"Your drunk ribs are ready, please use it slowly."
Bu Fang's faint voice sounded, pulling back the old man's thoughts immersed in the buds, and the latter glanced at Bu Fang, his eyes full of contemplation.
The old man stood up, and looked at the tender bud with some reluctance, and there was a struggle in his eyes.
The five-pattern enlightenment tree, a spiritual tree, is so attractive to the seventh-rank war saints. No war saint can escape the temptation brought by this spirit tree. After all, once the spirit tree bears fruit, it will bear fruit. What comes out is the five-line enlightenment fruit, which can help the seventh-rank war sage to realize the opportunity to step into the eighth-rank realm.
Even many eighth-rank gods of war could not resist the temptation of this fruit tree of enlightenment.
"Are you the boss of this shop?" The old man looked at Bu Fang and asked.
Bu Fang glanced at him expressionlessly and nodded.
"Do you know what kind of tree you are?" The old man pointed at the young shoots in the khaki flowerpot with a very serious expression on his face.
The other party's serious expression gave Bu Fang a shock in his heart.
"I don't know." Bu Fang shook his head. He really didn't know what kind of things would sprout from this kind of seed. Since the old man knew, he should ask.
"You don't know? Then why did you go to the banquet of hundreds of families to compete for this seed?" The corner of the old man's mouth twitched suddenly, and he asked angrily. If Bu Fang hadn't intervened, his two apprentices would have already Will bring that seed back.
"Could it be that something extraordinary will grow from this kind of seed?" Bu Fang asked tentatively. Judging by the old man's appearance, he definitely knew this kind of seed.
The old man sighed and looked at Bu Fang with pity, "Do you really think this kind of seed is a good thing? Yes, it is a good thing for many people, but for some people... this kind of seed is a terrible reminder symbol."
Urgent? ! Said so terrible? ! Bu Fang's heart skipped a beat.
Could it be that some terrible poison will grow out of this seed? No way, this pattern looks quite righteous.
"Do you know that a man is not guilty, but he is guilty of carrying a jade? Sitting on something that he is unable to protect, no matter how precious the thing is, it can be called a reminder." The old man said to Bu Fang seriously.
Bu Fang blinked his eyes, and his face was expressionless.
After a long time, it turned out that what the old man meant was that the things grown from this kind of seeds would be very precious, and with Bu Fang's strength, it would be difficult to protect him, and it would be a disaster for Bu Fang...
But this answer made Bu Fangchang heave a sigh of relief.
If the thing that germinates from this seed is poison, then Bu Fang really has no choice but to throw it away, but... If it is said that Bu Fang has no ability to protect it, then Bu Fang will absolutely scoff at it.
The ability to protect the small store is obvious to all. If you can't even guard the small store... just you, an old man with a seventh-rank war saint, then you can't even guard it.
The old man didn't say much, he just sat down at the table and turned his goal to gourmet food. Looking at the drunk pork ribs on the plate, his appetite suddenly whetted.
The drunk pork ribs cooked by Bu Fang are orange-red and translucent, full of aroma, and the rich meaty aroma envelops people, making people unable to help but swallow their mouths, wishing to feast on it.
Pick up a piece of drunk pork ribs with bamboo chopsticks, and lightly bite down, the orange-red drunk juice spreads in the mouth immediately, and the fat and tender meat quality and meat fragrance burst out instantly, making the old man completely intoxicated.
Delicious... uncommonly delicious!
The ghost chef was completely shocked this time, even he never expected that the cooking skills of the young man in front of him could reach such a level.
But this wasn't what shocked him the most. After eating a piece of drunk pork ribs, his eyes widened even more than the first time... because the drunk pork ribs were filled with terrifying aura energy.
Why can there be such a strong aura in the dishes? Does Boss Bu have a unique way to preserve the aura of ingredients
After eating a few pieces of drunk pork ribs in a row, it goes without saying that they are delicious, but the terrible content hidden in each piece of pork ribs is stronger than the pills they ate.
A bowl of drunk pork ribs cost fifty yuan, and the old man suddenly felt that it was worth it.
Bu Fang put away the fifty Yuan Jing handed over by the old man, and his eyes fell on the old man, he likes this kind of customers who don't procrastinate.
