The imperial capital of the Qingfeng Empire, the Daxiong Palace. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Ji Chengxue sat on the dragon chair in a brocade robe, his complexion is much better now, although the imperial capital is still in turmoil, his status will be threatened at any time, but he is no longer as worried as before.

Not because of anything else, just because the Qingfeng Empire has now received a very powerful helping hand, which is an existence that Ji Chengxue never dared to think of before.

The Barbarian God Temple in the Wild Land, the Baiyun Villa in the Illusory Spirit Ze, and the Haotian Pagoda in the 100,000 Great Rivers, all of which almost existed in legends, actually came out of the mountains one after another, and sent more strong people to support the Qingfeng Empire.

This is simply a surprise, originally the Qingfeng Empire can be regarded as precarious, and many counties are occupied by Ji Chengyu's army, just because Ji Chengyu's army has a strong presence to help.

In the face of that existence, the powerhouses of the Qingfeng Empire couldn't even resist at all, even Xiao Meng suffered a big loss when he first met with Ji Chengyu's army.

Later, Ji Chengxue knew that Ji Chengyu seemed to be colluding with a taboo-like force, which was very evil, so that these terrible forces in the Barbarian Temple were eager to eradicate it.

In the Daxiong Palace, there are now many strong people in these forces, which is why Ji Chengxue's face looks a lot better.

These powerhouses sitting in the imperial capital, each force has one, the weakest one has reached the seventh-grade battle saint level, and the others have even reached the eighth-grade war god, there are so many strong people, the emperor capital should basically be regarded as stable as Mount Tai in Ji Chengxue's opinion.

"Your Majesty the Emperor, I don't know if you have thought about it or not......"

A man covered in muscles like a dragon looked at Ji Chengxue sitting on the dragon chair like electricity.

This is the powerhouse of the Barbarian God Temple, a powerful eight-rank god of war, there is no fear of Ji Chengxue on his face, for the power of the Barbarian God Temple, the secular power is no longer enough to cause him any deterrence.

"Elder Sun, it's not that I won't agree to your request, but ...... Fang Fang's small shop is really untouchable. Ji Chengxue's face showed helplessness.

"Your Majesty, the death of Elder Xia Yu of my Barbarian Hall is related to that small shop, and someone has seen my Barbarian Hall Elder Xia fight with the strong man in that small shop. Elder Sun's face was cold, he was the elder of the Barbarian God Temple, and the two powerhouses of the Barbarian God Temple died in this small shop in the imperial capital, so he naturally couldn't sit idly by.

The Barbarian Temple sent him to the imperial capital, on the one hand, to protect the emperor of the Qingfeng Empire, and on the other hand, to investigate the matter.

The Barbarian God Temple cannot be humiliated, since this small shop dares to kill him in the Barbarian God Temple, an eight-rank war god and a flesh supreme, it is natural to bear the wrath of the Barbarian God Temple.

Ji Chengxue also knows this, so it is difficult to do, in his opinion, step boss's small shop...... It's simply a time bomb, whoever provokes it will be finished, he really doesn't want this barbarian temple powerhouse to provoke.

"Your Majesty, no matter what you think, it just so happens that the owner of the small shop has come back, and he is going to ask for an explanation today, even if the small shop is in charge of the Supreme Beast, this is not a reason for him to insult my barbarian temple. Elder Sun said coldly.

After speaking, he turned around and left the Daxiong Palace, which made Ji Chengxue, who was sitting in the main hall, feel a little embarrassed and angry.

There are also many powerhouses of other forces in the Daxiong Palace, such as the slashing of Baiyun Villa, a seven-rank battle saint among the 100,000 great rivers, and so on.

Ji Chengxue felt a burst of anger, but he was helpless, and in the face of such a strong person, he had no way to restrain it.

......

Early morning.

Bufang got up, and after washing, he came to the kitchen, Yufu had already gotten up and started training knife skills there, and when he saw Bufang appear, he greeted him with a smile.

Bufang nodded, walked to his stove familiarly, took the heavy kitchen knife and began to practice knife skills, although his meteor knife skills have reached the full level, but he still habitually trains.

After practicing the knife work, he naturally started carving, and his Beidou carving is still some proficiency away from the full level, so he is now mainly training carvers.

After practicing for a while, the step is to start preparing for cooking drunk pork ribs.

After this marching mission, he has gained a lot of improvement, and he knows that he still has many shortcomings, so he is more and more diligent.

After a while, the kitchen was filled with the rich aroma of drunken pork ribs.

The orange drunken juice poured on the ribs, flowing slowly, exuding an intoxicating fragrance and pulling people's appetite.

opened the door panel of the shop, and put the drunken ribs in front of Xiao Hei.

