Zhao Ruge is actually a very low-key person, he never said outside that he is the son of the left prime minister, because he doesn't want to grow up under the shadow of his father.
Strictly speaking, Zhao Ruge is not a dandy like Sun Qixiang, because he is a person with ideals. He hopes that one day, when the world mentions Zhao Ruge, the first thing that comes to mind is him himself, not his identity as the son of the left prime minister.
So Zhao Ruge practiced martial arts at the age of five, read poetry and books at the age of nine, and read hundreds of classics at the age of fifteen. If he wants to become the one who strategizes, he must have enough knowledge and insight to match.
Although Zhao Ruge hasn't done anything amazing these years, his efforts have not been in vain. At least in the capital, many people are still a little afraid of Zhao Ruge's name.
Fatty Jin is one of them. As a rich man who owns an entire Yuanjing mine, he cannot avoid dealing with court officials, so he knows more than others. Zhao Ruge set up a trap to kill a sect He also knows a lot about the fifth-rank battle king.
This son is ruthless, thoughtful, and will never give up until he achieves his goal. He has a heroic demeanor.
"Since Mr. Zhao wants to order food first, let Mr. Zhao go first." Fatty Jin raised his head while eating, and said, he didn't want his brothers to have conflicts with this insidious kid like Zhao Ruge, otherwise he wouldn't be fooled at any time. Know.
The fat men had no choice but to retreat resentfully.
Zhao Ruge was very satisfied with the reaction of this group of people, glanced at them contemptuously, and sneered arrogantly.
Bu Fang kept looking at them indifferently, didn't speak, and didn't bother to speak.
Finally, Zhao Ruge's eyes fell on him again, and he said arrogantly: "Why don't you go and cook me a meal? What are you doing there?"
Bu Fang was expressionless, and said indifferently: "The rules of this small shop: food is not allowed to take away, each person can only order one dish per meal, no disturbances are allowed, no queue jumping is allowed, and the business hours are three hours."
"You want to emphasize that you are not allowed to jump in line, right?" Zhao Ruge chuckled lightly, not caring about it. It's just a small shop in a corner, but there are so many rules. Rules are made by people and are meant to be broken. .
Bu Fang frowned, and said seriously: "No, what I want to emphasize is that no disturbances are allowed, no queue jumping is allowed, and... the business hours are three hours, and now there is only half an hour left."
"If you tell me to cook, cook it. You're just a cook. Where did you come up with so much nonsense! I'm eating here to save you face, don't give shame to you." Zhao Ruge was too lazy to listen to Bu Fang's nonsense, his expression turned cold and he sounded angry Shouting loudly, he kicked a fat man next to him to let the other party give up his position.
Another idiot who offended the future God of Cooking.
Bu Fang remained expressionless, "Those who break the rules will be blacklisted by the store and will never provide services, so please line up in order."
After Bu Fang finished speaking, he entered the kitchen, completely ignoring Zhao Ruge who was behind him slapping the table angrily.
After a while, a serving of fried rice with eggs was completed, Bu Fang brought it out, and placed it directly in front of a fat man, ignoring Zhao Ruge with a livid face.
Another fried rice with eggs was finished, but it was still not for Zhao Ruge.
After cooking seven servings of egg fried rice in a row, the strong aroma enveloped the entire small shop, as if the small shop had turned into a sea of aromas. Zhao Ruge lived in it like a year, and his belly roared continuously when he was seduced by the aroma. .
"What the hell are you doing! Isn't my egg fried rice ready yet?!" Zhao Ruge had been holding back for a long time, and he finally couldn't help it.
Bu Fang glanced at him lightly and said, "There are still three servings of dry noodles, and three servings of fried vegetables will come to your egg fried rice."
Zhao Ruge took a deep breath, and the raging anger in his chest was burning, his hair was windless, and a glistening radiance flowed on his skin.
"I really don't know who gave you the courage to offend me, Zhao Ruge, as a cook?" Zhao Ruge's eyes seemed to be shining brightly, and his whole body exuded a terrifying aura.
Zhao Ruge's cultivation has reached the third-rank War Madness, and he ranks among the younger generations in the imperial capital. Although he is much worse than the monsters like Xiao Yanyu in the Xiao Mansion and Yang Chen, the prince of the small town, he is still the best when compared with dudes like Sun Qixiang. Very awesome.
"You want to do it in the small shop?"
