Gourmet of Another World Chapter 15: A good group of maverick households
Ji Chengxue's anticipation suddenly stagnates, his face is rigid.
He ... he rejected me!
Ji Chengxue is somewhat unbelievable. He is the prince, empire Third Imperial Prince, and has a high status. How many people would like to be related to him, and now his personal invitation has been ruthlessly rejected.
Specific reasons for rejection ...
"You are not qualified."
Remembering Bu Fang's words, the appearance of expressionlessly, Ji Chengxue felt as if an invisible arrow was stabbed in his heart.
But Ji Chengxue's city house is not bad. Although it was rejected, he was not angry, just smiled slightly.
"Yeah, my Third Imperial Prince ... is really not qualified enough." Ji Chengxue sighed with a bit of loneliness, as if something had moved in her heart.
Clear Wind Empire's Great Emperor Changfeng has three sons. The eldest son, Ji Chengan, was registered as crown prince ten years ago, and Second Imperial Prince Ji Chengyu was also blocked by Great Emperor Changfeng Acting Prince. Only his third son, Ji Chengxue, seems to be far from being seen by Great Emperor Changfeng. Today is just one general in the army.
Although the status of the general is already very high, compared to the great prince and Second Imperial Prince, it is embarrassing.
"Third Imperial Prince ..." Xiao Xiaolong saw the lonely appearance of Ji Chengxue, and said worriedly, but was interrupted by Ji Chengxue before finishing.
"Step Boss, if you don't want to be the next Chef, have you ever wanted to enter the Imperial Palace Royal Dining Room, and make Chef for the emperor?"
"I am not qualified, then the emperor should be qualified." Ji Chengxue chuckled.
Bu Fang glanced at him lightly, and frowned. Is this guy stupid? could it be that Is he not clear enough?
"I don't want to be anyone's Chef, not even the emperor. You have to eat directly come, you should queue up when you line up, and pay if you pay."
How can Bu Fang become a Chef for someone who wants to be fantasy world food chain's top 'God of Cooking'?
Ji Chengxue is silent, Bu Fang refuses to be his Chef, he can understand it, but Bu Fang refuses to be the emperor's Chef, which is a bit incredible.
Under the world, do all the dreams of Chef not enter precisely into the royal dining room and become the emperor's Chef?
What is the dream of Bu Fang?
"Ten origin crystal Improved Version Egg Fried Rice , pay for it, thank you." Bu Fang expressionlessly said, too lazy to waste time with this prince.
"You are two hundred gold coins here." By the way, also facing Xiao Xiaolong.
Ji Chengxue took a deep look at Bu Fang and handed him ten origin crystal. Xiao Xiaolong also paid two hundred gold coins. After that, the two left Small Shop.
A Small Shop with only ten squares without a plaque, a **** dog at the door, a thin and slender Chef with a principle, a mysterious puppet, a perfect culinary arts, and those ingredient of unknown origin ... … This Fang Fang little store reveals mystery everywhere.
Ji Chengxue stepped out of Small Shop, looked back at Small Shop, his mouth cornered, interesting.
Clean up the chopsticks, Small Shop becomes deserted again, sit back to the lazy Blacky, Bu Fang continue to bask in the sun.
But the reputation of Small Shop spread because of a farce of Sun Qixiang, and the price of Small Shop's dishes that day was also passed on to the entire Beijing Imperial Capital because of the fuss.
"There is a rarely seen restaurant in that alley. I don't know if you heard it!"
"Are you saying that a bowl of Egg Fried Rice sells ten origin crystal black-hearted restaurants?"
"Then Boss is a fool, how can someone eat it at that price? If his Egg Fried Rice can be sold, I will eat all the biscuits in my biscuits shop!"
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There are always rich people in this world. Their pursuit is different from that of ordinary people, and the way of looking at problems is different from ordinary people.
The comfort of Bu Fang didn't last long, just a few figures walked into Small Shop.
Bu Fang lay down lazily on the chair, glanced at the group of fatty stepping into Small Shop.
These fattys are all in gorgeous silk clothes, with golden rings on their thick fingers, beautiful jade on their neck, and jade inlaid on their belt.
A good group of maverick outbreak households sighed in Bu Fang.