I'm afraid these two days are the happiest time for Xiao Hei, walking for half a month, and it is really about to fade out of the bird.

The days without drunk ribs are simply too hard.

Touching Xiao Hei's dog hair, Bufang returned to the shop.

Shrinking back in the chair for a while, Xiao Xiaolong ran over.

And today is the time for Bu Fang to test Xiao Xiaolong and Yu Fu's knife work and carving, he came to the kitchen, and the two of them were already ready for a long time.

Xiao Xiaolong held his breath in his heart, the last time he lost to Yu Fu, this time he must find a way back.

"Today's test is very simple, it is to use your knife and carving skills to show me a mille-feuille tofu flower. ”

Bu Fang held his hands, looked at the two of them, and said lightly.

Mille-feuille tofu flower?

Xiao Xiaolong and Yu Fu were both stunned, this is the dish shown by Bufang's famous knife work, of course, there is not only knife work, but also a very difficult test for the carving work.

I didn't expect this test to be this.

Xiao Xiaolong and Yu Fu glanced at each other, and they both saw the battle intent in each other's eyes.

After that, the step is to prepare hot tofu for them and let them start competing.

Xiao Xiaolong hasn't been lazy in the past half a month, which can be seen from the proficiency of his knife work, which is not weaker than Yufu's.

But Yufu is not bad, this snake man has always had a tenacious will, and has an indescribable firmness for cooking.

She is also very strong in knife work.

The two of them meditated and made mille-feuille tofu flowers seriously.

This is a competition that tests knife skills and energy.

After a while, the two of them completed their respective works.

It is very beautiful, although the two mille-feuille tofu flowers are flawed, but I have to say that they are really beautiful.

The fluffy tofu shreds swayed in the crystal cup, which was beautiful and exciting.

The final judgment made Xiao Xiaolong desperate, because it was still Yu Fu who won, and Yu Fu was even better than Xiao Xiaolong in the delicacy of the knife work.

As a punishment for failure, Xiao Xiaolong once again took over Bu Fang's heavy kitchen knife and began to practice cooking.

Yu Fu looked at Xiao Xiaolong's unwilling face, covered her mouth happily and smiled.

"Alright, the competition is over, so let's practice your cooking skills. Bufang said lightly, and after speaking, he planned to turn around and leave the kitchen.

But he was stopped by Yu Fu's cry.

"Step boss...... I...... I might have something. Yufu was a little speechless and stopped.

"Huh?" Bufang wondered.

"I received a letter from my father the other day...... He asked me to go back to the snake tribe, there was a big thing. Yufu hesitated.

Bu Fang suddenly realized, it turned out that Yufu wanted to take a leave.

This is naturally possible, Bu Fang is not an evil chef, and if he wants to imprison the female apprentice of the snake man or something, it is naturally allowed.

"Go early and come back early, don't fall behind in the cooking training in the snake tribe, you still want to compete with Xiaolong when you come back. Bu Fang said seriously.

Yufu's nervousness suddenly dissipated, exhaled, and nodded happily.

But there was also a hint of worry hidden under Yufu's happy look, because her father knew that she was learning cooking from Boss Bu, but he still wanted to call her back, and it was obvious that there was something very important.

What was it that made her father so anxious to call her back?

Bufang turned around and left the kitchen, and outside the small shop, diners still came in in an endless stream, and the small shop began to open for the day.

Today, Ouyang Xiaoya didn't come rarely, she should have eaten a product of the chemical pot yesterday and ran to break through.

But it's not in the way.

Cowering in his chair, he was a little laid-back, and he occasionally went to the kitchen to cook a few difficult dishes.

However, some of the high-priced dishes are rarely ordered.

He himself was also happy, and when he was curled up in his chair, he was also thinking about the dishes in the recipe, how to improve them, how to cook them to make them taste better, and so on.

Diners enter the shop, and diners leave the shop, and the atmosphere of the shop is very hot.

Suddenly, a large number of figures poured into the shop.

Bu Fang's slightly squinted eyes that were lying on the chair suddenly opened, and his gaze fell on the group of people, slightly surprised.

Because this group of people is actually a group of guards wearing armor.

The guards were naturally very respectful to Bu Fang, after all, the reputation of the small shop was in the imperial capital.

But the big man who walked in the front was covered with dragon-like muscles, but his face was cold, and he stared straight at Bufang.

En, Bufang raised his eyebrows and looked back without fear.

One stood straight, the other lay lazily, and their eyes collided in the air.

After looking at each other for a long time, Bu Fangcai rolled his eyes and didn't bother to pay attention.

And this person finally spoke, and his tone was a little unkind.

"Are you the owner of the small shop that killed the two elders of my Barbarian Temple? The strong man who killed my Barbarian Temple, don't you need to give me an explanation for the Barbarian Temple?"