"Your drunken ribs are ready, please use them slowly. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

Bu Fang's faint voice sounded, pulling back the old man's thoughts that were immersed in the buds, and the latter glanced at Bu Fang, his eyes full of contemplation.

The old man stood up and glanced at the young shoot with some reluctance, and there was a sense of struggle in his eyes.

The attraction of the five-pattern enlightenment tree to the seven-rank battle saint is too great, and no war saint can get rid of the allure brought by this spirit tree, after all, once the spirit tree bears fruit, it will bear the five-pattern enlightenment fruit, and the enlightenment fruit can help the seven-rank battle saint realize the opportunity to step into the eight-rank realm.

Even many eight-rank war gods are difficult to resist the temptation of this enlightenment fruit tree.

"Are you the step boss of this little shop?" the old man asked, looking at the step side.

The step gave him an expressionless look and nodded.

"Do you know what kind of tree you have?" the old man pointed to the young shoots in the earthy yellow pot, and the expression on his face was very serious.

The other party's serious expression shocked Fang Fang's heart.

"I don't know. Bu Fang shook his head, he really didn't know what this kind of seed would sprout and grow, since this old man knew, then he should ask.

"You don't know, then why did you go to the Hundred Family Banquet and compete for this kind of child?" The corners of the old man's mouth twitched suddenly, and he asked a little angrily, if it wasn't for Bu Fang's horizontal kick, his two apprentices would have brought that kind of child back a long time ago.

"Could it be that this kind of seed will grow something unbelievable?" Bu Fang asked tentatively, looking at the appearance of this old man, he must know this kind of child.

The old man sighed and looked at Bufang with pity, "Do you really think this kind of thing is a good thing? Yes, for many people he is a good thing, but for some people...... This kind of child is a terrible amulet. ”

Urging talisman?!It's so terrible?!Bu Fang's heart jumped.

Could it be that this kind of seed will grow some terrible poison out? No, this pattern looks quite righteous.

"Do you know that the puppet is not guilty, but he is guilty? Sitting on something that you are not capable of protecting, no matter how precious it is, it can be called a life talisman. The old man said to Bu Fang seriously.

Bufang blinked, and his face was suddenly expressionless.

After doing it for a long time, it turned out that the old man meant that this kind of thing would be very precious, and it would be difficult to protect him with Bu Fang's strength, and it would be a disaster for Bu Fang at that time......

But the answer was to give in and Fang Chang breathed a sigh of relief.

If this kind of thing sprouts and grows is poison, then there is really no way to do it, but it can only be discarded, but ...... If it is said that Bufang is not capable of guarding, then Bufang will definitely scoff at it.

The ability of the small shop to protect is obvious to all, if even the small shop can't be protected...... As long as you are an old man of a seven-rank battle saint, then you can't hold it anymore.

The old man didn't say much, just sat down at the table, turned his attention to the food, and looked at the drunken ribs on the plate, and suddenly his appetite was great.

The drunken pork ribs cooked in Bufang are orange and red, full of fragrance, and the rich aroma of meat is enveloped, which makes people can't help but swallow saliva and can't wait to eat.

Pick up a piece of drunken pork ribs with bamboo chopsticks, take a bite gently, the orange-red drunken juice suddenly spreads in the mouth, and the fat and tender meat quality and meat aroma also burst out instantly, so that the old man is completely intoxicated.

Delicious...... It's a rare delicacy!

The ghost chef was completely shocked this time, even he never expected that the cooking skills of the young man in front of him could reach such a level.

But this was not actually what shocked him the most, a drunken rib belly, his eyes were wider than the first time...... Because this drunken rib is filled with terrifying aura energy.

Why can the dishes still contain such a strong aura? Could it be that the boss of Bu still has a unique means of retaining the aura of the ingredients?

After eating a few pieces of drunken pork ribs in a row, it is naturally delicious, needless to say, the terrible content hidden in each rib is even stronger than the pills they eat.

A bowl of drunken pork ribs with fifty yuan crystals, the old man suddenly felt a little worthwhile.

Bu Fang put away the fifty yuan crystals handed by the old man, and his eyes fell on the old man, he liked this kind of customer who did not drag the mud and water.

