Gourmet Of Another World

CHAPTER 41 TO 50

Chapter 41: Zhao Ruge Who Was Subdued by the Sweet 'N' Sour Ribs

"How audacious!" Zhao Ruge's pupils constricted as his palm landed on the table and he angrily shouted.

The table suddenly trembled, startling everyone present. Still, they all felt that this mysterious man was too arrogant.

Who was the Minister of the Left? As an important official within the imperial city, his status was comparable to General Xiao Meng. However, this man's tone was filled with contempt toward the Minister of the Left. It was uncertain whether he was really that confident or was deliberately arrogant.

Zhao Ruge's eyes brightly lit up as his aura rapidly increased. The stream of energy was like bugs crawling on his skin as he swiftly gathered true energy.

"You're noisy! Since you're here in Owner Bu's place, then you should be peacefully eating. If you want to fight, then get out of here," the mysterious man indifferently said. He did not care about Zhao Ruge who was gathering his aura in the slightest.

As the man finished speaking, he held out his hand with his thumb and index finger together, as if he was going to flick away a fly.

Buzz!

The three barbarians of Ouyang who were sitting at a distance immediately moved in front of Ouyang Xiaoyi. Their hairs were standing on ends as they gravely looked toward the mysterious man.

Xiao Yanyu's pupils constricted as well and she subconsciously gathered the true energy within her body.

Chi chi!!

With a flick of the man’s finger, a stream of invisible energy swiftly burst out. Zhao Ruge's body froze for a moment, then the aura that surrounded him started shrivelling like a deflated balloon.

With a groan, he fell face forward to the ground...

Zhao Ruge went into a daze as his entire body shivered and his lips trembled. It was too terrifying… Within that instant, Zhao Ruge thought he was going to die!

A red dot instantly appeared in the center of his forehead, then rapidly grew to cover his entire forehead.

"If we were not in Owner Bu's store right now, you would've already become a corpse by now," the mysterious man indifferently said as he slowly retracted his arm and became silent.

The mood within the store instantly became cold and everyone held their breath.

Zhao Ruge had an unsightly expression on his face as he climbed up from the ground, then miserably returned to his seat and quietly sat down.

The three barbarians of Ouyang were pulling Ouyang Xiaoyi away to a safe distance as well. From the scariness of the mysterious man's attack, they could tell that he was at least a fifth grade Battle-King.

However, that was still a conservative estimate. After all, Zhao Ruge was a third grade Battle-Maniac that was close to becoming a fourth grade Battle-Spirit. Even an ordinary Battle-King would have some difficulty in instantly killing him. Which meant that this man might be a sixth grade Battle-Emperor!

As the awkward mood within the store seemed to stretch on forever, a rich fragrance drifted out from the kitchen.

"The improved Egg-Fried Rice is ready," Bu Fang's indifferent voice sounded out from within the kitchen. A bowl of Egg-Fried Rice that appeared to be radiating a golden brilliance was placed at the window.

Ouyang Xiaoyi eagerly walked over to collect the food.

The rich fragrance filled with warmth seemed to disperse much of the cold atmosphere within the store. The delicious smell, that was like a piece of silk gliding across their faces, made them feel as if their hearts were being teased.