Chapter 289 What Does It Matter to Me that You Are Not Feeling Well?

Bu Fang calmly put away the clay pot on the ground, and slowly closed the wooden lid, not paying any attention to the cold gazes of the surrounding gangsters.

This group of guys was very angry. The dishes prepared by so many of them were actually suppressed by a dish made of ordinary ingredients by this kid in front of them. This was a slap in the face to them.

But they can't make trouble at this moment, because they are still in the barracks after all, and Commander Zhu is not far away. If they want to engage in Bu Fang, they have to wait until they return to the Huotou army's camp.

So many cooks snorted coldly, looking at Bu Fang with malicious intent.

Wei Dafu was shocked in his heart, but the shock only lasted for a while before being replaced by his coldness. The wood is beautiful in the forest, and the wind will destroy it. This is very reasonable everywhere. What Bu Fang has shown now The brilliance has already made many people fearful.

In the future, Bu Fang's life in the Huo Tou Army will become more and more difficult...even to the point where it will be impossible to walk an inch.

But for Bu Fang, these did not arouse his interest at all.

Frowning, ignoring those sharp gazes, Bu Fang picked up the pot and walked out of the barracks. His food had already been eaten, so he had a reason to go back to his tent.

Wei Dafu felt a burning pain on his face, because he said harsh words before, if no one eats Bu Fang's dishes, then he will punish Bu Fang severely when he goes back, but the result is so sharp hit him in the face.

Bu Fang's dishes were not only eaten by people, but also the first dishes that were rushed to finish.

Comparing people to people... always inadvertently pissing people off.

"The dishes made by that kid...are they really so delicious?" Wei Dafu was a little shaken in his heart.

Bu Fang returned to his camp with the pottery pot in his hand, stretched his waist and sat cross-legged on the bed, looking at the other ordinary ingredients without the slightest aura in the camp, he couldn't help frowning, imagining , how to cook the next dish.

While he was thinking about these things, the meal time in the barracks was also over, and the firehead soldiers all returned.

The atmosphere in the camp suddenly became a little awkward.

Long Cai was the latest to come to Bu Fang's camp. He was here to kindly remind Bu Fang that Bu Fang's dishes really made a splash this time, and many old men's craftsmanship was left out in the cold.

They may now come to trouble Bu Fang.

But Bu Fang's reaction left Long Cai quite speechless, because Bu Fang wasn't worried at all, he was still sitting cross-legged on the bed, not panicking at all.

A group of people swarmed over, and Wei Dafu also followed behind the group of people with his hands behind his back, and they squeezed into the tent where Bu Fang was.

"What kind of smell is this...the smell of mold! What delicious dishes can be made in this kind of shabby place!"

"Tsk tsk tsk...Look, this vegetable seems to be rotten, the smell is so strong, and there are still people who dare to cook with this kind of food, it's shameless!"

"What about morality? If the dishes made in such a messy environment spoil the stomachs of the soldiers... what should we do?"

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This group of people squeezed into Bu Fang's tent, and began to chatter and comment endlessly, finding fault in all kinds of ways. They were all kinds of unhappy with Bu Fang.

Bu Fang is a newcomer and a junior, but their culinary skills are overwhelmed by a junior, which makes each of them look a little ugly!

Longcai was a little angry but also a little helpless. Although he was relatively young, he had been in the Huotou army for a long time. He had heard about the attitude of these cooks for a long time, but it was only today that he saw it thoroughly.

He felt a little sick... The faces of these people made his skin crawl.

Bu Fang stayed in a camp where ordinary ingredients were piled up. Ordinary ingredients lack aura, and their preservation effect is naturally much worse than those of aura ingredients. It is normal for them to rot. Why do these people come here to pretend to be aggressive?

Is it because the dishes that Bu Fang cooked just now were accepted by most soldiers?

It is easy for a person's mentality to be unbalanced. Once the mentality is unbalanced, this kind of person will do all kinds of disgusting things.

Bu Fang glanced at the group of people indifferently, without the slightest ups and downs in his eyes.

