Gourmet of Another World

Chapter 16: Nude Streaking Is the Trend in the Imperial City This Year

Translator: OnGoingWhy Editor: Vermillion

Zhao Ruge was actually a low-key person. He never showed off the fact that he was the son of the Minister of the Left because he did not want to grow up under his father’s shadow.

Strictly speaking, Zhao Ruge was not a playboy like Sun Qixiang because he was an idealist. He hoped that one day when people mentioned Zhao Ruge, they would first think of him instead of his identity as the son of the Minister of the Left.

That was why Zhao Ruge learned martial arts when he was five years old, studied poetry and literature when he was nine and was familiar with the Hundred Schools of Thought by the time he was fifteen. He wanted to become a master of stratagems, so he needed the necessary knowledge and experience.

Even though he did not achieve any stunning achievements in recent years, his efforts were not in vain. At the very least, his name was feared by many people within the imperial city.

Fatty Jin was one of them. As the affluent owner of a crystal mine, he had no choice but to deal with court officials. That was why he knew much more than others, like the fact that Zhao Ruge devised a strategy to kill a fifth grade Battle-King from a Sect.

He knew that Zhao Ruge was a ruthless, meticulous, tenacious and ambitious person.

”Since young master Zhao wishes to order first, then let him go first,” Fatty Jin said while lifting up his head and continuing to eat his food. He did not wish to see his buddies clash with that insidious Zhao Ruge, otherwise they might die one day without even knowing why.

The other obese men could only bitterly step back.

Zhao Ruge was very pleased with their reactions. He disdainfully glanced at them and arrogantly sneered.

Bu Fang had been indifferently looking on since the beginning. He did not say anything and could not be bothered to do so.

At last, Zhao Ruge looked at Bu Fang once more and demandingly said, ”Why haven’t you gone in to cook my food? What are you waiting for?”

Bu Fang was expressionless as he indifferently replied, ”Our store’s rules are: takeout is forbidden; each customer can order each dish only once per day; creating a disturbance is forbidden; queue jumping is forbidden; and the opening hours lasts three hours.”

”Are you emphasizing that queue jumping is forbidden?” Zhao Ruge chuckled, he did not think much of it. It was only the rules of a little store in a remote alleyway. Rules were made by men and were meant to be broken.

Bu Fang knitted his eyebrows and solemnly said, ”No, I am emphasizing that creating a disturbance and queue jumping is forbidden. Also... the opening hours lasts three hours and there is only half an hour left.”

”If I am telling you to cook my food, then you should go and cook them! You’re just a mere cook, what’s with all this nonsense! The fact that I am eating here is a great honor for you. Don’t push your luck,” Zhao Ruge was getting tired of speaking with Bu Fang and his expression turned cold as he angrily shouted. Then he kicked an obese man sitting nearby to make him give up his seat.

Here was another idiot who offended the future God of Cooking.

Bu Fang was still expressionless. ”Rulebreakers will be blacklisted and the store will no longer provide any services to them, so please queue up accordingly.”

After Bu Fang finished what he wanted to say, he entered the kitchen and completely ignored the enraged Zhao Ruge who was banging the table.

After a while, a bowl of Egg-Fried Rice was ready. Bu Fang carried it out and placed it in front of one of the obese man, ignoring the outraged Zhao Ruge.

Another Egg-Fried Rice was completed, but Zhao Ruge was still not being served.

After Bu Fang continuously cooked seven servings of Egg-Fried Rice, a rich fragrance had completely enveloped the store, it was as if the store had transformed into a sea of fragrance. Zhao Ruge, who was immersed within it, felt as if time seemed to stretched on forever. His stomach was continuously rumbling.

”What are you doing! Why is my Egg-Fried Rice still not done yet?!” Zhao Ruge, who had been waiting for quite some time, could not endure it any more.

Bu Fang simply glanced at him and said, ”There are still three servings of Dry-Mixed Noodles and three servings of Stir-Fried Vegetables before your Egg-Fried Rice.”

Zhao Ruge took in a deep breath. As the raging anger within his chest started to sprout, his hair fluttered around in the air and bright lights circulated on his skin.