"Step boss, let's discuss something, how about you hand over this sprout to me? You should know that with your cultivation, there is absolutely no way to protect it. The old man said.

Bu Fang was suddenly a little speechless, isn't he safe here...... This old man is so funny.

"Don't give. Bufang coldly refused.

The old man was suddenly angry, this kid is only a five-rank battle king, where did he get the confidence to refuse himself?

"The old man didn't lie to you, once you mature, you will definitely attract a lot of seven-rank battle saints!" the old man explained to Bu Fang very seriously.

"If they dare to make trouble, then I won't blame me for throwing them out one by one. Bufang said calmly.

......

Juan Er changed into a lilac flower skirt today, showing her slender figure, and she was holding a lunch box in her arms, which contained the egg tarts that Juan Er wanted to give way to.

"Egg tart?" The eyes of the ghost chef, who was still entangled with Bu Fang, suddenly lit up, and he looked at the lunch box in his hand quite interestingly, with a sense of anticipation.

The appearance of Juan Er also interrupted the entanglement between him and Bufang, and successfully diverted the attention of the two.

There are not many people in the small shop today, and Jin Fatzi and the others have already finished eating and left, and there are suddenly a lot of places left.

Juan Er planned to carefully take out the egg tart in her lunch box, just opened the lunch box, it exuded a rich milky fragrance, rich aroma, although it is not as good as the egg tart made by Bufang, but the aroma alone, it is already very good.

"Step ...... Step boss, this is an egg tart made by my own hands, please taste it. After Juan'er put the tart, he took a step back and looked at Bufang with a slight respect.

Bufang nodded, and his eyes fell on the egg tart in front of him, the color of this egg tart was not bad, and it was much better than the egg tart he had eaten for the first time.

Picking up an egg tart, he took a bite of it, and the milky fragrance suddenly burst out, making him feel as if he was intoxicated by the grassland where the wind blows the grass and sees the cattle and sheep.

Juan Er blinked her eyes and stared at Ayumi seriously, wanting to hear the words of praise from Bufang's mouth, so that the boss would really teach her how to make egg tarts.

Bufang chewed in his mouth, nodded as he chewed, and finally raised his eyes to look at Juan'er.

"How's it taste?" asked Juan Er excitedly.

Bu Fang didn't answer immediately, but glanced at the curly with an excited look on his face, and replied lightly: "It didn't achieve the expected effect in my heart, you go back and practice it again, and give me a taste next time." ”

Emotions from heaven to earth can be possessed in a moment.

was ruthlessly vetoed by Bu Fang, and the joy on Juan'er's face froze, and he became a little depressed in an instant.

"Right...... I'm sorry, I'll definitely work hard, I'll definitely think about it again when I go back, and next time I will definitely make an egg tart that the boss is satisfied with. ”

Bufang admires the temperament of the roll, because this woman has a kind of dedication to food, although the egg tart she made is not up to the standard of Bufang, but she is still persevering in the research and production.

Juan Er came and went quickly, stubbornly holding her lunch box and leaving the shop, and went back to continue studying egg tarts.

The other customers in the shop also left piecemeal, leaving only the strange old man.

"Egg tarts, the girl made it just now should be pretty good, why can't it be passed?" asked the ghost chef curiously.

Bu Fang frowned, glanced at the old man, and said lightly: "There is no need for a reason, I don't think I have met my psychological expectations, that is, I have not met them." ”

The old man was stunned for a moment, and suddenly did not speak.

Bu Fang glanced at the old man with fluted hair, and then turned and walked towards the kitchen.

"Aren't you really going to give me that spirit tree sprout?" the old man asked, looking at Bu Fang's back.

Bufang ignored him, and went directly into the kitchen to practice making dishes.

He didn't bother to respond to the old man's words.

The old man sighed, looked at the sprouting twig with some regret, and said, "You kid will definitely regret it in the future...... When you are surrounded by a group of terrible war saints, I will see what you do!"

The old man shook his head with his hands in his hands, and left the shop, his figure gradually disappearing into the alley. (To be continued.) )