531 A Man’s Word Is as Heavy as Nine Tripods (1/2)

In the end, Lord Dog finally got to eat the Spicy Diced Chicken.

When Bu Fang spotted Lord Dog's confused expression, he took out another bowl and placed it in front of him.

When Lord Dog looked over and saw Bu Fang's look of disdain, it almost flew into a rage.

Does this kid, Bu Fang, actually insist that a dog must learn to use chopsticks? Wasn't this asking for too much….

With an endless amount of resentment in his heart, the frustrated Lord Dog glared at Bu Fang, with the urge to slash him apart with its claws gnawing at it; however, it resisted the urge. If it were to kill this rascal now, who would cook the Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs for him…

Where the Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs was concerned, who cared how it momentarily felt?

After reining in its temper, the Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs were snatched away.

Despite that, Lord Dog's heart still felt constricted. Although it had no happiness toward the Spicy Diced Chicken, it still tasted great when eaten, and this made Lord Dog feel angry and weak.

After Nethery had learned how to use chopsticks, she quickly used them to pick up a piece of the Spicy Diced Chicken, which she promptly placed into her mouth. Her eyes instantly lit up, and the chopsticks' movements accelerated.

In almost no time at all, she completely ravaged the plate of Spicy Diced Chicken, and not even the peanut crumbs were spared.

Bu Fang was speechless; after all, he had barely eaten a few pieces. Those few pieces, however, tasted great and gave him a refreshing feeling.

While Nethery was eating, she kept letting out burps filled with spiritual energy. The scene was slightly comical.

After the Spicy Diced Chicken on Nethery's plate was no more, she licked her red lips, and her gaze shifted to Lord Dog's bowl, which was still filled with chicken.

Lord Dog's ears perked up, and it began to watch the woman cautiously. What exactly does she want?

That was a bowl of Spicy Diced Chicken he had sold his pride for! Hence, she should not even dream of touching a single piece of chicken in his bowl.

Despite its caution, in the end, Lord Dog was unable to protect all the chicken in its bowl. It could only watch in frustration as Nethery easily picked up chicken after chicken from his bowl using the chopsticks.

”Uh… This is the benefit of using chopsticks,” Bu Fang said, when he saw Lord Dog's blank expression.

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As the moonlight shone down, the pitch-black sky began to turn into a shade of dark blue.

Before returning to his room, Bu Fang washed up, then he stood by his window, with his partially dried hair, enjoying the cool breeze and the view of Heavenly Mist City at night.

The scenery was breathtaking, enough to captivate anyone.

Bu Fang took a deep breath before getting into bed, ready to sleep. As a chef, sleep was very important to him.

In the next morning, the sky was bright, and the sun shone down like glittering gold. The rays of sunlight shone on Bu Fang's face, through the window, making him feel a little itchy.

He got up out of bed, washed, went down to the kitchen, and began to practice his knife skills; after that, he cooked a bowl of Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs and Dragon Blood Rice.

He served the dishes to Nethery and Blacky, then returned to the kitchen and began to prepare his own breakfast. Soon, he took out a Golden Shumai from the steamer.

He dipped a piece into some vinegar and tossed it into his mouth.

When Bu Fang finished his meal, he cleaned up the tableware, then went to open up the restaurant's bronze gates, ready to start the business for the day.

”Owner Bu, you're still opening shop today? Today's the day of the Miracle Hand Conference's competition of the Top 10. Don't you want to go see it?”

A customer spoke to Bu Fang, with a smile.

Bu Fang froze for a moment, but he quickly recovered and shook his head sideways, saying, ”There's no need…”

Truthfully, there really was no need. For the next match, Bu Fang had already decided to put on a very good performance for Nangong Wuque, in which he would give the latter the win; after that, he would not have the chance to meet the alchemists anymore. Hence, there was simply no need for him to go and watch the matches. With the skills he possessed, he was better off continuing his business, selling a few more jars of Buddha Jumps Over The Wall Soup!

To him, selling even an extra jar of Buddha Jumps Over The Wall Soup was far more important than competing with those alchemists.

”Hey, Owner Bu, it looks like there's a new dish!”

A sharp-eyed customer, who frequently visited the restaurant, suddenly noticed that a new dish, Spicy Diced Chicken, had been added to the menu, then he turned to smile at Bu Fang.

The customers were all extremely interested in Bu Fang's dishes, so there was no shortage of orders for the new dish, Spicy Diced Chicken.

Bu Fang headed to the kitchen and got himself busy.

Nangong Wuque, who seemed as excited as a little child, came over to the store as well, bringing along his beautiful little sister Nangong Wan.

This guy actually didn't go to see Mu Bai's match today as well.

”Old Bu, you did not tell me that you had a new dish; quick, give me a portion,” Nangong Wuque hollered the moment he entered the restaurant, after having sniffed out Bu Fang's new dish as though he was a dog.

”You're not going to see Mu Bai's match?” Bu Fang asked as he walked out with a portion of Spicy Diced Chicken, which he proceeded to place in front of Nangong Wuque.

”What's there to see? There isn't any meaning in going. With Mu Bai's ability, he will steamroll everything. I'm telling you now: the champion of this Magical Hand Conference can only be Mu Bai, no one else. That monster is someone who can't be bested on the path of refinement!”

Nangong Wuque used the chopsticks to put a piece of chicken into his mouth, and his eyes widened instantly, then he shook his legs and continued, saying, ”Do you know that Mu Bai, that white face, has another nickname? Do you know what it is?” Nangong Wuque the chatterbox had begun to speak again, seemingly with no intention to stop.