'It's like a musical dream...'
When Busujima Saeko came back to her senses from the plate of food, the first thing she felt was not the peak of taste.
As a martial artist, she could feel the power surging through her body.
What's more important is that the hidden injuries and minor damage to the body that have occurred due to long-term training have to be rebuilt.
The parts that were no longer as soft as ordinary people, but instead seemed pliable, have once again returned to their usual softness and elasticity, and are even much smoother than before.
The most important thing is...this change has not affected the strength of her body that has been tempered for thousands of times.
'My potential...has increased again? ! '
'How can it be? '
As the eldest lady of the Busujima family, she has always worked hard on the sword. However, the conflict between Shura's heart and her personality, and as a woman, even if she tried her best, she could not separate herself from the swiftness and fierceness of her younger brothers. Progressive momentum gap.
They all made her feel conflicted and sad.
But now... having once again raised her potential, she feels that her future already has more possibilities, instead of being all gloomy with only a few rugged paths.
'Buyu... Buyeo...'
'He's really great! '
Her almond-shaped eyes were full of emotion, and Busujima Saeko's tenderness seemed to overflow when she looked at Zhao Fuyu.
And the dish Zhao Fuyu showed her today completely made up her mind.
...
"After all calculations, I still underestimated him..."
Ma Jianxing muttered, then took out a bottle of Guizhou liquor from Zhongzhou from somewhere and poured himself a small glass.
I took a good sip with the 'yellow croaker in soup' that was almost on the next level.
"Sure enough, such wonderful cuisine is a perfect match with white wine!"
Before he finished speaking, Ni Gui Zhixu had already snatched the white wine on his table, and then poured himself a large glass.
Ma Jianxing felt so distressed that he immediately snatched it back.
The back-and-forth fight between the two was as fast as a flying swallow and as light as a thundering giant. When Ma Jianxing guarded his love wine, no one in Ye Zhonghuo noticed the contest between the two master-level martial artists. .
"Damn it, why did you pour so much?"
"This is Zhongzhou's top quality product, and I don't have much left in stock!"
Holding the wine bottle in his arms, he shook it sadly. Listening to the echo of the much less liquid, Ma Jianxing also had a look of regret on his face.
He quickly capped the bottle and then put the wine somewhere else.
Ni Gui Zhixu was left holding the cup and sipping the liquor, as if this could keep the aftertaste of the food in his mouth as long as possible.
"Cooking that can benefit both you and me."
"Old ghost, this kid..."
Ni Gui Zhixu, who seemed carefree but was actually thoughtful, suddenly asked such a question, which made Ma Jianxing's expression gradually become serious.
"Liang Shanbo is incapable of doing anything anyway."
"That kid Kenichi, what a great opportunity."
It's hard for others to tell, but Ma Jianxing can see that Zhao Fuyu is a person who misses old friendships.
If Shirahama Kanichi can taste more of Zhao Fuyu's cuisine in the future, it will be like adding a rocket booster to his martial arts path.
You must know that even they, the masters of the martial arts world, or Ma Jianxing, who was once the leader of the Phoenix Alliance, have never been able to enjoy the long-term service of a special chef, or the uncrowned king's special chef.
Not to mention, Zhao Fuyu is more powerful than the average uncrowned king.
Just something as extraordinary as the kitchen vision is enough to make his cooking level much higher than it looks.
Otherwise, he would not have impressed the Taizhen Empress with a dish called "Human Elephant. Red Dust" before he made a breakthrough, and then won the recognition of the eight million gods in Gaotianyuan.
"Children and grandchildren will have their own blessings. You and I have made a lot of money this time."
"When you have nothing to do in the future, come here for a walk..."
Ma Jianxing and Ni Gui Zhixu received benefits that could not be calculated with money, so they naturally had to return the favor.
After all, Ma Jianxing was more keen. After knowing about Nakiri Senzaemon's trip, the 'Fire in the Night' could no longer be hidden, and Zhao Fuyu's skills would soon spread.
Moreover, he has not yet undergone IGO certification, so he is afraid that it will cause a lot of trouble.
All the two of them could do was to help Zhao Fuyu fend off some unsighted guys and protect his safety.
Little did he know that he had somehow gained two master bodyguards who could be called giants among martial artists.
Zhao Fuyu just stared at the check given by the Nakiri family and was speechless.
'If you had invited me to Yuanyue and negotiated a salary, maybe I would have actually gone...'
You know, although Zhao Fuyu is not short of money, it is still quite shocking that such a large sum of money falls directly into his pocket.
But he soon came to his senses.
These people in front of me have all tasted the 'Golden Dragon Crossing the Sea and Nasty Eight Immortals', and it will be difficult for them to taste that dish no matter what they order after that.
Zhao Fuyu would not waste any more effort to make a dish comparable to the 'Golden Dragon Crossing the Sea and Inviting the Eight Immortals', so Seiichiro Yukihira quickly stood up and left, and he was quite calm.
He mentioned that he would leave Dongying soon, and asked Zhao Fuyu to help take care of Yukihira Souma if possible.
Then he threw a booklet to Zhao Fuyu, which contained all the spice recipes he had recorded and mastered over the years. When the time came, Zhao Fuyu would pass it on to Yukihira Soma.
Then he walked out gracefully.
The two master-level martial arts masters in Liang Shanbo also said hello and left quietly.
On the other hand, Zhao Fuyu always felt that there was something inexplicable in the way he looked at Ma Jianxing, who had an extraordinary background.
As for Busujima Saeko, when she left this time, she didn't do anything wrong. She just hugged Zhao Fuyu gently, and then said in a low voice, "Wait for me."
Then she turned around and left, leaving Zhao Fuyu confused as to what she wanted to do.
But life still has to go on. Before Ye Zhonghuo, the venue was booked by the Nakiri family, but it was still early and Zhao Fuyu couldn't just close the door.
Anyway, the ingredients he uses are not commonly used in his daily operations, and it won't delay the opening of the store.
So, he simply continued his day's operations.
But he never expected that just after three-thirty, it was almost the time when the shop was being packed.
A girl came in with luggage and a long cloth bag.
After seeing Zhao Fuyu, he seemed to recognize this girl with a beautiful face, who seemed to have a natural breath all over her body, and then took a long breath.
Then he knelt down on one knee and said something to Zhao Fuyu that surprised him very much.
"Qingqiuin Ena, I have met my lord!"
...
And in a certain palace in Kyoto with a winding water basin, and a pavilion with whirling bamboo shadows, I was sipping sake.
A middle-aged man wearing feather clothes, who seemed to exude a strong sense of domineering at all times, also showed a smile when the girl knelt down.
"Finally found it..."
"Eight million messengers of the gods!"
"A nobler sacrificer than the devil on earth!"
