Fishing the Myriad Heavens Chapter 90

Only a small minority of people who felt that the distance to the restaurant was a bit too far did not join in.

'Eh? Why are there suddenly so many people sending money to me?'

Bei Feng looked at his mobile phone blankly. At the beginning, there was only the usual tens of people sending their deposits. But only a short moment had passed and the number of people had skyrocketed like a gushing geyser to over 200 people!

Bei Feng picked four names at random and released the results on the group chat.

Zhang Jun had a face full of disappointment as he read the short list of names. He didn't know if he was feeling sadder over the fact that he could not taste the delicious food, or that he would not be able to see Mystic One.

That's right, Zhang Jun was the fellow who, upon seeing Mystic One at Bei Feng's Private Restaurant the last time, immediately thought of the three years to capital punishment.

"Mystic Two, go to the village and receive the guests."

Seeing that it was almost noon, Bei Feng snapped at Mystic Two who was idling nearby.

"Why is it always me..." Mystic Two mumbled in a tiny voice.

"Pa!"

"You're always the one with the most words!"

Bei Feng's reply came swiftly and violently. He controlled his strength and sent a smack across the back of Mystic Two's head in annoyance.

Immediately wising up, Mystic Two did not dare to continue being defiant and hurriedly ran off like a puff of smoke.

'There's still so much meat... should I accept a few more tables today?'

Bei Feng scratched his chin and wondered aloud as he walked into the chilled basement and looked at the remainder of the Variant Giant Salamander meat.

"Forget it, I'll wait till I get another Demonic Beast first." After some thought, he finally shook his head.

Although the Variant Giant Salamander meat did not provide much nutrition for him anymore, it still tasted rather good. If his bad luck persists and he failed to catch any fresh Demonic Beasts before the Variant Giant Salamander was finished, what was he supposed to eat?

"Puchi!"

Extreme Arctic Frost appeared in Bei Feng's hand. Swinging it like a skilled butcher, he made two light slices on the body of the gigantic beast.

The tough skin which was still wrapped in a layer of ice was completely unable to stop the blade of Extreme Arctic Frost at all. With just that light swing, a big chunk of flesh was removed.

For those 3,200 yuan a table of guests, Bei Feng would naturally not bust out the medicine cauldron to cook the meat. That would really be too huge a loss!

***

Using the big chunk of meat, Bei Feng decided to make a Braised Giant Salamander dish. He was extremely focused this time. This was a personal attitude of his when it came to cooking. He would do his utmost to ensure that his cooking was done to the best of his ability.

Although his standard was not very high to begin with and he did not have much 'ability' to boast of, he at least wanted to say that he had put in the effort.

If other restaurants had a chef like Bei Feng, their business would have folded long ago!

It didn't matter how much effort the chef put in if he didn't have any skill and the food tasted bad! If the customers refuse to pay up, the restaurant can only wait to shut down.

Bei Feng only dared to operate because he had the support of the godly ingredients from the Myriad Worlds! It didn't matter if the food looked terrible; everything was fine if it tasted good!

The clanging of the wok and spatula resounded in the kitchen, and a terrific fragrance slowly drifted out.

"Woof!"

"Wuu~ woof, woof!"

The two 'little' fellows, Insatiable and Black Hole, usually disappeared for the entire day, only turning up when it was time to eat.

"Alright, it'll be done soon; settle down!"

The two little dogs were jumping up and down excitedly and were practically crawling up his legs to stand on their rotund hind legs. Their snouts were barely as tall as the stove, yet they continued to attempt to stand upright, as if they wished to look at the food in the wok.

Bei Feng only needed to command softly once, and the two little dogs immediately sat down fawningly by his side, as though they understood his words.

***

"My god, there really was such a long mountainous path to walk to reach the restaurant... luckily, I didn't wear my heels today."

A 30-something-year-old madam grumbled as she walked upon the dried mud path to Bei Feng's mansion.

Two young ladies at the side did not say anything. They would only look at the painful blisters on their feet and glare savagely at the young man in front of them from time to time.

