Zhao Ruge was wearing a slender white robe with a white face. Her black hair was fixed with a green hairpin. She was quite handsome. She wore a pair of dragon leather boots and a beautiful jade belt, which was noble and yet elegant.

"Zhao Ruge?!"

Sun Qixiang stood up in a mess, covered important parts of his body with both hands, and looked at the handsome man in front of him with a gloomy face.

"I didn't expect that Master Sun had this kind of habit. Ruge was really open to his eyes today." Zhao Ruge chuckled, his eyes twitched like silk threads circling on Sun Qixiang's body, and he spoke with a strange expression.

Sun Qixiang's whole face turned almost red, and he turned his head to look at a servant following behind Zhao Ruge. This servant was the one who had followed him before.

After taking off the servant's clothes, Sun Qixiang's face was better. He ignored Zhao Ruge, but turned to Bu Fang's shop, and cursed fiercely and loudly: "I won't smash your shop tomorrow, and I won't be named Sun! Wait for me!"

After scolding, Sun Qixiang glanced at Zhao Ruge with slender eyes and said, "Zhao Dacaizi, your dream goddess is in that small restaurant. I kindly remind you that this small restaurant is strange, but the beautiful girl Xiao is in a tendency to sink into it."

After Sun Qixiang finished speaking, he didn't even look at Zhao Ruge's reaction. He left with a gloomy face.

"Sinking?" Zhao Ruge's lips raised slightly, and a deep smile appeared on his handsome face. He looked at the simple and narrow small restaurant that was open in the alley.

Someone actually went to a small restaurant in such a remote place to spend money, and it was also the children of General Xiao, who was of noble status in the imperial capital. Zhao Ruge would not believe it if he said it was a bit weird.

Zhao Ruge, who was curious in his heart, took a step forward and walked towards the restaurant, wanting to see what magical place there was.

However, before he reached the door, he saw the Xiao brother and sister walking out of the restaurant. The expressions on their faces seemed to be different.

Xiao Yanyu was very uneasy at this moment, not because Bu Fang threw Sun Qixiang out of the shop, but because of the fried rice with eggs. After eating the enhanced fried rice, Xiao Yanyu found that the true energy in his body was boiling and increased a lot. Although it had not reached the level of breakthrough, this improvement was already very considerable.

A bowl of enhanced egg fried rice can actually improve its cultivation, and its effect is comparable to a fourth-grade pill. Moreover, compared with the pill, the taste of this egg fried rice is simply fascinating.

No wonder it is necessary to at least the third-grade warrior to order this enhanced egg fried rice. The increased true energy volume alone exceeds the total amount of the second-grade combatant. Once the second-grade combatant eats, it will not only fail to break through, but will also be burst by the sudden increase in true energy.

"Yanyu, what's wrong with you?" Zhao Ruge saw Xiao Yanyu, a soft flashed in his eyes, and stepped forward and asked softly.

Xiao Yanyu was immersed in the joy of growing her cultivation and ignored Zhao Ruge at all. Xiao Xiaolong stared at Zhao Ruge vigilantly. He did not expect that Zhao Ruge would appear here... Could it be the letter from Sun Qixiang's grandson?

Looking at the two people who ignored themselves and left directly, Zhao Ruge's curiosity became even more serious. What is the mystery of this small shop that actually made Yanyu look like that?

"Welcome next time." After seeing off the confused Xiao brother and sister, Bu Fang yawned and prepared to end today's business.

The iron lump robot Xiaobai returned to the kitchen and stood firm on its position.

When the door panel was lifted up and before it was closed, a slender and handsome figure appeared in front of Bu Fang.

"Boss, don't close the door first. I'm going to taste the boss's cooking skills."

Zhao Ruge looked at Bu Fang with a smile, but Erya stood handsomely at the door of the shop. A gust of wind blew, rolling up the white long gown on Zhao Ruge's body.

Bu Fang looked at Zhao Ruge with an expressionless look, and Zhao Ruge looked at him with a smile.

"Oh, today's business hours are over, please come back tomorrow."

Bu Fang said calmly, and after that, he ignored Zhao Ruge and continued to close the door.

