535 To Help you Win Against that Chef….. It’s Good Stuff (1/2)
Bu Fang and Nethery returned to the restaurant straightaway, without taking note of the lady who had brushed past their shoulders.
Although the woman's features were fairly stunning, Bu Fang paid her no mind.
Nethery—who was a lady herself, albeit one with a cold attitude—also did not think much of the saintess; at that moment, all she thought about was the fragrant Dragon Blood Rice.
Ever since she began to follow Bu Fang, the spirit energy in her body had always been constantly refilled, so she no longer had to worry about the backlash. This made her extremely satisfied; this lifestyle was pretty good for her.
The fact that her face got rosier by the day was a testament to this.
When the two returned to the restaurant, they found Lord Dog lazily lying below the Path-Understanding Tree, having good dreams. ”This lazy dog…”
Bu Fang went to the kitchen and washed his hands, then began to cook Lord Dog's Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs and Nethery's Dragon Blood Rice.
As he carried the dishes out of the kitchen, the sleeping Lord Dog seemed to have an epiphany, and its eyes flew open. The plump dog excitedly rushed over to the table and stared at Bu Fang, with its tongue hanging out.
This dog could never sleep when he perceived food, eh…
Eat, then sleep. Sleep, then eat... The lazy dog's figure grew plumper by the day, and now, it was a certified fat dog.
To think that when he first saw Blacky back then, it was such a slender dog.
Bu Fang shook his head as he watched the happy Blacky scarf its food down, then he sighed and turned to look at Nethery. Wasn't her appetite even greater than that dog's…
Bu Fang stared blankly. He looked at the glamorous Nethery, then at the fat dog, and back to Nethery again.
Nethery was still as slender as ever, but if she kept this gluttonous attitude up, wouldn't she end up as fat as that fat dog?
No way! That was a sight that would hurt the eyes. It seemed he needed to control Nethery's diet in the future. Nethery might not care about her figure, but as her boss, he felt the responsibility to show a little care for his workers.
When Nethery and Lord Dog finished their meals, they both lazily stretched at the same time, then the dog went back beneath the Path-Understanding Tree, while the Netherworld woman went into the Netherworld Ship. Both were of the same mind: they were going to sleep.
Bu Fang was speechless as he cleaned up the tableware. These two lazy fellows…
After packing the tableware, Bu Fang returned to the kitchen. Whitey stood at its usual spot, beside the kitchen door, with Shrimpy laying atop its head, snoozing out bubbles.
There was another lazy fellow there too, a prawn…
Bu Fang found it funny that he was taking care of three lazy beings. Unlike those three, who only knew how to sleep, Whitey was much better.
After giving Whitey's belly a slight rub, Bu Fang stood before the stove, pondering what he should cook next. He initially did not plan to participate in the next round.
However, Mao Shi's words made him a little uncomfortable, so Bu Fang felt he ought to teach the kid a little lesson; if he let Mao Shi taste despair, he would understand the terror that a chef could pose.
Bu Fang rubbed his chin, contemplating seriously.
Suddenly, his eyes lit up as though he had thought of something, and he hurriedly asked the system a question, in excitement:
”System, the Magic Hand Conference has crystals as rewards. Do these crystals count as part of the business's revenue?” Bu Fang asked seriously, as this was something extremely important.
The system did not reply immediately. It was silent for a while before it proceeded to answer Bu Fang's question:
”It counts… The crystals obtained from ranking in the Magical Hands Conference will be counted into the host's business revenue.”
Bu Fang was silent, but he was overjoyed on the inside. He had only just thought of that and decided to ask. He did not think that the crystal rewards from the Magical Hands Conference would be counted as part of his business revenue.
Now, he really had to take part in the competition; even if it was just for the crystals, he would see the competition through till the end.
For the crystals!
It was all for the crystals!
Bu Fang clenched his fists, and his face turned serious.
Crystals were the most beautiful things in this world.
Since he had already uttered such big words, Bu Fang knew that he had to take things seriously if he did not want to lose face. He had to try his hardest to get his opponent to blow up their furnace.
Should he cook another spicy dish? Or, should he cook another stinky dish like Stinky Tofu, one that denied the possibility of having any friends? Or perhaps should he cook another fragrant dish that brought one a countless number of friends…
As these thoughts ran through his mind, Bu Fang felt that if he did one of these, his chances of victory would still be pretty low; after all, Mao Shi's level of skill at alchemy was pretty high, so he wouldn't be so easily affected.
Such a normal impact may have no influence on him.
Bu Fang twirled the knife in his hand as he slowly paced around the kitchen, seriously contemplating this conundrum.
If Mao Shi's furnace did not explode, he would be the one who lost; thus, he would have to make an extremely stimulating dish. However, making a dish capable of causing Mao Shi to blow up his own furnace… was a difficult task to accomplish. He was currently unable to come up with any dishes that could do that.
Mao Shi had a high cultivation level, strong vitality, and lots of energy; an ordinary dish would have no effect on him.
This gave Bu Fang a headache.
Even after twirling the knife in his grip a few more times, Bu Fang still had not come up with anything. He continued to think as he put back the Black Turtle Constellation Wok and the Golden Dragon Bone Kitchen Knife, then returned to his room. He proceeded to have a warm shower, and after that, he walked to his bed.
Even after towel-drying his moist hair, Bu Fang still had not come up with any ideas.