Gourmet of Another World

Ji Chengxue looked forward to a sharp stagnation, her face was stiff.

He... he turned me down!

Ji Chengxue was somewhat unbelievable. He was a prince, the three princes of the Empire, noble status, how many people could not relate to him. Today, his personal invitation was refused ruthlessly.

Especially the reason for refusal…

“You're not qualified. ”

When he remembered the expression of the gait, Ji Chengxue felt as if an invisible arrow had stabbed him in the heart.

However, Ji Chengxue's capital is not bad. Although rejected, he was not angry, but smiled slightly.

“Yes, I, the Triple Prince... am not qualified enough.” Ji Chengxue sighed with some loneliness, as if something touched her heart.

The Great Wind Emperor of Qingfeng Empire has three sons, the Great Prince Ji Chengan was listed as a prince ten years ago, and the Second Prince Ji Chengyu was also sealed as a prince by the Great Wind Emperor. Only his three sons, Ji Chengxue, appear to be very much invisible to the Great Wind Emperor. To this day, he is only a general in the army.

Although the status of the general is already high, the Grand Prince and the Second Prince are chilly compared.

“Three Princes...” Xiao Xiaolong saw Ji Chengxue look lonely, worried to ask, but before he finished, he was interrupted by Ji Chengxue.

“Mr. Bo, if you don't want to be the next chef, have you ever thought about entering the royal palace dining room and cooking for the emperor? ”

“If I'm not qualified, then the emperor should be qualified.” Ji Chengxue smiled softly.

He looked at him lightly and frowned. Isn't this guy stupid? Isn't he clear enough?

“I don't want to be anybody's cook, not even the emperor. You have to eat, come straight over, line up, pay. ”

Walking is about becoming a chef god at the top of the food chain in the phantom world. How can you be someone's chef?

Ji Chengxue was silent, and the pedestrian refused to be his cook, which he could understand, but the pedestrian refused to be the Emperor's cook, which was somewhat incredible.

Didn't all chefs dream of entering the dining room and becoming the emperor's royal cook?

What's the dream of that gait?

“Ten yuan crystals of enhanced fried egg rice, pay for it, thank you.” There was no expression on his face and he was too lazy to waste his tongue with the prince.

“You're here for 200 gold coins.” By the way, also towards Xiao Xiaolong Lane.

Ji Chengxue took a deep look at the pedestrian formula and handed him ten yuan crystals. Xiaolong also paid two hundred gold coins, after which they left the shop.

A small shop with only 10 square meters without a plaque, with a big black dog lying on the doorstep, a skinny, long, principled chef, a mysterious puppet, perfect cooking skills, and high-end ingredients that don't know where they come from... the small shop here reveals mystery.

Ji Chengxue walked out of the shop, looked back at the shop, and the corner of his mouth was a little interesting.

Clean up the chopsticks, cool down again in the shop, sit back next to the lazy little darkness, and continue to sunbathe on foot.

However, the fame of the shop was spread because of a farce by Sun Qixiang, and the price of the restaurant's dishes on that day began to be passed on to the entire Beijing Emperor because of the frightening neighborhood.

“There's a strange restaurant in that cove alley, I don't know if you heard! ”

“You mean that black heart restaurant that sells ten yuanjing egg fried rice? ”

“The boss is a fool, how can someone eat that kind of price? If he sells fried eggs, I'll fucking eat all my pancakes from the barbecue shop! ”

……

There are always wealthy people in the world who want to be different from the average person and see the problem differently from the average person.

The tranquillity of the walk didn't last long, but a few figures walked into the shop.

Reclining lazily on a chair, the squares glanced out of their eyes at this group of fat men stepping into a small shop.

These fat men are dressed in gorgeous silk, with gold rings on their big fingers, jade around their necks and jade on their belts.

What a bunch of stand-alone flash houses to marvel at on foot.

