"What did you say?!" Ouyang Xiaoyi was very unhappy, pouted and shouted loudly, staring at Zhao Ruge.

What kind of nectar wine is worthy of the whole restaurant of the stinky boss? Zhao Ruge was stuck in the door? Did he know what the concept of Boss Bu’s restaurant is? Although this nectar wine is precious, it is only 500 gold coins per jar, and it is not even comparable to Boss Bu’s ordinary egg fried rice!

"Ouyang Xiaoyi, didn't I say it wrong? How much is that kind of small shop, opened in an alley where birds don't shit, is it worth?" Zhao Ruge said with a sneer, not caring about the little loli's fire-breathing eyes at all.

"Hmph! Your words reveal a fact that you have never eaten the dish of a stinky boss!" Ouyang Xiaoyi snorted and turned his head in contempt: "If you have eaten it, you won't say that. You can pull anyone who has eaten the dish in Boss Bu's store. Their answers will definitely not be as ignorant as you."

"Ignorance is not scary, what's scary is that you are ignorant and you are still beating!"

Zhao Ruge's handsome face turned black and he almost vomited blood because of anger. Why didn't he notice that Ouyang Xiaoyi's mouth was so poisonous before! The poisonous loli will not be able to get married in the future!

When Xiao Yanyu and others saw Zhao Ruge being defeated, they couldn't help but sneer, which made Zhao Ruge's face turn even darker, as if he felt that the whole world was laughing at him.

And as he thought in his heart, Xiao Yanyu and others laughed at his ignorance.

"Dear young men, this is the nectar and jade wine given by Your Majesty. Please taste it." The beautiful palace maids with a soft voice and a slim figure came to the table of Zhao Ruge and others with a green jade jar, and carefully filled them with wine.

"The annual supply of this green jade jar of wine in the imperial capital is only 2,000 jars. This time, Your Majesty celebrated General Xiao and directly took out 500 jars to entertain you all. You can taste this beautiful bar that you can never taste in the small restaurant in the Gula!" Zhao Ruge picked up the wine and smiled coldly.

The eyes of Xiao Xiaolong and Ouyang brothers were already in the wine and could not extricate themselves.

"Hmph! Who told you that the stinky boss has no wine? The boss is brewing! You can come out today!" Ouyang Xiaoyi said dissatisfied.

Zhao Ruge's eyes lit up, "Oh, then let's make a bet, bet whether the wine in the small shop can compare to this nectar and jade liquid, how about it?"

"Gambling? How dare you talk about gambling with my little sister?!" Before Ouyang Xiaoyi agreed, Ouyang Sanman over there was no longer happy.

The Ouyang family has always paid great attention to ideological education for their descendants, especially for Ouyang Xiaoyi. On weekdays, they urge Ouyang Xiaoyi to practice martial arts and embroidery, and try to develop into an all-round beauty of morality, intelligence, physical fitness, aesthetics and labor.

Zhao Ruge just said a gamble. Is this guy trying to teach the little girl badly?

"I'll bet with you." Ouyang Sanman stopped Ouyang Xiaoyi and Zhao Ruge from making a bet, but Xiao Yanyu, who was quiet, opened her pink red lips and said softly.

Everyone was stunned. Goddess Xiao wanted to bet with Zhao Ruge?

"Okay! If you lose, Goddess Xiao will accompany me to visit the lake and enjoy the moon for one night. How about it?" Zhao Ruge was ecstatic. Xiao Yanyu, who had always been reserved and calm, also had impulsive moments.

Xiao Yanyu smiled faintly, and her beautiful face bloomed like a lotus, making everyone addicted.

"Okay, but if you lose, bet on the fifth-grade Qi Gathering Pill." Xiao Yanyu said calmly as water, and the sound of the orioles singing in the sky valley seemed to explode in Zhao Ruge's ears.

"Will this...the fifth-grade Qi Gathering Pill..." Zhao Ruge hesitated a little. To be honest, if the bet was Qi Gathering Pill, he really couldn't afford to lose.

"You are so confident about betting with my sister. You are so cowardly with Goddess Xiao? Why don't you look down on my little sister?" Ouyang Zhen raised his hand, widened his eyes and shouted.

