1119 Empress Bi Luo and an Imperial Feas (1/2)
”Now, tell me. What's your name?”
The Empress' chuckles echoed in the palace. Her voice was quite pleasant to the ears. Although it sounded gentle, there was still a trace of coldness in it.
Her words had surprised Bu Fang.
He's the second man who set foot in this place in several thousand years?
The first one was called Nether King Tian Cang?
Wait a minute!
Bu Fang was confused. The gaze he was directing at the hovering Empress turned skeptical.
”Who is Nether King Tian Cang? I know only of a Nether King named Er Ha,” Bu Fang asked, the corners of his lips twitching.
”Nether King Er Ha… I don't know him. Anyway, that Nether King Tian Cang was very fathomable. He was really strong. My mother, ah… Right, that Nether King Tian Cang is dead. I heard that he attacked Nether Prison and died away from home.”
The Empress sat back down on her golden throne and crossed her slender legs. Her white calves pressed on each other, creating a stunning curve.
She raised her chin, looking at Bu Fang.
”Attacked Nether Prison? Died away from home?”
Bu Fang took in a breath of cold air. After he'd heard that, he now knew who Nether King Tian Cang was.
”Is that Nether King Er Ha's father?”
”Yeah... I don't care about him. Tell me your name. Why do you want to go to God Vanishing Mountain?” the Empress asked casually, as though these matters were nothing more than domestic issues.
The other women exchanged looks, at a loss for words.
However, they didn't interrupt their Empress' interrogation. They didn't have the guts to do that anyway.
”I'm called Bu Fang. I'm a chef,” Bu Fang said sternly.
”A chef?”
The moment Bu Fang said that, chatters broke out in the palace once more.
The Empress was surprised for a moment, then her red lips curled into a beautiful grin.
”A chef? Someone that cooks in a kitchen?”
”Your understanding is correct,” said Bu Fang.
He was a simple chef who had opened restaurants…
”Interesting. How good are you at cooking compared to the chef in our Spring Wind Pavilion? The chef in Spring Wind Pavilion is the best chef in our city,” the Empress, who was sitting comfortably on her throne, said casually.
Bu Fang frowned. He did not understand the Empress' intention.
However, he still exhaled.
”I am… invincible.”
The moment those words rang out in the hall, an uproar broke out.
This man is too arrogant!
Spring Wind Pavilion's chef was the best chef in their Goddess City. Every time Her Majesty held an imperial feast, she would ask the chefs from Spring Wind Pavilion to cook.
And now, this man was thinking that he was better at cooking than Spring Wind Pavilion's chef?
Bu Fang's expression was cold.
The Empress narrowed her eyes, studying Bu Fang. After a while, she raised her hand.
”You want to know the way to God Vanishing Mountain? Do you know what kind of place it is?” asked the Empress.
”The God Vanishing Mountain of Earth Prison. I only know that I must go there.” Bu Fang sounded serious.
The fate of the Immortal Cooking Realm rested on the outcome of this mission. No matter what, he must collect water from the Spring of Life in God Vanishing Mountain.
”I don't know why you men want to go to God Vanishing Mountain. Anyway, I don't need to know. I can give you a chance, though. Let's see if you can grab it or not.” The Empress looked at Bu Fang and placed her slender fingers on her lips.
”What is it?” Bu Fang frowned. ”I really don't have time.”
”It's no use even if you say you're in a hurry. If you want to go to God Vanishing Mountain, you will need me to show you the way. If I don't take you there, you will never be able to get there.”
The Empress smiled faintly, then added, ”You have no choice but to behave and try to catch the chance I'm giving you. Perhaps you can even make me take you to God Vanishing Mountain.”
Bu Fang furrowed his brows. If the Empress' words were true, getting to God Vanishing Mountain would be a really difficult task.
”Alright, I agree. What do you require? Tell me.”
Bu Fang exhaled. The bandage wound back around his arm, and he retrieved the Black Turtle Constellation Wok.
The Empress leaned to the side, revealing even more of her straight, alluring thighs.
”The chance I'm giving you is… to cook an imperial feast that will satisfy me.”
A feast?
Bu Fang was surprised. Nonetheless, he nodded.
Cooking a feast wasn't just to cook a dish. He needed to cook many dishes, and he must cook them with different meanings.
Compared to normal cooking, it was a little more difficult to prepare a feast.
Bu Fang had never cooked for a feast before. However, it didn't affect his confidence.
”No problem. When?” Bu Fang asked.
The Empress looked at him with a weird expression.
”Hey, you're a little dumb, aren't you? Do you think you can cook my imperial feast at any time? There are many people lining up to cook for me. You… must get the qualification to cook the feast first.
”As for how to get the qualification, I don't know. Go and figure it out yourself. Alright, I'm tired. I don't want to talk more. Dismissed,” the Empress said.
Her red lips parted as she yawned. After that, she waved her hand to dismiss the others.
Bu Fang, who had more questions to ask, furrowed his brows.
Lin Damei suddenly placed her hand on his shoulder. ”Shut your mouth. Her Majesty has dismissed you. Just leave now.”
Boom!
Lin Damei stomped hard, and with a loud blast, she had speedily dragged Bu Fang out of the great hall.
Creak.
The massive doors of the golden hall slowly closed.
Darkness slowly engulfed the place.
Bu Fang, who was being led away, looked back. Through the narrow slit between the closing doors, he could see the breathtaking empress, who was lying on her side.
Their eyes met.
Eventually, the doors closed with a loud thud.
The Empress looked away and got up from the throne.
Everyone else had been dismissed.
She stretched, arching her back. Her breasts jiggled so much that it looked like they would bounce off her chest.