âYour Sweet ânâ Sour Ribs are ready, please enjoy your meal.â
Bu Fangâs soft voice rang out, pulling the elder out from his train of thought over the bourgeoning bud. The elder gave Bu Fang a look, and his expression was heavy with ponderation.
The elder stood up and squinted at the bourgeoning bud with reluctant eyes, as his gaze gave the impression of being in the middle of a struggle.
The Five Stripes Path-Understanding Fruit Tree was too big of an enticement for a seventh grade Battle-Saint. No Battle-Saints could overcome the temptation of this spirit tree. After all, once the spirit tree bears fruit, it would blossom into the Five Stripes Path-Understanding Fruit, a Path-Understanding Fruit that may help a seventh grade Battle-Saint ascend to the eight grade echelon.
Even a handful of eighth grade War-Gods would find it hard to resist the allurement of this Path-Understanding Fruit Tree.
âAre you the owner of this store?â The elder peered at Bu Fang and inquired.
Bu Fang looked back nonchalantly, nodding his head.
âDo you know what kind of tree you are planting here?â The elder pointed at the bourgeoning bud within the earthen-yellow flower pot, and his countenance exhibited a stern solemness.
Given the counterpartâs grave expression, Bu Fang couldnât help but feel startled inside.
âNo idea.â Bu Fang shook his head. He truly did not know what this seed would germinate into. Since this elder seemed to know, then he should give it a try and ask.
âYou actually donât know? Then why would you attend the Hundred Family Banquet and win this seed?â The corners of the elderâs mouth twitched violently and he asked with a rather seething tone. If it werenât for Bu Fang sticking his oar into the matter, his two disciples would have already brought the seed back.
âCould it be this seed would grow into something incredible?â Bu Fang probed tentatively. By the looks of this elder, he was bound to know about this seed.
The elder heaved a sigh and gazed at Bu Fang with pity, âYou actually think this seed is something good? Yes, for some its considered a treasure, as for others⌠this seed is a terrifying impending death rune.
A death impending rune?! This terrorizing?! Bu Fangâs heart jolted.
Surely this seed wouldnât blossom into a toxic substance? No way, the patterned lines emitted a righteous, healthy energy.
âDo you know the saying that the precious stone may land its possessor in jail? Holding on to something one has no ability to protect, no matter how precious the object is, would only be equivalent to a death impending rune.
Bu Fang blinked his eyes and his face suddenly became expressionless.
After all the fuss, it turned out that the elder was implying that this seed would blossom into something extremely valuable, but because Bu Fangâs capability could not sufficiently safeguard it, it would result in an ensuing tragedy for Bu Fang.
But this news nonetheless prompted Bu Fang to sigh in relief.
If the seed would sprout into a toxic substance, then Bu Fang really couldnât do anything but discard it, but⌠if it was about Bu Fang being unable to guard it, then he could only give a snort of contempt.
âThe security capability of this store was universally recognized. If this store couldnât protect it, then a mere seventh level Battle-God like you, old man, would have an even slimmer chance of safeguarding it.â
The elder didnât say anything else, but sat down before the table and turned his attention to the gourmet cuisine. Seeing the Sweet ânâ Sour Ribs within the plate instantly stimulated his appetite.
Bu Fangâs Sweet ânâ Sour Ribs, crystal-tangerine-toned, suffused with a delicate fragrance, emanated a rich meaty aroma. It made oneâs mouth water and in a hurry to dig in.
A bamboo chopstick picked up a piece of Sweet ânâ Sour Rib. With a gentle bite, the tangerine toned Sweet ânâ Sour juice instantaneously spread within oneâs mouth. The plump flesh and meaty aroma burst forth in a flash, utterly intoxicating the elder.
âGourmet delicacy⌠a gourmet delicacy that is hard to come across!â
The Ghost Chef was thoroughly stunned. Not even someone like him saw that coming. The youngster before his eyes had achieved such a high standard in his cooking abilities.
However, this wasnât what shocked him the most. One piece of rib down his throat, and his eyes bulged to a new level of roundedness⌠because this Sweet ânâ Sour Ribs was bursting with a staggering surge of spirit energy.
âWhy can a dish contain such a rich level of spirit energy? Could it be that Owner Bu has a unique method of retaining the spirit energy of ingredients? â
Pieces of Sweet ânâ Sour Ribs were eaten in a row. The delicious taste was a no-brainer, but in every piece of rib an incredible amount of energy was hidden. The energy combined was stronger than that of the elixirs he consumed.
A bowl of Sweet ânâ Sour Ribs for fifty crystals, the elder suddenly felt like it was worth it.
