Ji Chengxue's expectant eyes suddenly froze, and her face froze.
He... he actually rejected me!
Ji Chengxue couldn't believe it, he is the prince, the third prince of the empire, with a high status, how many people would like to have something to do with him, but now his personal invitation was ruthlessly rejected.
Especially the reason for rejection...
"You are not qualified."
Thinking of Bu Fang's expressionless face when he said this, Ji Chengxue felt as if an invisible arrow had pierced his heart.
But Ji Chengxue's city is not bad, even though he was rejected, he was not angry, just smiled lightly.
"That's right, I, the third prince... really don't have the qualifications." Ji Chengxue sighed a little lonely, as if something was touched in his heart.
Emperor Changfeng of the Qingfeng Empire has three sons. The first prince Ji Chengan was canonized as the prince ten years ago, and the second prince Ji Chengyu was also canonized as the prince by Changfeng Emperor. The great emperor waits to see him, but he is only a general in the army until now.
Although the general's status is already very lofty, but compared with the eldest prince and the second prince, it is shabby.
"Third prince..." Seeing Ji Chengxue's lonely look, Xiao Xiaolong spoke worriedly, but Ji Chengxue interrupted him before he finished speaking.
"Boss Bu, if you don't want to be your chef, then have you ever thought about entering the imperial dining room and serving as the emperor's personal chef?"
"I'm not qualified, so the emperor must be qualified." Ji Chengxue said with a light smile.
Bu Fang glanced at him lightly and frowned. Is this guy stupid? Didn't he say it clearly enough
"I don't want to be anyone's chef, not even the emperor. If you want to eat, come here directly, line up when you need to, and pay when you need to pay."
Bu Fang wants to become a chef who stands at the top of the food chain in the fantasy world, how can he be limited to become someone's chef.
Ji Chengxue was silent, Bu Fang refused to be his cook, he could understand, but Bu Fang refused to be the emperor's cook, it was a bit unbelievable.
In the world, isn't the dream of all chefs to enter the imperial dining room and become the emperor's chef
What is Bu Fang's dream
"Enhanced egg fried rice ten yuan crystals, pay the money, thank you." Bu Fang said expressionlessly, too lazy to waste words with the prince.
"You have two hundred gold coins here." By the way, he also said to Xiao Xiaolong.
Ji Chengxue took a deep look at Bu Fang, and handed him the ten Yuan Jing. Xiao Xiaolong also paid two hundred gold coins, and then the two left the shop.
A small shop of only ten square meters without even a signboard, a big black dog lying on the door, a thin, slender and principled chef, mysterious puppet, perfect cooking skills, and those high-grade ingredients of unknown origin... this There are secrets everywhere in Fangfang's shop.
Ji Chengxue walked out of the shop, looked back at the shop, the corners of her mouth curled up, a little interested.
After clearing away the dishes and chopsticks, the shop became deserted again. He sat next to the lazy Xiao Hei again, and Bu Fang continued to bask in the sun.
However, the reputation of the small shop spread because of a farce by Sun Qixiang, and the price of the dishes in the small shop began to spread to the entire capital because of the neighbors who made a fuss.
"There is a strange restaurant in that alley, I don't know if you have heard of it!"
"Are you talking about the unscrupulous restaurant that sells ten yuan crystals for a bowl of egg fried rice?"
"The boss is an idiot, right? How can anyone eat at that price? If his egg fried rice can be sold, I'll eat all the biscuits in my biscuit shop!"
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There are always some rich people in this world. Their pursuits are different from ordinary people, and their way of looking at problems is also different from ordinary people.
Bu Fang's ease didn't last long, but a few figures walked into the shop.
Bu Fang lazily curled up on the chair, squinting his eyes at the group of fat people who stepped into the small shop.
These fat people are all dressed in gorgeous silk clothes, with gold rings on their big fingers, beautiful jade hanging around their necks, and emeralds inlaid on their belts.
What a group of maverick nouveau riche, Bu Fang sighed in his heart.
"Boss! I heard that the food in your small shop is very expensive! It is even more expensive than Fengxianlou. My brothers believe that the more expensive the food, the better the quality. If your food can satisfy our stomachs, the price is not Question." The leader, a fat man dressed in gorgeous clothes and wearing gold and silver, yelled.