Bu Fang was not frightened by the opponent at all. Although Zhao Ruge's aura was very strong, it didn't affect him at all.
"So what if you smash your little shop?" Zhao Ruge sneered, he stretched out his palm, and a stream of true energy circulated in his palm.
"Before you came, more than a hundred people came to smash the store, and then they all ran back naked, do you want to run naked too?" Bu Fang asked expressionlessly.
Zhao Ruge froze for a moment, and then smiled disdainfully: "Don't compare me, Zhao Ruge, with that group of trash. If you beg for mercy now, go and cook me an egg fried rice right away, I will forgive you, otherwise... your shop Don't drive any more."
"There are also three servings of dry noodles and three servings of fried vegetables."
"court death!"
Zhao Ruge was really angry. He took a step forward, the real energy in his hand gushed out, and he went towards Bu Fang to capture him. He was confident that a mortal would definitely not be able to dodge his attack.
Bu Fang stood calmly on the spot, looking at Zhao Ruge who kept approaching, before he arrived, the palm wind howled, blowing his long black hair.
Fatty Jin narrowed his eyes, and his aura changed suddenly. He touched the ground with his toes, and he floated up as light as a swallow. He wanted to stop Zhao Ruge.
"Little Bai." Bu Fang whispered.
Fatty Jin's eyes widened suddenly, and he saw a white metal puppet standing in front of Bu Fang.
Zhao Ruge slapped the metal puppet hard, but there was no movement at all.
Zhao Ruge was dumbfounded, and so was Fatty Jin.
"Troubleshooters, take off your clothes to show the public!"
Xiaobai's metallic eyes flickered for a while, and then Zhao Ruge and Fatty Jin felt as if they were flying through the clouds.
"boom!"
Zhao Ruge was thrown out of the small shop first, fell to his mouth and chewed the mud, he felt a chill all over his body, and found that all the clothes were gone, only a pair of shame pants were left.
Zhao Ruge raised his head angrily, and looked towards the small shop, but panic soon appeared on his face, because he saw a mass of white fat flying out of the small shop, wriggling towards him Come on.
"Boom!" The whole ground shook slightly.
Fatty Jin felt that he really beeped the dog. He really didn't want to make trouble, he just wanted to help out.
Landing heavily, the fat man felt as if something was pressing under him, twisted his body, and suddenly a frantic sound came from below, and he hurriedly got up.
Zhao Ruge's nose was bleeding, and his delicate and handsome face became a little distorted.
Bu Fang crossed his arms and walked to the door of the small shop. Behind him was Xiao Bai exuding a metallic luster.
"Today's business hours are over, come back tomorrow, please pay the Yuanjing and gold coins first, there are 31 Yuanjing and 800 gold coins in total."
Bu Fang said indifferently, and glanced at a fat man.
The fat man trembled all over, hurriedly paid, and then a group of people walked out of the shop.
Zhao Ruge's face was full of shame and anger. When he got up, he said a harsh word and left in a hurry.
But looking at that white figure's back, the deterrent effect of those ruthless words is basically equal to zero.
"Haha! You have a personality in this small shop, we brothers will come back tomorrow!" Fatty Jin relished the delicious egg fried rice, laughed, and left with his group of fat brothers swaggering and shaking their fat.
The big black dog laying on the door let out a snort, rolled its eyes, and continued to sleep.
Bu Fang glanced at the backs of the group of fat people, and closed the store door expressionlessly. Today's business is over.
After returning to the room, Bu Fang calculated the completion of the task. Within seven days, he would earn 100 yuan crystals and 1,000 gold coins. The task of this gold coin has been completed, and the Yuanjing is still about 50 yuan away, that is, five enhanced fried rice with eggs.
"But it should be soon, if those fat people come tomorrow." Bu Fang murmured.
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"Huh? Isn't that the son of the left prime minister, Mr. Zhao Ruge? He also runs naked like a man? That ass is so white!" the aunt who sold vegetables muttered.
"As expected of the son of the prime minister, Bai Huahua's butt looks better than that of a big girl!" shouted the elder brother selling sesame seed cakes.
"Is it very popular to run naked in the imperial capital recently? Why don't we go for a run some other day?" the elder brother who blacksmithed roughly said.
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"Fang Fang Xiaodian! I won't be called Zhao Ruge unless I ruin you!" Zhao Ruge, holding a vegetable basket covering his body, roared angrily with tears in his eyes.