章 626: The Familiar Flavor

Nethery battled her long eyelashes, and with an expression of skepticism on her face, she glanced at Bu Fang first before turning to Yang Meiji. Her cheeks remained stuffed, though, and she continued to chew.

Gulp! She swallowed down the mouthful of Dragon Blood Rice. Her red lips, which were now smeared with oil, still looked very luscious!

As soon as Bu Fang sat in front of Nethery, Yang Meiji screamed. This startled Bu Fang, and he turned to look at her in surprise.

With raised brows, Yang Meiji glared at Bu Fang as though he were a pervert.

Bu Fang was puzzled. What kind of look was that?

Why would he, Bu Fang—the one who aimed to become the God of Cooking, thereby reaching the top of the food chain in this fantasy world—become a pervert?

Bu Fang chose not to bother with Yang meiji, so he turned his attention back to Nethery, who was chewing another mouthful of Dragon Blood Rice.