"Boss! I heard that your Small Shop dish is very expensive. Ah! is more expensive than Immortal Phoenix building. Some of our brothers believe that the more expensive you sell, the better the quality. If your dish can satisfy our stomach, the price is not. ask question. "The head of a gorgeously dressed, gold and silver fatty martyrled.
They are crowded in Small Shop, and actually Small Shop and space are all 77-88.
Bu Fang expressionlessly stood up and said, "Eat what is it?"
fatty glanced at the menu and squinted, ten Egg Fried Rices of one origin crystal still let this group of rich and arrogant's fatty sucked in a cold breath.
"Yes, you Small Shop really awesome! Give me a copy of Improved Version Egg Fried Rice !" fatty said.
"Please note: The cultivation base of Improved Version Egg Fried Rice needs to reach third grade Battle Maniac, cultivation base is not the best, do not order food." Bu Fang said lightly.
"Oh, my brother Jin is a master of Imperial Capital," Lightweight Art Yizhimei ". How can cultivation base be less than third grade Battle Maniac! Just cook it!" Other fatty suddenly stunned.
Bu Fang's complexion remains unchanged, but it looks like water. He glanced at the fatty indifferently. Why does this figure have nothing to do with Yizhimei?
In the end, this group of fatty ordered three Improved Version Egg Fried Rice , four ordinary Egg Fried Rice, seven dry mixed noodles, seven Stir-Fried Vegetables ...
Even if it's calm like Bu Fang, it's a mouthful. It is worthy of being the big brother who has this body shape, and it can be eaten!
It is a blessing to be able to eat, Bu Fang likes to be able to food people.
He stepped into the kitchen and devoted himself to culinary arts. After a while, the rich fragrance came out from the kitchen and wandered throughout the Small Shop.
"Haoxiang Ah! has never smelled such a Egg Fried Rice!" This group of fattys narrowed their eyes drunkenly and yanked their noses.
They are increasingly looking forward to this dish.
While this group of fatty is waiting for food, a long, gentle and personable figure comes slowly from the door of Small Shop.
Zhao Ruge looked at the Small Shop, which was crowded with a lot of fat, and the expression on his face drew abruptly.
"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 fatty.
Fatty Jin, full name Jin Fugui, is a well-known outbreak household in Imperial Capital. The family has a origin crystal vein, so it is rich in oil.
Those other fattys are also well-known riches in Beijing.
This group of guys actually went to this Small Shop to eat? could it be that Don't they think they have lost their identity?
"Let me, let me in." The Zhao Ruge paper fan lightly made a fatty tremble and make a gap.
Zhao Ruge followed this slit and squeezed into Small Shop. I just encountered Bu Fang coming out of the kitchen holding a bowl of Egg Fried Rice.
The rich scent is like silk winding, and the Zhao Ruge's thorough wrap up makes him whole body immersed in the fragrance bomb.
"Boss is ready to serve! We can't wait!" The fat on Fatty Jin's face trembled, and he couldn't wait to shout.
"Your Improved Version Egg Fried Rice , Enjoy your meal." Bu Fang set Egg Fried Rice, said lightly, and then turned around to go back to the kitchen.
Zhao Ruge wakes up from intoxication, and her heart is different from Bu Fang's culinary arts. No wonder he can get Yanyu. This culinary arts is truly extraordinary.
"Wait a minute, cook me a Improved Version Egg Fried Rice ." Zhao Ruge Yiqi directed to Bu Fang.
"Hey! Dead skinny! Do you understand first come first?" An fatty said that Zhao Ruge was actually cut in line, and suddenly was unwilling, and groaned loudly.
Zhao Ruge gave a scornful glance at fatty, and sneered: "My son still needs to be behind you for a meal? What do you think?"
"Oh WTF! I have a bad temper!" The fatty suddenly is so hot. "The big Boss of Laozi Jingxiufang, which kid is your onion?!"
"Under Zhao Ruge." Zhao Ruge said lightly, confident and proud.
Zhao Ruge, son of Left Minister, noble are incomparable. As soon as the name comes out, suddenly gets stuck in the throat and widens his eyes when fatty is about to scold.
He then glanced at Zhao Ruge with a stunned look, unwilling.
Okay ... your awesome, I won't fight with you anymore.
ps: Make a chapter under the attack of typhoon catfish, and ask for a recommendation ~