Zhao Ruge is actually a very low-key person. He never says outside that he is the son of the left prime minister because he doesn't want to grow up under the shade of his father.

Strictly speaking, Zhao Ruge is not a playboy like Sun Qixiang, because he is an ideal person. He hopes that one day, when people mention him, Zhao Ruge, the first thing they think of is himself, rather than his identity as the son of the left prime minister.

Therefore, Zhao Ruge practiced martial arts at the age of five, read poetry and books at the age of nine, and read all the classics of a hundred schools of thought at the age of fifteen. If he wants to become the person who is good at planning, he must have enough matching knowledge and insights.

Although Zhao Ruge has not done anything amazing over the 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 with a whole Yuanjing mine, he could not avoid dealing with the imperial officials, so he knew more about Zhao Ruge's plan to kill a fifth-rank war king in sect.

This boy is cruel and ruthless, meticulous, and never gives up until he achieves his goal. He is quite heroic.

"Since Mr. Zhao wants to order food first, let Mr. Zhao first." Fatty Jin looked up while eating, saying that he didn't want his brothers to have conflicts with Zhao Ruge, the insidious boy, or he wouldn't know when he would be killed in seclusion.

Several fat men had to retreat in disappointment.

Zhao Ruge was very satisfied with the reaction of these people, glanced at them with contempt and sneered proudly.

Bu Fang kept looking at them lightly, not talking, and was too lazy to speak.

Finally, Zhao Ruge's eyes fell on him again, and he said with a domineering instruction: "Why don't you go and cook for me quickly? Why are you doing there when you are stunned?"

Bu Fang said indifferently: "The rules of this shop: food is not allowed to be taken away, and each dish is only allowed to order one for each meal. No trouble is allowed, no sewing, no business hours are allowed."

"You want to emphasize that you are not allowed to go to the line, right?" Zhao Ruge chuckled, not caring about it. It was just a small shop in a corner, but it even made so many rules. Rules are set by people and used to break them.

Bu Fang frowned and said seriously: "No, I want to emphasize that there is no right to cause trouble, no right to go to the line, and... the business hours are three hours, and now there is only half an hour left."

"If you ask you to cook, go and cook. Just a chef. Where did you come from so much nonsense? I eat here to give you face, don't give you shamelessness." Zhao Ruge was too lazy to listen to Bu Fang's nonsense. His face turned cold, he shouted angrily, kicked a fat man next to him, and asked the other party to give up his seat.

Another fool who offended the future chef god.

Bu Fang was still expressionless, "Those who break the rules will be listed on the store blacklist and will never provide services, so please queue up in order."

After Bu Fang finished speaking, he entered the kitchen and ignored Zhao Ruge who was slapped the table behind him.

After a while, a portion 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 gray face.

Another egg fried rice was finished, but it was still not for Zhao Ruge.

I cooked seven portions of fried rice in a row, and the rich fragrance enveloped the entire shop, as if the shop had turned into a sea of ​​fragrance. Zhao Ruge, who was in it, lived like a year, and was roaring in her belly.

"What the hell are you doing? Is my fried rice not good yet?!" Zhao Ruge had been holding it for a long time, and he finally couldn't help it.

Bu Fang glanced at him lightly and said, "There are three portions of dry noodles, and three portions of fried vegetables before you can get your egg fried rice."

Zhao Ruge took a deep breath, and the rage in his chest burned, his hair was windless, and a bright light flowed on his skin.

"I really don't know who gave you the courage of the chef. How dare you offend me, Zhao Ruge?" Zhao Ruge's eyes seemed to have shining light, and his whole body exuded a terrifying momentum.

Zhao Ruge's cultivation level reached the third-grade war madman, and he was ranked among the younger generation in the imperial capital. Although he was much worse than the monsters such as Xiao Yanyu and Xiao Zhenguo Hou Yang Chen, he was still very awesome compared to playboys like Sun Qixiang.

"You want to do it in the shop?"

Bu Fang was not scared by the other party at all. Although Zhao Ruge had a strong aura, it did not affect him at all.

