still has this kind of use, but it's normal when you think about it, because Yuan Jing is originally an item needed by monks for cultivation. It can be refined to increase the level of true energy. This transformation of the system is just to help Bu Fang saved a refining process.
"Hey... In this way, if I earn more Yuanjing, will my improvement be stronger?" The corners of Bu Fang's mouth gradually pulled away, revealing a stiff smile.
"Ten Yuan Crystals are required to be promoted to the level of a second-rank fighter, one hundred for a third-rank warrior, one thousand for a fourth-rank war spirit, and ten thousand for a fifth-rank battle king," the system said.
Bu Fang: "..."
Well, there is a long way to go to upgrade.
"By the way, what does it mean to bring your own ingredients?" Bu Fang was curious.
"The host can help customers process their own ingredients in the small shop to form dishes, and the price is determined by the system according to the score of the host's completed dishes." The system still explained seriously.
It turned out to be such a thing, Bu Fang's eyes lit up slightly, this is a very humane setting, a way for the system to expand his ability to earn Yuanjing, but unfortunately his level is not enough now, in this fantasy world, All kinds of magical monster meat and all kinds of precious vegetation are top-level ingredients. If others are allowed to bring the ingredients, plus his handling, they will definitely be able to earn a lot of Yuanjing.
The upgrade of the system requires him to complete the tasks issued by the system. The most recent task is: please make a profit of 100 yuan crystals and 1000 gold coins within a week.
Mission progress: 22/100, 100/1000.
Bu Fang sighed in his heart, it was another heavy and long way to go.
As an excellent chef, you must ensure the quality of your sleep.
After Bu Fang exited the system panel, he slowly closed his eyes and fell into a sound sleep. After a while, even breathing sounded regularly.
next morning.
Bu Fang got up on time, and after washing up, he started his daily cooking practice.
After practicing the dishes he had learned, Bu Bianyi yawned and opened the shop.
The big black dog was still lying on the door of the small shop. He seemed to have been lying there all the time and had never moved. Bu Fang was a little surprised.
"Good morning, Xiao Hei." Bu Fang greeted expressionlessly.
The big black dog rolled its eyes and ignored him.
Bu Fang was not embarrassed, he walked back to the kitchen, put the egg fried rice for practice in a porcelain bowl, came out again, and stood in front of Xiao Hei with the porcelain bowl in his hand.
"It's time to eat, Xiao Hei." Bu Fang said.
Xiao Hei smelled the aroma of the rice, and his decadence and laziness were swept away, and he became energetic immediately, his pink tongue stretched out, and those smart dog eyes were full of expectations as he stared at the porcelain bowl in Bu Fang's hand.
Bu Fang was furious, this foodie dog, his attitude changed completely as soon as he had delicious food, and immediately wiped his mouth and refused to recognize anyone after eating.
What about the minimum trust between man and dog
Doesn't this dog know that it's important to please his chef? If you please him, you will have a steady stream of delicious food!
Well, for this dog who only has food in his eyes, Bu Fang has nothing to do, he put the porcelain bowl in front of Xiao Hei, wagging his tail, and started to yell at the porcelain bowl.
Pulling a chair over, Bu Fang curled up on the chair, waiting comfortably and comfortably for the customer to come to his door.
Another beautiful and simple day.
At the same time, on the main road of the Imperial Capital Avenue, a large group of people flocked menacingly and viciously.
The one who took the lead was Sun Qixiang, who was wearing colorful clothes with his chest open. The title of one of the three great dudes in the imperial capital was not a joke. People on the street avoided him and looked at him in fear.
Sun Qixiang is very satisfied with the eyes of the people around him, that's right! Just want you to be afraid! This young master is so awesome, why are you not afraid!
"Keep up! Damn, if I don't smash that small restaurant today, my surname will not be Sun!"
Yesterday, he was stripped naked by the living iron bump in the small restaurant, and the scene thrown out haunted him like a nightmare, making him unable to sleep well. No, he gathered all the servants in the mansion early in the morning , came to find a place.
When did Sun Qixiang suffer such a big loss, if he didn't kill Bu Fang, he would feel uncomfortable!
Xiao Yanyu didn't go out today. She ate the enhanced version of egg fried rice yesterday, and her zhenqi level was improved, so she went to retreat directly, so today Xiao Xiaolong was the only one running towards the small restaurant.
But as soon as he arrived on the street, he saw this spectacular scene. Sun Qixiang took more than a hundred people to smash the small restaurant.
"My God! I still want to eat fried rice with eggs! Smash your sister!" Xiao Xiaolong was so angry, where would he go to eat fried rice with eggs that can increase his cultivation and be delicious? !
More than a hundred people walked across the Fengxian Tower in a mighty manner, and walked in for dozens of miles, and the surroundings became quiet.
The alleys that were basically deserted in the past are crowded with people today.
Sun Qixiang's subordinates were all holding wooden sticks, looking coldly at the small restaurant in the alley.
What the hell, such a small restaurant in a corner dares to bully our Young Master Sun, it's simply a shame!
At the entrance of the small restaurant, Bu Fang squinted his eyes contentedly, curled up on the chair, the warm sunlight shrouded his figure, making him look so lazy.
The big black dog wagged its tail and lay down not far from Bu Fang, eating a porcelain bowl non-stop.
"My surname is Fang, I'm here to smash your shop!" Sun Qixiang pointed at Bu Fang with a paper fan and shouted coldly. He really didn't believe that he brought so many people this time. This kid is not afraid.
If Bu Fang doesn't kneel down and beg for mercy, this young master will not spare him!
The alley was terribly quiet. After Young Master Sun finished yelling, Bu Fang, who was expecting to kneel down and beg for mercy, did not appear. The latter was still curled up on the chair at this moment, with the warm sunlight covering his figure like a veil.
All the servants stared at Sun Qixiang with wide eyes.
It felt as if a flock of crows flew over his head... There was no response, so embarrassing that he felt hollowed out.
Sun Qixiang was immediately annoyed, and he felt that Bu Fang slapped him several times invisibly.
"Smash it! Smash whatever you see! Destroy this small shop for me! Damn it, I want this kid to know what he will end up with if he offends my grandson!"