Chapter 15 A Good Group of Maverick Upstarts

Ji Chengxue's expectant gaze suddenly froze, and her face froze.

He...he actually rejected me!

Ji Chengxue couldn't believe it. He was a prince, the third prince of the empire, with a high status. How many people would love to have a relationship with him, and now his personal invitation has been ruthlessly rejected.

Especially the reason for refusal...

"You are not qualified."

Ji Chengxue felt as if an invisible arrow had stabbed in his heart with the expressionless look on his face when he wanted to start saying these words.

However, Ji Chengxue's palace was not bad. Although he was rejected, he was not angry, just smiled lightly.

"Yes, my third prince... is really not qualified enough." Ji Chengxue sighed a little lonely, as if something touched her heart.

The Changfeng Emperor of Qingfeng Empire has three sons, the first prince Ji Chengan was canonized as a prince ten years ago, and the second prince Ji Chengyu was also named a prince by Changfeng Emperor. Only his third son, Ji Chengxue, seems to be very unaffected by Changfeng. The emperor is waiting to be seen, and now he is only a general in the army.

Although the status of the general is already very high, compared with the first prince and the second prince, it is shabby.

"The third prince..." Xiao Xiaolong said worriedly when he saw Ji Chengxue's lonely appearance, but he was interrupted by Ji Chengxue before he finished speaking.

"Boss Bu, if you don't want to be the next chef, have you thought about entering the imperial kitchen of the imperial palace to be the royal chef for the emperor?"

"I'm not qualified, then the emperor should be qualified." Ji Chengxue said with a light smile.

Bu Fang glanced at him lightly and frowned, is this guy stupid? Isn't what he said not clear enough?

"I don't want to be anyone's chef, not even the emperor. If you want to eat, come directly, line up when you need to, and pay when you need to pay."

But Bu Fang wants to become a chef at the top of the fantasy world's food chain, so how can he be limited to being someone's chef?

Ji Chengxue was silent, Bu Fang refused to be his chef, he could understand, but Bu Fang refused to be the emperor's chef, which was a bit incredible.

In the world, isn't the dream of all chefs to enter the imperial kitchen and become the emperor's royal chef?

What is Bu Fang's dream?

"Enhanced version of egg fried rice with ten yuan crystals, pay the money, thank you." Bu Fang said expressionlessly, too lazy to waste words with this prince.

"You have two hundred gold coins here." By the way, he also said to Xiao Xiaolong.

Ji Chengxue took a deep look at Bu Fang and handed him ten Yuan Crystals. Xiao Xiaolong also paid two hundred gold coins. After that, the two left the shop.

A small shop with only ten square meters without a plaque, a big black dog lying at the door, a thin, slender and principled chef, a mysterious puppet, perfect cooking skills, and those high-quality ingredients of unknown origin... This Fangfang shop is full of mystery.

Ji Chengxue walked out of the store, looked back at the store, and the corners of her mouth twitched, a little interesting.

After cleaning up the tableware and chopsticks, the shop became deserted again. He sat next to the lazy Xiao Hei again, and Bu Fang continued to bask in the sun.

However, the reputation of the small shop spread because of a farce by Sun Qixiang, and the price of the small shop's dishes began to spread to the entire capital of the capital because of the fussing neighbors.

"There is a wonderful restaurant in that alley, I don't know if you have heard of it!"

"You mean that black-hearted restaurant that sells ten yuan crystals for a bowl of egg fried rice?"

"The boss is a fool, right? How could anyone eat it at that price? If his egg fried rice can be sold, I will eat all the biscuits in my biscuits shop!"

...

There are always some rich people in this world, their pursuits are different from ordinary people, and their way of looking at problems is also different from ordinary people.

Bu Fang's comfort didn't last long, but a few figures walked into the store.

Bu Fang slumped lazily on the chair and glanced at the group of fat men who entered the store.

These fat men are all wearing gorgeous silk clothes, with gold rings on their thick fingers, beautiful jade hanging around their necks, and emeralds on their belts.

Bu Fang sighed in his heart for a group of maverick upstarts.