He just watched indifferently, watching... the group of chattering guys who watched couldn't help but shut their mouths, and looked at each other with Bu Fang.

Bu Fang's aura was indescribably strong, which made them all cringe a bit.

Wei Dafu walked out from the crowd, walked in front of everyone, and looked at Bu Fang unhappily.

"Boy...I admit that your culinary skills are very strong, but you can't be too rampant here. It will make us feel very uncomfortable. If we are uncomfortable, you don't want to be comfortable... Do you understand?" Wei Dafu said.

"What does it matter to me that you are uncomfortable? The meaning of a chef is to cook delicious food that pleases people, not to cook delicious food that pleases you... Besides, who are you, why should I care about your comfort or discomfort."

Bu Fang said expressionlessly.

It was the first time he met such an unreasonable group of people. He just cooked delicious dishes, which attracted the attention of soldiers and diners, and became the most popular dish. This group of jealous guys came to suppress he?

The boss of the imperial capital, Black Heart Step...is it so easy to suppress?

"Now... except for Longcai, everyone else get out of my camp, otherwise..." Bu Fang breathed out lightly.

Standing in the corner of the tent, Xiaobai's mechanical eyes suddenly flashed red, and he glanced at the group of cooks with malicious faces.

"Damn! This kid is too crazy, I can't stand it! I'm going to kill him!"

A big man wearing a linen military uniform and an apron walked out of the crowd. He was the most handsome cook among the cooks. Although his cooking skills were not the best, his physical fitness and cultivation were the strongest!

The man walked up to Bu Fang and slapped the table in the tent with a slap, almost breaking the table into pieces.

Some people stood up, and others also clamored out of righteous indignation.

They all glared at Bu Fang, why should their hard-earned dishes be overwhelmed by this kid's dish that is not made with aura ingredients?

That kind of...junk dishes, what qualifications do they have to suppress their dishes?

Long Cai's immature face turned a little pale, and he looked at the group of men who had become aggressive with some fear, and shrank towards the position where Bu Fang was.

At this moment, Bu Fang and Long Cai are like passengers in a small boat floating on the cusp of the wind and waves. The anger of the gangsters is like a vast sea, and the waves are coming, trying to capsize their boat and completely suppress Bu Fang. square.

"I said it... don't make trouble in my tent, or don't blame me for being rude."

Bu Fang stood up from the bed, his tone becoming a little rude.

That rather sturdy cook, staring at him, took a step forward, stretched out his hand and grabbed Bu Fang's collar, this kind of rookie who doesn't know why to respect should be taught a lesson!

How dare you steal the limelight from your seniors!

Bu Fang's eyes froze for a moment, he raised his slender palm, and with a light slap, the strong man's palm was immediately slapped away.

With a crisp snap, the big man felt as if his palms were swollen, and the severe pain kept gushing out, making him sweat profusely.

"Xiaobai... strip off all these troublemakers and throw them out." Bu Fang said flatly.

Afterwards, two red lights lit up behind Bu Fang, and Xiaobai's body emerged, and the red lights flashed and looked at the many cooks around him.

"Hmph! Playing tricks, a mere puppet is the reason for your arrogance?" Wei Dafu snorted disdainfully.

Xiaobai is very ordinary. Wei Dafu has been in the Huotou army for many years, and he has seen many puppets like Xiaobai, because he has to meet many novel sects in battle, and one of the sects specializes in the development of puppets, such as The one next to Bu Fang is the same.

But this kind of puppet does not have much lethality at all, so Wei Dafu is not worried at all.

However, what surprised Wei Dafu himself was that just after Ye's words fell and dissipated, the sound of clothes being torn echoed in the air.

"Tear!!"

There was a crisp sound, followed by a white greasy figure flying out, and the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground resounded outside the door.

Everyone was stunned, and then they all turned their heads to look outside the tent. There...a strong man with all his clothes stripped covered his lower body and stood up tremblingly.

Bu Fang curled up his mouth indifferently, patted Xiaobai's plump stomach, climbed back on the bed again, and sat cross-legged.

His gaze was still as calm as a cloud. (To be continued.)