"In the next round…. if your furnace doesn't explode, you can count it as my loss."
This sentence fluttered out of Bu Fang's mouth. Although it held no power behind it, it still made Nangong Wuque and Mao Shi jolt.
Nangong Wuque looked at Bu Fang in disbelief, with his eyes opened wide. What had Old Bu just said? So domineering? Was this still the Old Bu he knew?
Mao Shi was shocked as well. He stood frozen on the spot from those words, and his mind went blank.
"You…" Mao Shi's eyebrows moved, as if he wanted to say something. He did not think that this chef would actually let out such words. Even he himself would not dare to spout such words, would he?
If your furnace doesn't explode, it'll be my loss? How did he have the guts to say something like that?
What did this chef take Mao Shi for? One of those trashy alchemists that would randomly cause their furnaces to explode? Wasn't he looking down on Mao Shi too much?