They were crowded in the small shop, and they actually took up seven to eighty eight of the small shop's space.
Bu Fang stood up expressionlessly and said, "What do you want to eat?"
The fat man glanced at the recipe and squinted his eyes. The fried rice with eggs for ten yuan crystals still made the group of rich and powerful fat people gasp.
"Okay, your little shop is really awesome! Just give me an enhanced version of fried rice with eggs!" said the fat man.
"Reminder: Eaters of the enhanced version of egg fried rice need to reach the third-rank War Madness. If your cultivation level is not enough, it's best not to order it." Bu Fang said lightly.
"Oh, my big brother Jin is a master known as 'Qinggong Yizhimei' in the imperial capital. How could his cultivation be less than a third-rank Zhankuang! You can just cook it!" The other fat people yelled immediately.
Bu Fang's expression remained the same, calm as water, he glanced at the fat man indifferently, this figure has nothing to do with Yizhimei.
In the end, this group of fat people ordered three enhanced egg fried rice, four ordinary egg fried rice, seven dry noodles, and seven fried vegetables...
Even if he was as calm as Bu Fang, the corners of his mouth twitched. As expected of big brothers with this body type, they really could eat!
Being able to eat is a blessing, Bu Fang likes people who can eat.
He stepped into the kitchen and devoted himself to his cooking skills. After a while, a rich aroma came out from the kitchen and wafted through the entire small shop.
"It smells so good! I've never smelled such delicious egg fried rice!" The group of fat people squinted their eyes and sniffed their noses intoxicated.
They are more and more looking forward to this dish.
While the group of fat people were waiting to eat, a slender, gentle and personable figure slowly approached the door of the small shop.
Looking at the small shop crowded with piles of fat, Zhao Ruge's expression suddenly twitched.
"Why are there so many people?" Zhao Ruge was a little surprised.
Fatty Jin? It was him. Zhao Ruge quickly recognized the identity of one of the fat guys.
Fatty Jin, whose full name is Jin Fugui, is a well-known nouveau riche in the imperial capital, and his family owns a vein of Yuanjing mine, so he is extremely rich.
Those other fat people are also well-known rich men in the capital.
This group of guys actually ran to this small shop to eat? Don't they feel like they've lost their identity
"Let me in, let me in." Zhao Ruge tapped the paper fan lightly, causing a fat man to shudder and give way.
Zhao Ruge squeezed into the small shop according to the crack, and just met Bu Fang who came out of the kitchen with a bowl of egg fried rice.
The strong fragrance entangled like silk, completely enveloping Zhao Ruge, making his whole body immersed in a fragrance bomb.
"Boss, serve the food soon! We can't wait!" Fatty Jin shouted impatiently as the fat on his face trembled.
"Your enhanced version of fried rice with eggs, please use it slowly." Bu Fang put the fried rice with eggs, said lightly, then turned around and planned to go back to the kitchen.
Zhao Ruge woke up from the intoxication, and was amazed by Bu Fang's cooking skills, no wonder he was able to fascinate Misty Rain, this cooking skill is really extraordinary.
"Wait, cook me an enhanced egg fried rice first." Zhao Ruge said arrogantly to Bu Fang.
"Hey! You skinny guy! First come first, first served, do you understand?" A fat man shouted roughly when he saw Zhao Ruge jumping in line.
Zhao Ruge cast a contemptuous glance at the fat man, and said with a sneer, "I still need to be in line behind you for a meal? What are you?"
"Oh shit! I have a bad temper!" The fat man suddenly became angry. "I'm the big boss of Jinxiufang in the capital, what kind of onion are you?!"
"I'm Zhao Ruge." Zhao Ruge said calmly, confident and proud.
Zhao Ruge, the son of Prime Minister Zuo, is extremely noble. As soon as the name was mentioned, the words that the fat man was about to swear stuck in his throat, and his eyes widened.
Afterwards, he cast a resentful glance at Zhao Ruge, his face full of unwillingness.
Okay... You are awesome, so I won't argue with you.