Chapter 8

Glowing fried rice!

Xiaoyanyu's beautiful eyes widened slightly, filled with disbelief. When Xiaolong told her about it, she didn't believe him. Now, seeing it with her own eyes, it still felt surreal.

The rich aroma continuously assaulted Xiaoyanyu's nostrils. The smell was like a lover's gentle caress, making her entire body relax. All other thoughts vanished from her mind, leaving only one: eat it!

After all, Xiaoyanyu was the goddess of the Qingfeng Empire. Even in the face of delicious food, she still wanted to maintain her image. She gently lifted her veil, revealing a pair of lips that were as tender and plump as a peach.

Using a blue-and-white porcelain spoon, she scooped up the fried rice. The not fully cooked egg yolk stretched as the spoon lifted, like golden threads, emitting a faint golden light. Steam rose from the blue-and-white porcelain spoon, accompanied by an even richer aroma.

The heat from the steam flushed Xiaoyanyu's skin, which was as white and tender as tofu, with a rosy hue.

"Big sister, try this enhanced fried rice! How does it taste?" Xiaolong, unable to resist the smell of the fried rice, looked eagerly at Xiaoyanyu as she put a spoonful of fried rice into her mouth and asked anxiously.

The blue-and-white porcelain spoon lightly touched Xiaoyanyu's teeth, and the fried rice entered her mouth, not a single grain left behind. Xiaoyanyu squinted her eyes as the aroma rushed to her brain, as if an aroma bomb had exploded in her mouth.

Her taste buds were completely enveloped and conquered by the flavor of the fried rice.

"Oh~ So good... so delicious!"

Xiaoyanyu's face was dazed, and she let out a soft moan. Then, without paying attention to anyone else, she began to stuff the fried rice into her small, crystal-clear mouth in large bites, her goddess image collapsing in an instant.

She had never eaten such delicious fried rice. As a Fourth Rank Battle Spirit, she was almost capable of fasting, yet a bowl of fried rice had stirred her appetite, which was simply unbelievable. Just as Xiaolong said, this was a magical bowl of fried rice!

Gurgle!

Xiaolong, seeing Xiaoyanyu eating heartily and losing her image, did not mock her but instead showed an envious look. His stomach rumbled like thunder.

Sun Qixiang stared dumbfounded at the goddess Xiao eating voraciously. He was utterly confused.

It's just a bowl of fried rice... Is it really that good?!

Although the fried rice smelled... really good, you don't have to lose your image over a bowl of fried rice, do you?!

"Boss! Is my fried rice ready yet? Hurry up and bring it out! Hurry!"

Although he thought this, Sun Qixiang became even more curious about the fried rice. He closed his paper fan, glanced sideways, and shouted at Bu Fang, who was standing to the side, seemingly smiling at Goddess Xiao.

Bu Fang raised an eyebrow, glanced at Sun Qixiang indifferently, and without a word, turned and entered the kitchen!

"Make it quick! If I don't get your fried rice in three minutes, I'll smash your little shop!" Sun Qixiang threatened arrogantly.

Bu Fang's face was expressionless as he walked into the kitchen and took out a bag of white flour from the food cabinet refrigerator...

Cook fried rice? Ha... Sun Qixiang actually dared to threaten him, to threaten a chef. He would go hungry for a while. He would soon understand the consequences of offending a chef, especially a petty one.

Dry noodles, actually, were quite simple—just mix the noodles with seasonings.

But unlike ordinary dry noodles, Bu Fang's dry noodles were all handmade, with a special technique for kneading the dough, resulting in an extraordinary texture.

For Bu Fang, who had practiced countless times, making a bowl of dry noodles took about ten minutes, including kneading the dough. His kneading technique was a feast for the eyes, his hands moving so fast that they seemed to disappear, leaving only a blur on the dough.

After kneading, he stretched the noodles, applying even pressure and sprinkling some flour, then placed the thin noodles in boiling water.

The water used to blanch the noodles was not ordinary. It was clear and bright, with no impurities. As it boiled, steam rose, and it seemed to have a sweet and refreshing taste.

While blanching the noodles, Bu Fang began to season them. He strictly measured the salt, soy sauce, and MSG, added a little hot water, and then took out the blanched noodles, placing them in a blue-and-white porcelain bowl. He used bamboo chopsticks to mix them, ensuring the soy sauce color fully penetrated the translucent noodles.

