"How to rate the dishes?" Wen Rencang asked.

"Let everyone rate it." Bu Fang did not turn around, and walked straight into the shop, found a table, and placed the dishes on it.

Wen Ren Chou shrugged, glanced at everyone, said nothing, and placed the dishes on a table.

Bu Fang's words made everyone stunned.

The next moment, everyone showed surprise!

Let everyone rate it. Boss Bu means let them rate it? That means, can they taste these two dishes?

Everyone was so excited that they couldn't breathe. The aroma of the dishes that filled the air made them feel a little unbearable.

Now that I can taste it myself, I am naturally happy.

Pluto dispersed the curtain of light.

The rain above the sky suddenly fell down without any mercy, and it made a sound of slapping on the ground.

However, the diners didn't care. They were not weak in their cultivation and could still withstand rain. Their main focus was on the dish.

Everyone was holding chopsticks, waiting in great expectation to taste the food.

Pluto squeezed in front, with a bit of anticipation on his handsome face.

He held the chopsticks and looked at Bu Fang's dishes in reality, and then looked at Wen Ren's ugly dishes.

Both are quite good in appearance.

Bu Fang’s West Lake sweet and sour fish are as beautiful as glass-filled, and are crystal clear, with a strong aroma of meat. Sweet and sour soup just smells, which makes people's appetite greatly increase.

The fried cod was even more gorgeous like a nobleman, with exquisite arrangements, and the fish was fried just right, like a piece of gold.

Pluto smashed his mouth and finally chose to pick up the ugly fried cod.

The fish meat was crispy and tender. As soon as the chopsticks fell, a piece of meat was picked up. The fish meat was golden and filled with warm air, which was extremely clear.

Stuff the fish into your mouth.

Pluto's eyebrows suddenly raised, and a rich fragrance bloomed in his mouth, like a flood of catharsis, surging, making him nod slightly.

The fish was filled with the flavor of the ocean, as if the Pluto was surfing in the sea, and was washed by the surging waves.

That comfortable feeling made Pluto's eyes reveal a look of excitement!

"It's delicious!" The Pope let out a sip of heat and exclaimed.

Wen Rencang looked at the man who claimed to be Pluto as if he was conquered by his own dishes, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but tilt.

Bu Fang was very calm and did not panic at all.

He didn't care about Wen Rencang's provocative gaze at all.

After tasting the ugly fried cod, Pluto also turned his chopsticks to Bufang's West Lake sweet and sour fish.

The chopsticks fell and the fish was picked up.

The thick soup seemed to be pulled out of silk thread, and the heat was boiling and the fragrance was everywhere.

One entrance.
Chapter completed!