Chapter 267: As You Were Saying... Which Dish Did You Find Unsatisfying? (2/2)

Back into his own room, he finally felt a sense of comfort. Whitey's duplication had already disappeared, not that this was something Bu Fang minded at all.

Sniffing at the somewhat rotten smell on his body, Bu Fang knitted his brows into a frown. He walked straight to the bathroom to take a shower.

Hot steams continued to rise, leaving strands of Bu Fang's hair slightly moist. After putting on a new robe, he walked out of the bathroom, feeling alive again.

Bu Fang brushed through his wet hair and left it untied. Then, he walked out of his room to go downstairs.

Having been away from the store for so many days, he was now primarily concerned with how business had fared.

It sounded quite busy in the kitchen, with the sound of chopping, frying, and pots clanging together ringing by his ears.

Rich fragrance drifted within the kitchen and the store, inducing one to take in deep breaths.

”Not bad, the two little ones have seen tremendous improvements in their cooking these days.” Bu Fang nodded as a satisfied look flashed across his face. By simply smelling the food aroma spreading through the air, he could detect the level of their cooking.

He didn't step into the kitchen and instead, marched into the store.

Before even setting foot in the store, he caught the sound of a quarrel inside.

Bu Fang instantly frowned.

Arguments hardly broke in this store. Ever since the Five Stripes Path-Understanding Fruit incident, those in the Imperial City seldom dared to make a scene here.

Perhaps the the store's name was not big enough throughout the empire, yet in the Imperial City, even the rich and powerful weren't stupid enough to bother him.

”This old fellow travelled all the way here from the Hundred Thousand Alps and you serve me this crap? Though the taste is technically not bad, and the spirit energy contained is rich… But! This is far from all the praises I've heard about the gourmet delicacies of this store?” A rough, very much displeased, voice rang in the air.

”I already told you that Owner Bu is not here at the moment. All your dishes are cooked by the apprentices. Everybody is aware of that, so why be so picky about it?” A trace of impatience and uneasiness could be detected in Ouyang Xiaoyi's tone.

Bu Fang narrowed his eyes. It turned out that someone was unsatisfied with the taste of the dishes? Bu Fang refrained from expressing any opinion. Though Xiao Xiaolong and Yu Fu's skills have yet to reach his level, both the flavor and spirit energy within each dish still lived up to their prices.

Entering the store, Bu Fang caught sight of a bunch enjoying their meals. Ouyang Xiaoyi had her back to Bu Fang and was currently arguing with a rather chubby, white-bearded old man.

The chubby elder had a kind, even somewhat charming face, one that was impossible to truly get mad at.

Yet, Ouyang Xiao here bickered with him relentlessly.

The old man was so peeved he couldn't help but burst into a laugh, ”You, little lassie, are really unreasonable. I'm just giving my complaints here, why can't you understand where I'm coming from. I'm merely stating the facts—although the dishes taste fine, they are still yards away from what I expected given all the rumors.”

Ouyang Xiaoyi pursed her lips, ready to retort him. By now, she had become very defensive of the store.

Before she even opened her mouth, a calm and gentle voice rang behind her.

”Xiaoyi, stop arguing.”

The chubby old man narrowed his eyes, lifting up his head to face Bu Fang. His charming, likable face flushed red.

Ouyang Xiaoyi was caught by surprise. Then, she turned around in excitement to see the slender figure of Bu Fang standing there with a head of dampen hair.

”Owner Bu! You're back!” Ouyang Xiaoyi's eyes instantly lit up. She began to dart towards him eagerly but then, recalling something else, froze on her tracks and rolled her adorable eyes. She humphed at Bu Fang.

”What a surprise that you still remember this place!” Ouyang Xiaoyi puckered her lips, her cheeks puffed.

The corners of Bu Fang's mouth gently curved. He walked forward and patted Ouyang Xiaoyi's head. Then, he directed his gaze at the chubby elder.

Studying the old man, Bu Fang squinted his eyes. Though he himself had rubbish combat capabilities, he still had the cultivation of a sixth grade Battle-Emperor. Relying on his cultivation, he could easily sense the formidable energy circulating within the old man's body.

Well… so what if he might be a terrifying warrior?

”As you were saying… which dish did you find unsatisfying?” Bu Fang tilted his head, gazed at the old man, and asked calmly.