"So what if you smash your shop?" Zhao Ruge sneered. He stretched out his palm, and a stream of true energy flowed in the palm of his hand.

"Before you came, more than a hundred people came to smash the shop, and then they all ran back naked, and you want to be naked, too?" Buban asked expressionlessly.

Zhao Ruge suddenly stopped, and then smiled disdainfully: "Don't compare me Zhao Ruge with that group of waste. If you beg for mercy now, go and cook a fried rice for me immediately. I will spare you, otherwise... your store will not be open again."

"There are three portions of dry noodles and three portions of stir-fried green vegetables."

"court death!"

Zhao Ruge was really angry. He stepped forward and the true energy in his hand gushed, heading towards Zhujian to capture him. He was confident that a mortal would definitely not be able to avoid his attack.

Bu Fang stood calmly, looking at Zhao Ruge who was getting closer. Before the person arrived, the wind howled his black and slender hair was blowing.

Fatty Jin narrowed his eyes, and his aura changed suddenly. His toes slightly, and he actually floated up as light as a swallow. He wanted to stop Zhao Ruge.

"Xiaobai." Bu Fang shouted lightly.

Fatty Jin's eyes suddenly widened, and he saw a white metal puppet blocking his foot.

Zhao Ruge slapped the metal puppet with a palm, but there was no movement at all.

Zhao Ruge was stunned, and Fatty Jin was also stunned.

"Those who make trouble, take off their clothes and show them to the public!"

Xiaobai's metal eyes flashed, and then Zhao Ruge and Fatty Jin's eyes flashed, and he felt like he was flying in the clouds.

"Bang!"

Zhao Ruge was thrown out of the shop first and fell to bite the mud. He felt a chill on his body and found that all his clothes were missing, leaving only a pair of shame-covering pants.

Zhao Ruge raised his head with anger on his face and looked at the shop, but fear soon emerged on his face because he saw a piece of white fat flying out of the shop and squirming towards him.

"Boom!" The entire ground was slightly shocked.

Fatty Jin felt that he was really a fool. He really didn't want to make trouble, he just wanted to help.

After falling heavily, the fat man felt something pressing under him. He twisted his body and suddenly a crazy sound came from below. He quickly got up.

Zhao Ruge was bleeding from nose, and his delicate and handsome face became a little distorted.

Bu Fang hugged his chest and walked to the door of the shop. Behind him was Xiaobai with a metallic luster.

"Today's business hours are over. Come again tomorrow. Please pay the Yuanjing and gold coins first. There are 31 Yuanjing and eight hundred gold coins in total."

Bu Fang said indifferently, glanced at a fat man.

The fat man shivered all over and hurriedly paid the money. Then the group of people walked out of the store.

Zhao Ruge was full of shame and anger. He stood up and said a harsh word and left in a hurry.

But looking at the white back, the deterrence of those harsh words is basically zero.

"Haha! Your small shop has personality, let's come again tomorrow!" Fatty Jin savored the delicious fried rice, laughed, and left with his group of fat brothers swaying and trembling.

The big black dog lying at the door slammed, rolled his eyes and continued to sleep.

Bu Fang glanced at the backs of the fat people, closed the store with a blank expression, and opened today and ended.

Bu Fang returned to the room and calculated the completion status of the task. He made a profit of 100 yuan crystals within seven days and a profit of 1,000 gold coins. The task of this gold coins has been completed, and the Yuan crystals are still about 50, which is five enhanced versions of fried rice.

"But it should be soon, if those fat people come tomorrow." Bu Fang murmured.

...

"Huh? Isn't that Mr. Zhao Ruge, the son of the left prime minister? He is also a nude person. Running? That butt is so white!" the vegetable seller muttered.

"I am worthy of being the son of the left prime minister. My white butt looks better than the older girl!" shouted the eldest brother who sells sesame cakes.

"Is it very popular to run naked in the imperial capital recently? Why don't we go run for another day?" said the iron-smashing elder brother snorted.

...

"Fangfang Shop! If you don't destroy you, I won't call you Zhao Ruge!" Zhao Ruge, who was holding a vegetable basket covering his body, roared with tears in his eyes.
Chapter completed!