Bu Fang pocketed the fifty crystals that the elder handed over. His gaze fell onto the elder. He liked customers as such, who didnât drag their feet when it was time to pay.
âOwner Bu, letâs negotiate about something, how about giving this burgeoning bud to me? You should know, with your cultivation level you definitely wonât be able to safeguard it,â the elder remarked.
Bu Fang was immediately speechless. How wouldnât it be safe in his territory⌠this old man was so damn ridiculous.
âNo.â Bu Fang rejected coldly.
The elder was instantly enraged. This fellow was merely a fifth grade Battle-King. Where did he get the guts to decline his offer?
âThis old fellow isnât lying to you. Once your seed matures, it will undoubtedly attract many seventh grade Battle-Saints!â The elder earnestly explained to Bu Fang.
âAre seventh grade Battle-Saints such hotshots? If they dare to cause a disturbance here, then donât blame me for throwing them out one by one,â Bu Fang said, unflustered.
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JuanâEr wore a lilac floral dress today, thoroughly showing off her slim figure. In her arms was a food container, and in it was the egg tart on which Juanâer wanted to consult Bu Fang.
âEgg tart?â The Ghost Chef, though still preoccupied with Bu Fang, suddenly found his eyes lighting up. He inquisitively looked at the food container in JuanâErâs hands, feeling anxious.
JuanâErâs arrival broke off the back and forth between him and Bu Fang, successfully diverting both of their attentions.
There werenât that many customers in the store today, so after Fatty Jinâs group finished their meals and left, there were plenty of empty spots.
JuanâEr meticulously took the egg tart out of the food container. Once the lid was lifted, a rich creamy scent spread, with a strong, swelling aroma. Thought it couldnât compare to Bu Fangâs Egg Tart, just judging by the fragrance, it still seemed pretty decent.
âBu⌠Owner Bu, this is the egg tart I made from scratch, please give it a taste.â JuanâEr placed down the egg tart, took a step back, and glanced at Bu Fang in considerable deference.
Bu Fang nodded his head, and his gaze fell upon the egg tart. The tint of the egg tart looked fine, much better than that of the first egg tart he taste tested.
Picking up the egg tart, Bu Fang took a gentle bite, and the creamy aroma instantly burst forth, transporting him to a place of boundless sky and vast plains, with herds of cows and sheep roaming through the grass.
JuanâEr batted her eyes, solemnly fixated on Bu Fang. She wanted to hear Bu Fang offer some words of commendation, that way Owner Bu would finally teach her how to make egg tarts his way.
Bu Fang chewed, nodding his head as he munched away, and finally lifted his eyes to give JuanâEr a glance.
âHowâs the taste?â JuanâEr asked excitedly.
Bu Fang did not respond right away. He looked at JuanâEr, whose composure was stirring in agitation, and replied placidly, âIt hasnât reached my anticipated expectations yet. Go back and practice some more, then let me try it next again next time.â
From an utmost high to an absolute low, the crash can be achieved in a flash.
Having been rejected by Bu Fang mercilessly, JuanâErâs joyful complexion froze, and instantly shifted to dispiritedness.
âSâŚSorry, Iâll definitely try harder. Iâll go back and mull over this again, next time Iâll absolutely make an egg tart that will satisfy Owner Bu.â
Bu Fang admired JuanâErâs temperament, because this lady had a true commitment to gourmet cuisine. Even though her egg tart had yet to reach Bu Fangâs standard, she still unwaveringly persisted to continue studying its cooking method.
JuanâEr left as quickly as she arrived. Stubbornly hugging her food container as she left the store, she headed back to continue studying the egg tart.
Other customers of the store also departed in a scattered manner, and only the odd old man was left now.
âEgg tart? The ones made by that lassie should be pretty good, why didnât it pass the test?â The Ghost Chef asked out of curiosity.
Bu Fang frowned, flickered a glance at the old man, and cooly replied, âThere doesnât need to be a reason. If I think it hasnât reached my expectation, then itâs not there yet.â
The elder blanched, suddenly at a loss for words.
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Bu Fang looked at the dumbfounded elder, then turned around to head back to the kitchen.
âYou truly donât intend to give me the spirit treeâs burgeoning bud?â The elder gazed at Bu Fangâs back and asked.
Bu Fang ignored him and scurried straight back to the kitchen to practice cooking. He could no longer be bothered to retort this old manâs words.
The elder emitted a long sigh. He felt regretful as he gazed at the burgeoning branches, and announced, âYou lad, will regret your decision⌠Just wait till you are encircled by a group of ferocious Battle-Saints. Letâs see how youâll fare then!â
The elder held his hands behind his back, shaking his head as he left the store, and his shadow gradually disappeared into the alleyway.