Zhao Ruge's expression suddenly froze. Is this boss rejecting customers? How come this small shop dares to reject customers?

"Isn't the business hours set by people... I can change it, I can pay more money." Zhao Ruge thought for a while and said again.

"No." Bu Fang had no expression.

Zhao Ruge frowned: "I'll pay twice the price, right?"

Bu Fang thought about it, but refused, "No."

Zhao Ruge was so sad that he was so fat that he was really breathless in this small shop. He really didn't believe it. If he had money, the other party wouldn't make any profit!

“Three times the price!”

"no."

“Quad price?!”

"No...no."

"Five times!" Zhao Ruge resisted the urge to push Bu Fang's expressionless face and finally said coldly.

Five times?! Bu Fang's heart was bleeding. If it was five times the price, a bowl of enhanced egg fried rice would be fifty Yuan crystals, and a bowl of ordinary egg fried rice would be five Yuan crystals... He felt countless small money flying in front of his eyes.

"As a chef who wants to stand at the top of the food chain in the fantasy world, you must have your own rules and ethics, adhere to principles, and not be confused by money! Don't bow your back for money!"

Just when Bu Fang was about to move and was almost agreeing to Zhao Ruge, the system appropriately poured a bowl of chicken soup to completely wake up Bu Fang.

Zhao Ruge was very proud. He saw the hesitation on Bu Fang's face, which meant that the other party was about to agree.

The owner of a small restaurant also talks about principles to me. There is no principle that a lot of money cannot be broken. If it doesn’t work, then there are two lots of things!

Bu Fang took a deep breath, his face became even more gloomy and ugly. He glanced at Zhao Ruge who was stinking, and then...

"Bang!"

The door panel was tightly covered, and a loud bang scared Zhao Ruge.

"What's the situation? Boss, are you opening the door? Are you still doing business?" What about the promised intention and the promised compromise? Why do you turn your back on others and refuse to recognize others!

Even if Zhao Ruge is well-educated, he is still a little furious. Even the Fengxianlou, the number one restaurant in the imperial capital, is not as many as this small restaurant. This small restaurant that is open in a corner is still in principle!

"Today's business hours are over. If you want to have a meal, just come early tomorrow."

Bu Fang, who came from behind the tightly closed door panel, was lazy and yawning, and then he became silent.

No matter how Zhao Ruge knocked on the door, there was no response behind the door.

The big black dog lying at the door glanced at Zhao Ruge lazily with his dog's eyes and continued to sleep. The big black dog seemed to have nothing but eating... or sleeping, and forced the dog's life to become a pig's life.

Zhao Ruge was finally sure that he had been rejected. He was so handsome that he was rejected by a small restaurant where he could not shit.

It seemed as if an invisible arrow pierced his heart.

Zhao Ruge even had a hazy circle of true energy lingering in his white palms. He had a third-grade war madman cultivation level and wanted to smash the shop directly.

But after thinking about it, I finally gave up.

"Very good! I'll come here tomorrow to see what kind of shop it is that dares to reject me, Zhao Ruge!"

Zhao Ruge is the son of the left prime minister and has a noble status. Anyone who sees him in the imperial capital will always give him a little face. Now he is defeated in a small restaurant. This is simply a real slap in the face!

The angry Zhao Ruge dissipated the true energy in his hand and turned around and left.

The big black dog was lying still, looking at Zhao Ruge's departure back, rolling his eyes...

Bu Fang returned to his room, and he didn't take Zhao Ruge's affairs seriously at all.

I yawned again, so sleepy today.

Lying on the bed, Bu Fang called out the system panel to watch.

Host: Bu Fang

Gender: Male

Age: Twenty

True Qi cultivation level: First grade (As the chef god in the fantasy world, the future food must be used for true Qi. Boy, work hard.)

Cooking talent: unknown

Skill: None

Props: None

Comprehensive rating of the chef god: Introductory newcomer (Newcomer who finally learns to boil eggs and fried rice when he is finally in the real Qi.)

System level: One Star

Bu Fang's face suddenly showed surprise.
Chapter completed!