A steaming bowl of dry noodles was thus completed.

No soup, no eggs, no vegetables—just plain dry noodles.

Bu Fang carried the bowl of dry noodles out of the kitchen. Unlike the fried rice, it didn't have a strong aroma, but the color of the dry noodles was enough to stimulate one's appetite at first glance.

Sun Qixiang, seeing Bu Fang carrying a blue-and-white porcelain bowl out of the kitchen, thought his fried rice had arrived and excitedly walked over to take it.

"This is the dry noodles for that little sissy." Bu Fang dodged indifferently and said calmly.

Sun Qixiang's face froze, glaring at Bu Fang, squinting his eyes, "I asked for fried rice! Who told you to make dry noodles? Do you want to keep your shop open?!"

Bu Fang ignored Sun Qixiang, placing the dry noodles in front of Xiaolong and said calmly, "This is the dry noodles you ordered. Please enjoy."

Xiaolong's eyes lit up. He was so hungry from the enhanced fried rice that he had forgotten about the insult. Even though the dry noodles weren't fried rice, having something to eat was better than nothing!

The color of the dry noodles, tinged with soy sauce, and the aroma, though not as strong as the fried rice, still filled his nostrils with a lingering fragrance.

A bowl of dry noodles for 100 gold coins couldn't be ordinary!

Xiaolong picked up a strand of noodles with his chopsticks and eagerly put it in his mouth.

Slurp!

Xiaolong's eyes widened. The noodles seemed to come alive, instantly sliding into his mouth, elastic and bouncy, even bouncing off the walls of his mouth, giving him an unusual sensation, as if countless tiny hands were tickling his mouth.

Oh~~

Xiaolong's mouth was full of noodles, his eyes squinted, and he shook his head, savoring the experience.

Seeing Xiaolong's eating, Sun Qixiang's curiosity could no longer be contained. He desperately wanted to taste the delicious food.

"Go to the kitchen now! I want to taste the fried rice and dry noodles immediately!"

Sun Qixiang glared coldly at Bu Fang.

"Seems you've forgotten who you're talking to. And don't rush me. If you do, I'll add you to the blacklist."

Bu Fang frowned, his dissatisfaction growing. This guy was asking for trouble.

"Ha! You're so arrogant. Do you think I can't tear down your little shop in a minute?!" Sun Qixiang threatened, pressing his paper fan against Bu Fang's chest.

Bu Fang smiled, a rare occurrence, making his smile look stiff.

Then he said nothing, turned, and entered the kitchen.

About thirty minutes later, Bu Fang came out unhurriedly.

Xiaolong and Xiaoyanyu had already finished eating but hadn't left. They were preparing to pay, and mainly to see the stir-fried vegetables.

They had already seen the fried rice and dry noodles, leaving only the stir-fried vegetables.

Judging by the style of this shop, these stir-fried vegetables were definitely not ordinary.

Seeing his food being served, Sun Qixiang, who had been hungry and listless, became excited and quickly snatched the tray from Bu Fang's hands.

The tray held four dishes: two bowls of fragrant fried rice, a bowl of beautifully colored dry noodles, and... a single, vibrant green... leaf?!

Sun Qixiang had ordered all the dishes, so Bu Fang had cooked all of them.

It seemed that the green leaf might be the legendary... stir-fried vegetables.

"Are you brain-dead? Can't you serve one dish at a time? You're trying to starve me to death, aren't you?!" Sun Qixiang, intoxicated by the smell of the fried rice, turned to scold Bu Fang.

Bu Fang didn't bother to respond. Offend a chef and expect to eat on time? Not being delayed by a couple of hours was already a good deal.

Why did Bu Fang serve the dishes so early? It wasn't because he was afraid of Sun Qixiang, but for a reason...

"System, is the thing you gave me effective?"

"【Abyss Pepper Sauce】: Made from carefully selected black-red chili peppers grown in the abyss, extremely spicy. After being refined by the daily breath of abyss demons, it is incredibly potent. One drop is enough to make you feel like you're on fire; one spoonful can distort your body and make you doubt the world; one jar is fatal."

The system seriously and earnestly introduced the spoonful of pepper sauce that Bu Fang had added to the fried rice with a poker face.

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