Chapter 268: The Eight Spirit Fruit Vinegar (1/2)

Chapter 268: The Eight Spirit Fruit Vinegar

Translator: E.3.3.Editor: Vermillion

”So, which dish did you find unsatisfying?”

Bu Fang's tone was very calm. His glance landed on the slightly chubby man, without any hint of overbearingness. It felt like a question he put forward quite at ease.

The chubby elder was taken aback. A smile quickly flashed across his face as he gazed at Bu Fang with sparkling eyes, ”So, you must be the owner of this restaurant. I have long heard of your name. Seeing you today reminds me of the saying that the youthful can make great heroes.”

”I am merely a chef, far from a hero.” Bu Fang waved his hands and shrugged it off. This old man seemed amiable enough, not like one looking for trouble at all.

Bu Fang pulled over a chair and sat right across from the chubby elder. There were three dishes before the elder—Egg-Fried Rice, Lees Fish, and Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs.

All three dishes had been touched. Half of the Egg-Fried Rice was gone, the Lees Fish had been poked a few times, but only one or two pieces of the Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs have been eaten.

”Heh heh, it's quite a coincidence. This old fellow also happens to be a chef. I've heard that Owner Bu's dishes are incredibly delicious and thus travelled thousands of miles to come here. Never did I expect the dishes to be so below expectations. Honestly, I'm slightly disappointed.” The elder looked disillusioned as he shook his head.

Ouyang Xiaoyi, who stood behind Bu Fang, curled her lips. She obviously thought this old man was here to pick a quarrel.

To both the elder and Ouyang Xiaoyi's surprise, Bu Fang actually nodded solemnly. He converged a ball of true energy in his hands and formed a pair of chopsticks. Then, he picked up a piece of Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs, and placed it into his mouth.

After chewing for a while, Bu Fang knitted his brows into a frown.

”There are many flaws in this Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs. But then again, one's cooking can only improve through tireless practice. Nobody can make the perfect dish right from the start, right?” Bu Fang explained earnestly. He dissolved the true energy chopsticks and peered toward the elder.

The old man was somewhat taken aback, and then burst into a hearty laugh. Even his eyes squinted into a thin slit.

”Yes, Owner Bu speaks with reason. It turns out this old fellow has been too inflexible.”

The corners of Bu Fang's mouth curled.

”I come from the Hundred Thousand Mountains. Ever since that lassie Ye tasted your gourmet delicacies, she went on and on about it beside my ears. I finally grew tired of all her nagging and sneaked away from home. I though that while I'm at it, I might as well come try Owner Bu's cooking myself. Prior to this conversation, I was not convinced of your talent. Yet after Owner Bu's words, I've finally come around.” The elder cackled with glee. With the wave of a hand, a yellow earthen-toned gourd materialized.

”Owner Bu, this is a treasure of mine. I'm wondering if it could be exchanged for a meal made with Owner Bu's own hands?” The old man laughed. As he shook the yellow earthen-colored gourd, the nectar inside swashed against its vessel.

Hun? Bu Fang paused for a moment and studied the gourd within the elder's hand.

The old man broke into a wide smile and pulled off the lid of the gourd. As the plug popped off, a rich, citric aroma surged out. This sharp sourness was mixed with a particular trace of sweetness, tugging at one's heartstrings.

Bu Fang's heart, which was utterly unaffected before, now suddenly shuddered. His gaze fixated on the gourd as he drew in quick breaths.

The elder was satisfied to see Bu Fang's startled expression. Nobody could keep their cool once smelling his specially-made vinegar.

”Lassie, get us a saucer here.” The elder simpered at Ouyang Xiaoyi and instructed.

Ouyang Xiaoyi couldn't help but glare her eyes. Despite so, she still walked back to the kitchen window and asked Xiao Xiaolong, who was busy inside, for a saucer.

”Oh hey, Owner Bu is back?!”

Not after long, Xiao Xiaolong and Yu Fu both emerged from the kitchen. The two of them looked at Bu Fang excitedly. Yu Fu still seemed rather bashful whereas Xiao Xiaolong couldn't stop chuckling.

Ouyang Xiaoyi handed the saucer to the elder, and humphed with a twitched nose.

The old man smiled softly, oblivious to Ouyang Xiaoyi's attitude. He set the saucer on the table and carefully poured a little vinegar from his gourd.