Chapter 10 The Principle of Not Being Moved by Money

Zhao Ruge was wearing a slender white robe, his face was fair, and his jet-black hair was fastened with a green hairpin. He was quite handsome. He stepped on a pair of Jiao leather boots, and his belt was inlaid with beautiful jade, which was noble and graceful.

"Zhao Ruge?!"

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

"I didn't expect that Young Master Sun would have such a hobby. Ruge really opened his eyes today." Zhao Ruge chuckled, his eyes twirling around Sun Qixiang's body like a tactful thread, and he opened his mouth with a strange expression.

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

After taking off the clothes on the servant's body, Sun Qixiang's face became better. He ignored Zhao Ruge, turned to face Bu Fang's shop, and scolded loudly: "I won't smash your shop tomorrow. My surname is not Sun! You wait for me!"

After scolding, Sun Qixiang glanced at Zhao Ruge with slender eyes and said: "Zhao Dazhi, the goddess in your dream is in that small restaurant, kindly remind you that this small restaurant is weird, but Miss Xiao has fallen into it. trend."

After Sun Qixiang finished speaking, he left with a gloomy face without looking at Zhao Ruge's reaction.

"Sinking?" The corners of Zhao Ruge's mouth twitched slightly, and a meaningful smile appeared on his handsome face. He looked at the humble, small restaurant in the alley.

Zhao Ruge would not believe that a small restaurant opened in such a remote place would be consumed by someone, and he was the son and daughter of the noble general Xiao in the imperial capital.

Zhao Ruge, who was curious in his heart, stepped forward and walked towards the restaurant, wanting to see what magical places were inside.

However, before he got to the door, he saw the Xiao brothers and sisters walking out of the restaurant. The expressions on their faces seemed to be different.

Xiao Yanyu's heart was very restless at the moment, not because Bu Fang threw Sun Qixiang out of the shop, but because of the egg fried rice, after eating the enhanced version of egg fried rice, Xiao Yanyu found that the true energy in his body was actually boiling. It has increased a lot, although it has not reached the level of breakthrough, but this improvement is already very considerable.

A bowl of the enhanced version of egg fried rice can actually improve one's cultivation.

No wonder it is said that at least a third-grade war madman is required to be able to order this enhanced version of egg fried rice. The amount of infuriating qi added alone exceeds the total amount of second-grade warriors. It will be propped up by the sudden increase in the amount of True Qi.

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

Xiao Yanyu was immersed in the joy of the growth of his cultivation, and ignored Zhao Ruge at all, while Xiao Xiaolong stared at Zhao Ruge vigilantly. He didn't expect Zhao Ruge to appear here... Could it be a letter from Sun Qixiang's grandson?

Looking at the two who ignored him and went away, Zhao Ruge was even more curious. What is the mystery of this small shop making Yanyu look like that?

"Welcome to come next time." Bu Fang yawned as he saw off the confused Xiao brothers and sisters, ready to end today's business.

The iron lump robot Xiaobai returned to the kitchen and held his position.

Lifting the door, before closing it, a slender and handsome figure appeared in front of Bu Fang.

"Boss, don't close the door yet, I want to taste the boss's cooking."

Zhao Ruge looked at Bu Fang with a smile, but she was elegant and handsome standing at the door of the small shop. A gust of wind blew and rolled up the white gown on Zhao Ruge.

Bu Fang looked at Zhao Ruge expressionlessly, and Zhao Ruge looked at him with a smile.

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

Bu Fang said flatly, and then ignored Zhao Ruge and continued to close the door.

The look on Zhao Ruge's face suddenly froze, is this boss rejecting guests? How can this small shop dare to refuse customers?

"Isn't the business hours set by people... It can be changed, I can pay more." Zhao Ruge said again after thinking about it.

"No." Bu Fang was expressionless.

Zhao Ruge frowned: "Is it okay if I pay twice the price?"

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

Zhao Ruge felt a dog in his heart. This little shop said that he was really panting when he was fat? He really didn't believe it, the other party still didn't earn money!

"Three times the price!"

"no."

"Four times the price?!"

"No... no."

"Five times!" Zhao Ruge resisted the urge to put his foot on Bu Fang's expressionless face, and finally said coldly.

Five times? ! Bu Fang's heart was bleeding. If the price was five times higher, a bowl of enhanced egg fried rice would be worth 50 yuan crystals, and a bowl of regular egg fried rice would be worth five yuan crystals... He felt countless small coins 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 don't be fooled by money! Don't bow down for money!"

Just when Bu Fang was about to move in his heart and was about to agree to Zhao Ruge, the system poured a bowl of chicken soup in a very appropriate way to wake Bu Fang completely.

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

The owner of a small restaurant also told Ben Shao about principles. There is no principle that a lot of money cannot break. If not, then there are two big piles!

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

"boom!"

The door was tightly closed, and a loud noise shocked Zhao Ruge.

"What's the situation? Boss, do you open the door? Are you still in business?" What about a good move or a good compromise? How can you turn around and not recognize people!

Even if Zhao Ruge is well-mannered, he is still a little furious. Even the Fengxianlou of the No. 1 Restaurant in the Imperial Capital does not have as many rules as this small restaurant. This small restaurant opened in a corner of the nest actually still talks to himself!

"Today's business hours are over. If you want to eat, you can come early tomorrow."

Bu Fang lazily yawned from behind the tightly closed door, and then fell into silence.

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

The big black dog lying at the door lazily glanced at Zhao Ruge with its dog's eyes, and continued to bury his head to sleep. The big black dog seemed to be sleeping except for eating... and just living a dog's life as a pig's life.

Zhao Ruge finally made sure that he was rejected. The handsome and handsome he was rejected by a small restaurant that didn't shit.

It was as if an invisible arrow had pierced his heart.

Zhao Ruge's fair palms even had a hazy circle of infuriating qi lingering in them, and he could not wait to smash the shop directly with his third-rank warrior madness cultivation.

But after thinking about it, I finally gave up.

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

Zhao Ruge is the son of the Zuo Prime Minister, and his status is noble. Anyone who sees him in the imperial capital will give him a few thin noodles. Now he is eating flat in a small restaurant. This is a living face slap!

The angry Zhao Ruge dissipated the infuriating energy in his hands and turned to leave.

The big black dog lay still, looking at Zhao Ruge's leaving back, rolled his eyes...

Bu Fang returned to his room, Zhao Ruge didn't take Zhao Ruge's business into his heart at all.

Another long yawn, so sleepy today.

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

Host: Bu Fang

Sex: Male

Age: Twenty

True Qi cultivation base: Rank 1 (As the chef of the fantasy world, the food in the future will definitely need to use True Qi, young man, work hard.)

Culinary talent: unknown

Skills: none

props: none

Comprehensive rating of God of Cooking: Beginner newbie

System level: one star

Bu Fang's face suddenly showed surprise.

"Infuriating cultivation base actually has a rank? Eh... Does the system still have a rank?"

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