Gourmet of Another World

Chapter 533: If Your Cauldron Doesn’t Explode, It’ll Be my Loss

Translator: CatatoPatch Editor: Vermillion

When Nangong Wuque first heard the news from the servant, he rejected it. He had thought that the servant was joking, but when he saw the scorching sun suspended in the sky, he was completely shocked.

Damn! He had actually missed the timing for the match. What time was it?!

This was something out of his expectations…

Originally, he had planned to spend the night fusing with the Nine Hell King Flame; after that, he would rush to the central plaza and win the match.

However, God’s plans always superseded human plans, even his. He had actually spent this much time to fuse with the Nine Hell King Flame.

Nangong Wuque’s heart was bleeding at the thought. Old Bu had planned to throw the match, but what did he himself do? He had ruined Old Bu’s painstaking efforts; he did not even attend the match.

“Why didn’t you remind me!”Nangong Wuque’s heart lurched as he turned to the respectful servant, who was standing at his side, and asked in a depressing tone of voice.

The servant was stunned, but he only bowed and replied, “If the patriarch wants me to remind you, the patriarch has to tell us in advance; if patriarch does not do so, then how would this insignificant one know he should remind patriarch?! So, the next time the patriarch has business to attend, please tell us in advance; if you don’t do so, it will mean that there is no trust between us.”

“Say no more; it’s all my fault!” Nangong Wuque was enraged, but he had no words with which to refute his servant.

He no longer cared for breathing in the fresh air, neither did he concern himself with the sense of fulfillment he obtained from the Nine Hell King Flame residing in his body. At that moment, all he wanted to do was rush to the central square with his fastest speed; maybe he would still make it in time for the match.

After leaving the secret room, Nangong Wuque did not take time to clean up the filth all over his body; instead, he charged out of the Nangong Family property, running toward the central plaza at an extremely quick pace.

He began to wonder if he had fallen for Yang Meiji’s plans?

Did that lady deliberately mess things up? Was it all in order to make him fail to participate in today’s match?

What exactly was the relationship between that Yang Meiji and Old Bu?!

He did not think Old Bu was actually like that! Nangong Wuque believed he had now seen through Old Bu’s facade. His loss in this match was without reason.

No… He clearly understood the reason for his loss. He did not lose to Old Bu, but rather, he lost to Yang Meiji.

Who knew that Yang Meiji would, on the very last day, come running to him to return his Nine Hell King Flame? That sincere expression had made it hard for him to refuse.

And the result of his inability to refuse… was him being very late for the match.

When he arrived at the entrance of the central plaza, he perceived a pleasant aroma that had wafted over from somewhere else.

His heart sank to the bottom.

This smell… Without a doubt, Old Bu had already begun to cook. Victory in this match already belonged to Old Bu!

He had not participated in this match, so as long as Old Bu’s dish met the minimum requirement, he would easily clinch the victory.

His loss was an injustice!

At this point, Bu Fang finished cooking the bear paw. The bear paw exuded a fragrance so pleasant that it attracted the attention of countless people.

Although this was not the first time he had cooked the bear paw dish, people still exclaimed in surprise whenever they saw it. The members of the audience had not tasted the bear paw dish before, but they could guess how good it tasted after seeing the joy and satisfaction on the faces of the few alchemy grandmasters.

Bu Fang wiped his wet hands and sighed gently.

He turned his attention to the empty bronze platform in the distance. Nangong Wuque still had not shown up.

“This rascal, where exactly did he go?” Bu Fang whispered in confusion.

Suddenly, the audience began to clamor, and laughter and whistles rang out.

The alchemy grandmasters, who were making quick work of the bear paws, were attracted by the uproar. They did not understand why the audience would suddenly begin to react this way, so they followed the audience’s line of sight.

At the entrance of the square, a sorry figure had just waddled in. The person looked as though he was about to burst into tears. That person was Nangong Wuque.