“Boss! I hear the food in your shop is expensive! It's more expensive than Phoenix House. Our brothers believe that the more expensive they sell, the better the quality. If your dishes satisfy our stomach, the price is not an issue.” A fat man in gorgeous, piggy gold and silver shouted.

They squeezed into the shop, and they took up all the space in the store.

Standing up with no expression on his face, he said, "What do you want to eat? ”

Fatty glanced at the recipe, squinted his eyes, ten yuan crystal slices of egg fried rice or let the rich fat men pour a sip of cool air.

“Yes, you are a great shop! Just give me a fortified egg fried rice!” Fatty said.

“Warm Tip: For the enhanced version of fried egg rice, fix it to need to reach a three-pint war freak, fix it to not be good enough and don't order.” Pedestrian fade.

“Oops, Brother Kim is a master of 'Light Kung One Plum’, how can he be less than a three-pint warrior! Just cook it!” The other fat men suddenly yelled.

He looked at the fat man without looking at him. He had nothing to do with a plum.

Eventually, the fat guys ordered three stir-fried eggs, four regular stir-fried eggs, seven dried noodles, seven stir-fried green vegetables...

Even if it's calm as a walking formula, it's all a mouth punch. It's a big guy with this size, he can eat it!

It's a blessing to be able to eat. People who can eat by foot love it.

He stepped into the kitchen, devoting himself to cooking, and not too long later, the intense aroma came out of the kitchen and floated throughout the small shop.

“Smells good! I've never smelled fried eggs like this before!” The fat men squeezed their eyes intoxicatingly and pumped their noses.

They're getting excited about this dish.

Just as these fat men were waiting to eat, the gentle, stylish figure slowed down in front of the shop.

Zhao Rusheng looked at the small shop that was crowded with fat, and his face suddenly smoked.

“How could there be so many people?” Zhao Rusong was somewhat surprised.

Fat Kim? It's actually him. Zhao Rusheng quickly recognized one of the fat men.

Fatty Kim, full name rich and rich, is a famous exploder in the Emperor, the family wrapped a yuanjing mineral vein, so rich and oily.

Those other fat men are also famous owners in the capital.

This bunch of guys even went to this little shop to eat? Don't they feel like losing their identity?

“Make way, let me in.” Zhao Rusheng's singing fan was slightly lighter, causing a fat man to tremble all over his body, giving way to a stitch.

Zhao Ruge looked at the stitches and squeezed into the small shop. He happened to encounter a walking formula from the kitchen with a bowl of fried eggs and rice.

The intense aroma wrapped around him like silk, wrapped Zhao like a song, and immersed him in a scent bomb.

“Boss, serve! We can't wait!” Fat Kim's face was trembling and she couldn't wait to shout.

“Enjoy your enhanced egg fried rice.” The egg fried rice was arranged on foot and, to put it mildly, the intention was to turn around and go back to the kitchen.

Zhao Ruge woke up from the drunkenness and was amazed at the cooking skills of the footsteps. No wonder he was able to attract smoke and rain. This cooking technique is truly remarkable.

“Wait, first cook me an enhanced egg fried rice.” Zhao Ruyi said to the pedestrian direction.

“Hey, skinny bastard! You know what I mean?” When a fat man saw Zhao Ruge actually intervene, he was unhappy and shouted out loud.

Zhao Rusheng scornfully swept Fatty's eyes and grinned: “Do you still need to be behind him for dinner? What the hell are you? ”

“Oh, shit! My temper!” The fat man got angry. “I'm the big boss of the Kyocheng Jinxiao Fang, who are you?! ”

“I'm Zhao Rusong.” Zhao Rusong faintly said, confident and arrogant.

Zhao Ruge, son of the left phase, noble, when the name came out, the fat man was suddenly caught in the throat and his eyes widened.

Later, he glanced at Zhao Rusong, and his face was unhappy.

Ok... you old bastard, I won't argue with you.

ps: Under the catfish typhoon invasion code a chapter, ask for a ticket ~