It was like they were complaining about why they were being brought all the way out to this dodgy countryside for a single meal.

***

The food was almost ready, and the noise and excitement from the yard also grew steadily.

The two little wolfdogs looked up lazily and lay back down beside Bei Feng.

Because there were only 4 tables of guests this time, Bei Feng managed to arrange them all into the decorated dining rooms.

A short time after being seated, Mystic Three came out, bringing with him a few large dishes and set them on the tables. He did not utter a single word throughout the entire process, and had a zombie-like expression while serving the guests.

He was simply unable to get his spirits up at all. Although that fellow Mystic Two was simple in the head, his body's limbs were not simple at all!

His arms were as wide as a horse track, and his entire body was bulging with muscles!

Mystic Two was initially the one who had been assigned to his current task. But somehow, the idiot had finally wised up and had come swaggering up to Mystic Three with his gigantic fists.

Mystic Three promptly gave up all thoughts of resisting as he looked at the meaty bastard approaching him. He hurriedly 'volunteered' to help out Mystic Two and went into the kitchen, doing all the work for Mystic Two.

'Damn that dratted Mystic Two! How come I never noticed that that meathead was such a sly fellow in the past? Just you wait, when I surpass you in strength, I'll beat you up every single day!'

Mystic Three was feeling extremely downcast. He suddenly realized that he was the weakest person in the entire mansion and could not defeat anybody at all!

Bei Feng had naturally noticed Mystic Two's actions, but did not bother to do anything about. In any case, he only needed to have someone bring the dishes out.

"Hold on, waiter, I'd like to open a bottle of wine."

A male voice called out from a nearby table. This table had two ladies and two men on it.

"We don't provide alcohol here."

Mystic Three turned around with a dark expression.

'F*ck, they actually took me for a waiter? These fellows actually think themselves to be my lords! If I was not trying to get reformed, I'd let you know why flowers are so red on the spot!'

Mystic Three cursed in his heart as he turned to leave.

"What kind of service is this?! They dare to charge for 3,200 yuan for this kind of standard? Bloody hell, could it be that you were scammed?"

Zhou Qiang was fuming as he watched Mystic Three treat him as empty air. He turned around and looked at the guy who brought them here.

"Brother Qiang, this is the way this restaurant is; they don't provide alcohol. It's my fault for not telling you about this... but it's really not easy to taste the food here too. I spent a lot of effort just to get a reservation."

Chen Bozhong explained.

The two girls did not bother about the conversation. Instead, they were whispering and laughing while discussing their own girly stuff.

"Hmph! What a stupid rule."

Although Zhou Qiang was still rather angry because of the rude waiter, he felt slightly better after hearing the explanation.

Bei Feng and the rest were in the living room, enjoying their own pot of braised Giant Salamander. The only addition was that they had a large bowl of soup with them.

Bei Feng got up to the room nearby and unsealed his large wine vat.

Immediately, a thick alcoholic scent diffused into the air and drifted out of the room. The wine in the vat was now slightly golden, like top-grade honey.

Picking up a bamboo ladle from nearby, he dipped it into the wine vat and scooped up a cup of wine.

Silk-like droplets of wine dripped off the sides of the bamboo ladle, creating an extremely lustrous sparkle.

'Hmm? What a fragrant wine!'

Zhou Qiang's nose twitched fiercely like an excited bunny. The alcoholic worm in his guts almost drilled its way out upon smelling the wine!

'What kind of wine is this? It smells so pure! It's like a pristine Moutai wine which had been kept for tens of years! I have indeed tasted Moutai wine before, but even it seemed to be lacking a little something when compared to this wine's fragrance...'

Zhou Qiang was what one would call a hopeless alcoholic. But of course, he would like to think of himself as a connoisseur of fine wine. He was already a seasoned warrior when it came to wine tasting. To say that he had tasted all the fine and bad wine in the country at least once would not be an exaggeration!

But this time, he was actually unable to tell the origins of wine from its smell!

Chapter end