970 Improved Stinky Tofu, the Appetizer for the Opening Day (1/2)
The Black Dragon King returned with a dark face.
After giving Xuanyuan Xiahui the invitation, he ran to the Immortal Kitchen Pavilion, where he had experienced an unpleasant feeling.
Everybody there looked at him with strange eyes…
Being a moving cooking ingredient, the Black Dragon King felt his little heart beating frantically.
Luckily, he had successfully delivered all the invitations.
As soon as he returned to the restaurant, he felt really exhausted. He stripped off his black cloak, slumping weakly on the floor.
Flowery was sitting by Lord Dog, taking in heaven and earth spirit energy to cultivate.
The spirit energy in the Immortal Cooking Realm was much thicker than in the Hidden Dragon Continent. Thus, Flowery's cultivation base was rocketing.
\”Daughter, come, hug your old man… Your father needs to be comforted,\” the Black Dragon King cried out, calling Flowery in the distance.
Flowery was a little perplexed. Then, she turned around, hugging Lord Dog's thigh.
The Black Dragon King snapped his mouth shut. He couldn't help but raise his hand and cover his mouth, feeling like an invisible arrow had stabbed his chest.
F*ck you, mangy dog. You flirted with my daughter!
In the kitchen, Bu Fang seemed to hear the Black Dragon King's commotion. He slowly walked out of the kitchen, wearing a face mask that showed only his eyes. His Vermillion Robe was flapping with radiance.
\”Oh, you're back? Did you deliver all the invitations?\” Bu Fang asked the Black Dragon King.
However, in response, the Black Dragon King only looked at him with a resentful, whining widow face.
His look made Bu Fang shudder. \”If you got something to say, just spit it out… We're family.\”
\”Bu Fang, my little friend, I just want to live peacefully in the restaurant and be a handsome man, so please, don't give me any work that requires me to show my face outside,\” the Black Dragon King said with great emotion.
Bu Fang blinked, checking the Black Dragon King's bald head.
Just quietly be a baldie?
It was okay, though. After all, they wouldn't need to deliver invitations in the future.
\”Oh… It's good that you're back. I've made a new dish. You can try it later,\” Bu Fang said, then returned to his kitchen.
A new dish?
The Black Dragon King's eyes lit up. In an instant, he got up from the floor and took a seat.
The tables in the restaurant were arranged in a circle, facing the kitchen. Although the Black Dragon King couldn't see what was going on in the kitchen, he was really looking forward to it.
Wow… This arrangement wasn't bad at all.
Rubbing his bald head, the Black Dragon King waited patiently.
At this moment, Nether King Er Ha descended the stairs, holding a Spicy Strip in his mouth. When he saw the Black Dragon King sitting at the table with an expectant face, his eyes brightened.
\”Hey, Old Black. What are you doing?\”
The Black Dragon King looked at Nether King Er Ha, saying, \”Nothing. I'm just waiting to eat. Little friend Bu Fang is preparing a new dish for me.\”
New dish?
Nether King Er Ha's eyes flashed.
\”Interesting. This king doesn't have anything to do. I'll wait here with you. It should be a surprise.\” As he said that, he sat beside the Black Dragon King, facing the kitchen.
As both of them waited for Bu Fang's new dish, an aroma diffused from the kitchen.
The Black Dragon King and Nether King Er Ha squinted.
\”Is that the smell of his new dish? No… It smells familiar,\” Nether King Er Ha said, wrinkling his nose.
\”Familiar? Well, it smells good anyway.\” The Black Dragon King narrowed his eyes, wrinkling his nose.
\”No, I really remember this smell. It smells like Papillion meat. Oh…\”
\”Dragon meat?\” The Black Dragon King arched his brow.
Ding. Ding. Ding.
The metal bell hanging on the kitchen's door frame sounded.
A moment later, Bu Fang walked out, holding a piping-hot dish. Hot steam rose from it.
\”That's the new dish?\” Nether King Er Ha rolled his eyes.
The Black Dragon King also wore a dumbstruck face.
\”No. It's Blacky's Sweet 'n' Sour Dragon Ribs to thank for his paw,\” Bu Fang said, still wearing the facemask.
Nether King Er Ha's face turned blank. That should be his ten Spicy Strips…
The moment Lord Dog smelled the Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs, he got up smoothly and walked over to the dining table.
Bu Fang placed the Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs in front of Lord Dog. The dog mumbled something before grabbing the porcelain plate, chomping.
\”The new dish will come later,\” Bu Fang said. Then, he turned around and returned to the kitchen.
Chomp. Chomp.
In the quiet restaurant, besides one's own breathing, people could only hear Lord Dog chomping the Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs.
The chewing and smacking sounds were a happy and satisfying noise of being conquered by good food.
Nether King Er Ha took out his last piece of Spicy Strip. With a shaking hand, he put it into his mouth and started to suck it.
A moment later…
Ding. Ding. Ding.
The metal bell jingled again. That meant Bu Fang was about to serve his food.
The Black Dragon King and Nether King Er Ha were so excited, looking at the lean figure walking out of the kitchen with anticipation.
A strong and out-of-this-world smell wafted out…
\”Bleeeuuurrrggghh!\”
The Black Dragon King's face went stiff and turned black. His nostrils squeezed the moment he took in the smell, and he couldn't help but vomit.
Nether King Er Ha was dumbstruck. A moment later, he pinched his nose, his face turning black as well.
\”Bu Fang young man, is that your new dish? Isn't it the f*cking stinky tofu?!\”
Wearing a facemask, Bu Fang placed the stinky tofu in front of the Black Dragon King and Nether King Er Ha.