Gourmet of Another World

Chapter 183: The Sweet ’n’ Sour Ribs Eaten by the Dog

Translator: E.3.3. Editor: Vermillion

In the dark evening, two crescent moons intertwined, emitting a chilling glow, as if the earth was masked with a gossamer veil.

Fang Fang’s Little Store was well lit, with waves of hot mist floating out. There was aroma within the hot air, and spirit energy fused within the fragrance. The two intermingled and fulfilled each other.

With the passing of time, the bustle within the store slowly passed, and the hot mist waned.

Bu Fang stood perfectly straight by the store’s entrance. The crowd was thoroughly relished. Tonight’s grilled fish made them eat their fill, and their faces were blushing from the rich amount of spirit energy within dish. The tender and juicy fish meat, the permeating fragrance, and the bubbling soup all rendered them uncontrollably insatiable.

One by one, the pleased crowd waved their goodbyes to Fu Bang, walked out of the alleyway, and left for home with a satisfied rub on their bellies.

Ouyang Xiaoyi was no longer cross. She beckoned to Bu Fang and then left the store with Xiao Yanyu. Two shadows, one graceful and one perky, slowly disappeared into the dark night.

”Hun? Are the egg tarts you’ve prepared for me to taste in this food container? Remember… You only have two chances.” Bu Fang glimpsed at the last two figures. One was the burping, red-faced Luo Sanniang, the other a blushing darling, Juan’Er.

Without a doubt, Bu Fang was asking Juan’Er.

Juan’Er heard Bu Fang’s words, but shook her head resolutely, and said: ”Not today, I’ll make a new patch of egg tarts tomorrow for Owner Bu to taste. Today’s… has gone cold, and thus it’ll affect the taste.”

Bu Fang was slightly taken back, but didn’t say anything and merely nodded his head.

”Owner Bu, your grilled fish tastes truly amazing! Even though you’ve got flaws up and down, your cooking is sincerely good! I, Luo Sanniang, am utterly won over by your cooking.” Luo Sanniang ogled at Bu Fang with a flushed face, and then chuckled.

Bu Fang remained calm, as he was well aware of this lady’s unruly and crazy ways, and had already learned how to get a grip of himself.

The two also quickly bid farewell to Bu Fang and left the alley.

The alleyway, which had just been bustling with noise, suddenly regained its serenity. Bu Fang let out a long breath, glanced at Blacky who was sleeping by the door, curled his lips, turned back toward the store, and shut the door on his way in.

Exhausting… right now, he just wanted to hit the hay.

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”Blacky, time to eat.”

It was morning, Bu Fang finished up his daily practice of knife and carving training, and painstakingly cooked a serving of Sweet ’n’ Sour Ribs. He carried the ribs outside of the store as he softly called out.

Blacky’s nose twitched and its eyes twinkled as it gawked at the Sweet ’n’ Sour Ribs in Bu Fang’s hands. ”This Lord Dog has ribs to feast on again!”

Bu Fang placed the ribs in front of the big black dog, rubbed Blacky’s silky, smooth, immaculate fur, then stood up and headed back into the store.

Bu Fang’s steps came to a halt and his pupils slightly constricted as he glanced at the earthy-yellow flower pot in the corner.

”Hmm? This… this has already grown into a sapling?” Bu Fang muttered, dumbfounded. The seed hadn’t been planted within the flower pot for too long, yet a bark had already sprung up. From the bark, new green leaves sprouted, and the plant was on its way to becoming a sapling.

Bu Fang became rather intrigued. He squatted down before the flower pot, and squinted at the budding leaves. On every single piece of leaf there were intricate patterns. These lines of patterns twisted and turned, dazzling its beholder.

”Four strips? No… five strips of pattern!” Bu Fang carefully counted the number of patterned lines on the leave, finally tallying up the right number.

He stood up. Even though he didn’t know what kind of fruits this seed would bear, the faint spirit energy emitting from the leaves proved this seed was extraordinary.

Although it didn’t have much spirit energy, it circulated inside the store, and formed a unique ambience within.

It was a deeply mystifying atmosphere.

Apparently sensing the extraordinariness of the sapling, Bu Fang merrily darted to the kitchen, scooped up a bowl of system-provided clear spring water that was bursting with spirit energy, and poured half a bowl into the flower pot. After a moment of hesitation, he poured the rest as well.