"Boss Bu, let's discuss something. How about you hand over this bud to me? You should know that with your cultivation, there is absolutely no way to protect it." The old man said.
Bu Fang was speechless. Could it be that he is not safe here... This old man is really funny.
"No." Bu Fang coldly refused.
The old man suddenly became angry, this kid is only a fifth-rank battle king, how could he have the confidence to reject him
"I didn't lie to you. Once you mature, you will definitely attract many seventh-rank war saints!" The old man explained to Bu Fang very seriously.
"Are the seventh-rank war saints awesome? If they dare to make trouble, then don't blame me for throwing them out one by one." Bu Fang said calmly.
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Juan'er changed into a lavender floral dress today, showing off her slender figure. She held a lunch box in her arms, which contained the egg tart that Juan'er wanted to give way to Bu Fang.
"Egg tart?" Ghost Chef's eyes lit up, who was still struggling with Bu Fang, and he looked at the lunch box in Juan'er's hands quite interestingly, with a sense of anticipation.
Juan'er's appearance also interrupted the entanglement between him and Bu Fang, and successfully diverted their attention.
There weren't many people in the shop today, Fatty Jin and others had already finished eating and left, and there were a lot of seats left.
Juan'er planned to carefully take out the egg tarts from her lunch box. As soon as she opened the lunch box, it exuded a rich milky aroma. The aroma was strong. Although it was not as good as the egg tarts made by Bu Fang, the aroma alone was already considered pretty good. that's it.
"Bu... Boss Bu, this is an egg tart I made myself, please taste it." After putting the egg tart away, Juan took a step back and looked at Bu Fang respectfully.
Bu Fang nodded, his eyes fell on the egg tart in front of him, the color of this egg tart was not bad, much better than the egg tart he ate for the first time.
Picking up an egg tart, Bu Fang just took a bite, and the aroma of milk burst out immediately, making him feel as if he was intoxicated on the grassland where the wind blows and the grass looks down on the cattle and sheep.
Juan'er blinked and stared at Bu Fang seriously, hoping to hear words of praise from Bu Fang, then Boss Bu would really teach her how to make egg tarts.
Bu Fang chewed, nodded while chewing, and finally raised his eyelids to look at Juan'er.
"How does it taste?" Juan'er asked excitedly.
Bu Fang didn't answer right away, but glanced at Juan'er, who looked a little excited, and replied lightly, "It didn't achieve the desired effect in my heart, you can go back and practice again, and give me a taste next time."
The emotions from the sky to the ground can be possessed in just a moment.
Being rejected mercilessly by Bu Fang, the joy on Juan'er's face froze, and he became a little depressed in an instant.
"Yes... I'm sorry, I will definitely work hard, I will definitely think about it when I go back, and next time I will definitely make an egg tart that the boss is satisfied with."
Bu Fang appreciates Juan'er's temperament very much, because this woman has a kind of obsession with food. Although the egg tarts she made are not up to Bu Fang's standard, she is still unremittingly researching and making them.
Juaner came and went quickly, stubbornly holding her lunch box and left the shop, and went back to continue researching egg tarts.
The other customers in the store also left scatteredly, leaving only the strange old man.
"Egg tarts? The one made by the girl just now should be pretty good, why didn't it pass?" Ghost Chef asked curiously.
Bu Fang frowned, glanced at the old man, and said lightly, "There is no need for a reason. I feel that if my psychological expectation has not been met, it means that it has not been achieved."
The old man froze for a moment, and didn't speak for a while.
Bu Fang glanced at the dazed old man, then turned and walked towards the kitchen.
"Are you really not going to hand over the buds of the spirit tree to me?" the old man asked, looking at Bu Fang's back.
Bu Fang ignored him, and went straight into the kitchen to practice making dishes.
He was too lazy to respond to the old man's words.
The old man sighed for a long time, looked at the sprouting twig with some regret, and said: "You kid will definitely regret it in the future... When you are surrounded by a group of terrifying war saints, I will see what you will do!"
With his hands behind his back, the old man left the small shop while shaking his head, and his figure gradually disappeared into the alley.