MTL - Gourmet of Another World-Chapter 15 a good group of mavericks

Ji Chengxue’s eyes are stunned and his face is a stiff face.

He... He actually refused me!

Ji Chengxue was somewhat unbelievable. He was the emperor, the emperor's three emperors, and his status was high. How many people couldn't help but relate to him. Now his personal invitation was ruthlessly rejected.

Especially the reason for refusal...

"You are not qualified."

When I think of the sentence, the expressionless look, Ji Chengxue feels like an invisible arrow stabbed in his heart.

However, Ji Chengxue's city is not bad. Although he was rejected, he was not angry. He just smiled.

"Yeah, my three emperors... I really don't have enough qualifications." Ji Chengxue sighed with some sighs, and seemed to have something touched in his heart.

The Qingfeng Emperor of the Qing Dynasty has three sons. The great emperor Ji Chengan was enshrined as a prince as early as ten years ago. The second emperor Ji Chengyu was also nicknamed by the Changfeng Emperor. Only his third son, Ji Chengxue, seems to be very windless. The Great is waiting to see, and today it is only a general in the army.

Although the status of the general has been highly respected, compared with the great emperor and the second emperor, it is chilling.

"Three emperors..." Xiao Xiaolong saw Ji Chengxue's appearance and worried openings, but he was interrupted by Ji Chengxue.

"Step boss, if you don't want to be a chef underneath, can you think about going to the Imperial Palace to make a royal chef for the emperor?"

"Unqualified, the emperor should always be qualified." Ji Chengxue chuckled.

The faint step looked at him and frowned. Is this guy stupid? Isn't he clear enough?

"I don't want to be a chef for anyone, even if it's the emperor, you have to eat, come straight, line up and queue up, pay for it."

The step is to become a chef who stands at the top of the fantasy world food chain. How can he be limited to become a chef?

Ji Chengxue was silent. Step by step refused to be his chef. He could understand, but the step refused to be the emperor's chef. This is incredible.

Under the circumstance, the dream of all chefs is not to enter the imperial kitchen to become the emperor's master chef?

What is the dream of that step?

"Enhanced version of the egg fried rice ten Yuan Jing, pay the money, thank you." Stepless expression of the step, too lazy to waste the tongue with this emperor.

"You are two hundred gold coins here." By the way, it is also facing Xiao Xiaolong.

Ji Chengxue took a deep look at the steps and handed him ten Yuan Jing. Xiao Xiaolong also paid two hundred gold coins. Later, the two left the store.

A small shop with only ten squares of plaques, a **** dog at the door, a thin and slender chef, mysterious cockroaches, perfect cooking, and high-quality ingredients that I don’t know... This party store reveals mystery everywhere.

Ji Chengxue walked out of the store and looked back at the store. His mouth was awkward and a bit interesting.

The tableware was cleaned up, and the store became deserted again. I sat back to the lazy black side and continued to bask in the sun.

However, the reputation of the small store was spread out because of a farce from Sun Qixiang. The price of the small shop was also passed on to the entire capital of the capital because of the fuss.

"There is a wonderful restaurant in the alleys of the armpits. I don't know if you heard about it!"

"Do you mean that the bowl of egg fried rice sells ten Yuanjing black heart restaurant?"

"The boss is a fool. How can someone buy it? If his egg fried rice can be sold, I will eat all the biscuits from my biscuits!"

......

There are always wealthy people in this world. Their pursuits are different from ordinary people, and the way they look at problems is different from ordinary people.

The comfort of the step did not last long, so there were several figures walking into the store.

Lazy legs lie on the chair, squinting and glanced at the fat people who stepped into the store.

These fat people are dressed in gorgeous silk clothes, with gold rings on their large fingers, jade on their necks, and emeralds on their belts.

A group of mavericks broke out, and the steps were sighed.