"Boss! I heard that the food in your small shop is very expensive! It is even more expensive than Fengxianlou. My brothers believe that the more expensive the food, the better the quality. If your food can satisfy our appetite, the price is not Question." A fat man dressed in gold and silver in front of him shouted.

They were crowded in the small shop, and they actually took up the space of the small shop.

Bu Fang stood up expressionlessly and said, "What should I eat?"

The fat man glanced at the recipe and squinted his eyes. The egg fried rice for ten yuan crystals still made these rich and powerful fat men gasp.

"Okay, your little shop is really good! Just give me an enhanced version of egg fried rice!" Fatty said.

"Warm reminder: The consumer of the enhanced version of egg fried rice needs to reach the third rank of war mad, and if the cultivation is not enough, it is best not to order it." Bu Fang said lightly.

"Oh, our big brother Jin is a master of the "Qinggong Yizhimei" in the imperial capital, how can his cultivation level be less than the third-grade war madness!

His face remained unchanged, as indifferent as water, and he glanced at the fat man indifferently, this figure has nothing to do with Yizhimei.

In the end, the group of fat people ordered three enhanced version of egg fried rice, four ordinary egg fried rice, seven dry noodles, and seven fried vegetables...

Even if he is as calm as Bu Fang, the corners of his mouth are twitching. As expected of a big brother with this size, he can really eat it!

It is a blessing to be able to eat, and Bu Fang likes people who can eat.

He stepped into the kitchen and devoted himself to cooking. After a while, the rich aroma came from the kitchen and wafted throughout the small shop.

"It's so fragrant! I've never smelled such fragrant egg fried rice!" The fat men narrowed their eyes in intoxication and sniffled.

They are looking forward to this dish more and more.

Just as the group of fat people were waiting to eat, a slender, gentle and graceful figure came slowly from the door of the shop.

Zhao Ruge looked at the small shop with a pile of fat, and the expression on his face twitched.

"How come there are so many people?" Zhao Ruge was a little surprised.

Fat Gold? It was him. Zhao Ruge quickly recognized the identity of one of the fat men.

Fatty Jin, whose full name is Jin Fugui, is a famous upstart in the imperial capital. His family owns a vein of Yuanjing, so he is very rich.

Those other fat men are also famous wealthy people in the capital.

This group of guys actually went to this small shop to eat? Don't they feel like they've lost their identity?

"Let Rang, let me in." Zhao Ruge tapped the paper fan gently, causing a fat man to tremble and let out a gap.

Zhao Ruge followed this slit and squeezed into the small shop, just when he came across Bu Fang who was walking out of the kitchen with a bowl of fried rice with eggs.

The rich fragrance entangled like silk, completely wrapping Zhao Ruge, making him immersed in a fragrance bomb.

"The boss will serve the food soon! We can't wait!" Fatty Jin's face trembled and shouted impatiently.

"Your enhanced version of egg fried rice, please use it slowly." Bu Fang placed the egg fried rice and said lightly, then turned around and planned to go back to the kitchen.

Zhao Ruge woke up from intoxication and was amazed at Bu Fang's cooking skills. No wonder he was fascinated by Yanyu.

"Wait, cook me an enhanced version of egg fried rice first." Zhao Ruge said to Bu Fang angrily.

"Hey! Dead skinny! Do you understand first come first then arrive?" When a fat man saw that Zhao Ruge actually jumped in line, he immediately became unhappy and shouted loudly.

Zhao Ruge glanced at the fat man contemptuously, and sneered, "I need to wait in line after you for a meal? What are you?"

"Oh shit! My temper!" The fat man suddenly became furious. "I'm the big boss of Jinxiufang in Beijing, what kind of onion are you kid?!"

"I'm going to Zhao Ruge." Zhao Ruge said lightly, confident and proud.

Zhao Ruge, the son of Zuo Xiang, is extremely noble. As soon as the name came out, the fat man's words got stuck in his throat and his eyes widened.

After that, he glanced at Zhao Ruge angrily, his face full of unwillingness.

Okay...you are awesome, I won't argue with you.

ps: I wrote a chapter under the attack of the catfish typhoon and asked for a recommended ticket~

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