860. About Cooking Food (2)Translator: Guy Gone Bad

Mo Fei nodded, “Fifty percent. After last time, I had some experience already.”

Xiao Chen squinted his eyes, “Now people all say the potion your refined is a fake one. But if you can refine a few more, the rumor will collapse itself.”

“Fake?” Mo Fei asked with a puzzled frown.

Xiao Chen blinked his eyes and covered his mouth.

Mo Fei looked at Xiao Chen and said, “What’s going on? Tell me!”

Xiao Chen sighed, “Actually I also don’t know what happened. It’s just that, at first people only said your potion is pseudo, but then they all said it’s counterfeit. Some even said your potion is poisonous.”

Mo Fei took a deep breath, “Those damn bastards! How dare they say that about me? If the tiger doesn’t demonstrate its power, they really think it’s a cat!”

Xiao Chen smiled helplessly, “Mo Fei, cool down, tall trees catch the wind! It’s hard to avoid people’s jealousy when you have such a huge reputation.”

Mo Fei grinded his teeth, “Son of a b*tch. They even said I’m selling counterfeit potions! If I know who is slandering me behind my bad, I’ll kick his as*!”

Xiao Chen, “…”

…

Streams of golden light appeared from Mo Fei’s dwelling.

“What’s that?” Wei Pengfei looked at the place where the golden light was in full bloom, eyes tightly narrowed.

“That’s Mo Fei’s house! Is it possible he has refined a heavenly class potion again?” Chu Jun blackened his face. He had already thought it was merely Mo Fei’s luck to successfully made a heavenly class potion, but now he had produced the second one, which already couldn’t be explained by luck.

Tang Jin bit his teeth, “No way!”

Wei Pengfei clenched his fists and took several deep breaths before pressing down the jealousy in his heart.

Beside Mo Fei’s potion room

Chen Xiaoyao looked at the spot where the golden light was giving off, the corner of the mouth formed a faint smile, “Mo Fei is absolutely a super talent!”

Cheng Mobai rubbed his hands, “This time, we can’t let those people from the pharmacists’ association take it away again!”

A pharmacist, in order to be certified as a heavenly class pharmacist, traditionally needed to be certified by the Association.

Only if one’s potion passed the test and identified as a heavenly class potion could one be officially recognized as a heavenly class pharmacist.

Generally speaking, that heavenly class potion should be given back to the owner. Pity that Mo Fei’s potion failed to pass the certification, even finally got pocketed by those people.

Chen Xiaoyao nodded, “Of course.”

Mo Yi came in holding Su Wudi in his arms, Cheng Mobai looked at him and asked, “Yiyi, what are doing here?”

“People from the pharmacists’ association are here.” Mo Yi helplessly said.

Cheng Mobai gave a cold smile, eyes wide open, “What? Those people come again? How dare those bastards come again? Their faces are even thicker than the city walls!”

Mo Yi shrugged his shoulders and said, “How would I ever know?”

“Brother Cheng.” A man dressed in black came in.

“Brother He, how could you such a busy man have time to come to see me?” Cheng Mobai said indifferently.

He Fei forced a smile, “I see some anomalies happening here, and I think it should be that Mo Fei has refined another heavenly class potion.”

Cheng Mobai made a fake smile, “Brother He, you must be kidding. How old is my disciple? How could he refine heavenly class potions? Aren’t you joking?”

He Fei shrugged his shoulders and said, “Isn’t the anomalies the birth of a heavenly class potion?”

“How is it possible? It was just that my disciple is cooking food.” Cheng Mobai said so wearing a fake smile.

He Fei squinted his eyes and said disapprovingly, “Brother Cheng, you must be kidding. How could cooking food make such anomalies?”

Cheng Mobai argued back, “Why can’t cooking food have such anomalies? When my disciple cooks food, it’s always like mountains fall and the earth splits!”

He Fei, “…”

“Shifu.” Mo Fei came out of the potion room.

Cheng Mo looked at Mo Fei, with his hands held behind, “Mo Fei, are you done with the cooking?”

Mo Fei nodded. “Yeah, but it’s charred, turned into a handful of ashes!”

Cheng Mobai picked his eyebrows, “All burned into ashes? Never mind. If you don’t know how to cook, it’s OK, let Lou Yu do it.”

Mo Fei rubbed his nose, “But Lou Yu can’t cook.”

Cheng Mobai said grumpily, “Then let him learn, or you get him changed.”

“Get him changed?” said Mo Fei suspiciously.

“Of course, my disciple, you are so outstanding. Why can’t you find a man who can cook? If he can’t cook, then let him go away. Don’t worry. You will find a better one.” Said Cheng Mobai generously.

Mo Fei, “…”