"He is afraid of losing." Ouyang Xiaoyi put his hands on his chest and smiled coldly.

Loss? Will Zhao Ruge lose? Zhao Ruge is a master of magic. When he is a third-grade war madman, he can kill a fifth-grade war king. He will be afraid of losing... Oh no, will he lose?

"Betting! I really don't believe it anymore. What good wine can there be in the small shop in that corner?" Zhao Ruge snorted coldly.

...

When the celebration banquet in Daxiong Hall was grandly held, Bu Fang returned to his kitchen and sharpened his knife happily to the pork.

He took out the ingredients prepared by the system from the cabinet.

The meat used is the pork spine. First, cut the bones and meat with a kitchen knife, apply starch, fry it in an oil pan, and finally pour it on a special sweet and sour juice. The task is done.

The pork bones placed on the chopping board are not the flame pork wrapped in roasted wheat. This time the pork is tender and full of spiritual energy. The lines on it are distinct, like a rune depiction, and it looks like an ordinary pork.

"This pork comes from the fifth-grade spiritual beast of Tiandang Mountain, the Benyun Pig. Its fur is black and white, and its white hair floats like clouds and moves very fast, so it is called Benyun. The Benyun Pig's thigh meat is strong and rich, and has a very poor taste, but the meat in the back and spine is extremely tender and full of spiritual energy, making it the best meat."

The flesh of the fifth-grade spirit beast... This is very precious. Bu Fang's eyes lit up, and he pulled out the kitchen knife and chopped it off at the spine. After one knife, it was not chopped. The rebound force even gave way to Bu Fang's arms.

"The flesh of the fifth-grade spirit beast is indeed extraordinary..." Bu Fang sighed, and continued to chop the meat and pat the meat...

After dividing the meat into strips and put it into the starch slurry that has just been prepared, the starch is also of great origin, and it seems to be made of spiritual potatoes from the wasteland in the central part of the Qingfeng Empire.

All the meat was covered with starch. Step by step, he started preparing the oil pan. He used the high-quality oil and poured half a pot, and then waited for the oil temperature to rise.

When your palms are touched above the oily surface, you can feel a little impact of hot air. When the heat reaches the point where it is just hot, it is convenient to put the meat wrapped in starch into the oil pan.

Sizzle!

The meat pieces flipped rapidly in the oil pan, and the starch quickly turned tender and yellow...

Bu Fang used a long chopstick to flip the meat piece in the oil pan. His skills were extremely skillful to ensure that each piece of meat was perfectly heated, making the meaty texture of the meat piece consistent.

When the starch outside the meat piece becomes cooked and yellow, it is convenient to take out all the meat piece and put it in a large pottery bowl, and the oily sauce on the surface of the starch is squirting.

Bu Fang is more skilled in making the intoxicating juice. The system has already prepared the materials you should have. As for the amount of materials used, it depends on Bu Fang’s feeling.

Soon, the orange-red drunk juice was prepared, and the meat pieces in the large pottery bowl also cooled slightly. Although it was still steaming, the oil on the surface of the starch had calmed down. Pour the drunk juice into it, and then mix it for a while before preparing to put it on the plate.

Pour the drunk juice into the meat and mix it gently. The process speed is no more than thirty seconds. This is a very test of the skills of the step formula, because it must be fast so that the drunk juice just wraps the surface of the meat without becoming inconsistent and affects the taste.

Put the drunken ribs into the oval celadon plate, and a drunken rib with a full color, fragrance and taste will be completed.

The sweet and sour fragrance floated up and kept drilling into Bu Fang's nasal cavity, making him swallow his saliva continuously.

He took a pair of bamboo chopsticks, and Bu Fang brought the drunken ribs to the store. He walked along the way, making Bu Fang's mouth and mouth so he couldn't wait.

The aroma of drunken ribs is very strong, with a strong aroma of sweet and sour and meat.

The big black dog lying at the door, whose eyes were originally closed, suddenly opened, and it was as bright as a light bulb in the dark night. It was brushed and it got into the shop.

So, Bu Fang had just picked up a drunken rib with chopsticks. Before he could put it in his mouth, he found a pair of bright dog eyes staring at him...the delicious food on the chopsticks.
Chapter completed!