"Boss! I heard that the food in this small shop is very expensive! It is more expensive than Fengxian Building. The more expensive the brothers believe, the better the quality. If your food can satisfy our stomach, the price is not The problem." The head of a fat man dressed in gold, wearing gold and silver.

They are crowded into small stores, and they actually occupy 7788.

Step by step, standing up and expressionless, said: "What to eat?"

The fat man glanced at the recipe and blinked his eyes. Ten pieces of egg-shaped egg fried rice still let the fat man with a lot of money **** a cold breath.

"Yes, your shop is really good! Just give me a booster egg fried rice!" said the fat man.

"Tips: The food supplement of the enhanced version of the egg fried rice needs to reach the three-product war madness. It is best not to eat it when it is repaired."

"Hey, big brother, but the emperor is called the master of ‘light work and one plum.’ How can it be less than three products! You can just cook it!” The other fat man suddenly smashed.

The color of the step is the same, and it is as light as water. He looks at the fat man without looking at him. How does this figure have nothing to do with a plum?

In the end, the fat people ordered three enhanced egg fried rice, four ordinary egg fried rice, seven dry noodles, seven fried green vegetables...

Even if the calm is like a step, it is a mouthful of mouth, it is worthy of having the big brothers of this size, and sure enough to eat!

It is a blessing to eat, and the step-by-step people like people who can eat.

He stepped into the kitchen and devoted himself to cooking. In a short while, the rich fragrance came from the kitchen and floated throughout the store.

"It's so sweet! I have never smelled such a delicious egg fried rice!" The fat people squinted and smacked their noses.

They are increasingly expecting this dish.

Just as the fat people waited for food, the small shop door, a gentle and gentle, graceful figure slowly came.

Zhao Ruge looked at the small shop with a pile of fat meat, and the look on his face slammed.

“How can there be so many people?” Zhao Ruge is a bit surprised.

Golden fat? Actually it is him. Zhao Ruge soon recognized the identity of one of the fat people.

Jin Fatzi, the full name of Jin Fugui, is a well-known eruption in the Imperial Capital. The family has a Yuanjing vein, so it is rich in oil.

Those other fat people are also famous wealthy people in the capital.

This group of guys actually went to this small shop to eat? Don't they feel lost?

"Let's let me in." Zhao Ruge's paper fan was a little bit light, causing a fat man to tremble and let out a seam.

Zhao Ruge shines through the slits and squeezes into the store. He just happened to meet the steps from the kitchen and holding a bowl of fried rice.

The rich scent is like a silk entangled, and Zhao Ruge is completely wrapped, so that he is immersed in the scent bomb.

"The boss is going to serve! We can't wait!" The fat man on the face of Jin Fatzi trembled and couldn't wait to shout.

"Your enhanced version of egg fried rice, please use it slowly." Step by side set the egg fried rice, faintly said, then turned around is going to the kitchen.

Zhao Ruge wakes up from the intoxication, and his heart is different from the cooking skills of the step. It is no wonder that it can be fascinated by the rain and the rain. This cooking is indeed extraordinary.

"Wait, first cook me a booster egg fried rice." Zhao Ruge said that he was pointing to the side.

"Hey! Dead thin! After you come first, don't you understand?" A fat man saw Zhao Ruge actually jumped into the team, and suddenly he was not happy, screaming.

Zhao Ruge glanced at the fat man and sneered: "This son still needs to be behind you to eat a meal? What are you?"

"Oh, I am lying! I am tempered!" The fat man was suddenly hot. "The big boss of Laozi Jingcheng Jinxiufang, which kid is your onion?!"

"Below Zhao Rue." Zhao Ruge faintly said, confident and proud.

Zhao Ruge, the son of Zuo Xiang, is extremely noble. When the name comes out, the fat man is ready to lick his mouth and suddenly gets stuck in his throat and widens his eyes.

Later, he looked at Zhao Ruge with a glance, and his face was unwilling.

OK... you are arrogant, don’t fight with you.

Ps: Under the attack of squid squid, I will write a chapter and ask for a recommendation ticket~