The Dark Qilin Bone was the bone of a pseudo-divine beast. It was considered a saint-grade immortal ingredient, but it was the lowest grade among saint-grade immortal ingredients.
At least, it was a good ingredient.
Moreover, the Qilin Bone was the essence of a Qilin, containing endless essence energy and divine energy. It was the best to use it to make soup. The energy of the Qilin Bone would seep out of the bone and fuse with the soup, which could be completely absorbed by the human body.
Hunger was the reason why Bu Fang decided to cook this dish this time.
The curse in You's body needed a dish with rich essence energy to suppress it, and this nourishing soup made from the Qilin Bone was just right.
Actually, stewing soup was also a major category of delicacies.
A good soup could make people immersed in it with just one mouthful.
However, stewing soup tested the chef's control of the fire.
The higher the grade of the ingredient, the more demanding the chef's control of the fire. This was because high-grade ingredients were full of essence.
Once the best time was missed, the essence would be easily destroyed, and the essence would be lost, causing the taste to deteriorate.
Before stewing the soup, Bu Fang needed to prepare the ingredients he needed this time.
His mind flickered.
Bu Fang's figure entered the Heaven and Earth Farmland.
He picked some fresh ingredients and sun-dried ingredients.
Then, he returned to the kitchen.
Bu Fang cut these ingredients and placed them in blue-and-white porcelain bowls.
The first blue and white porcelain bowl was filled with dried cinnabar fruit skin. Most of the essence of the cinnabar fruit skin was contained within. If it was used to make soup, it could completely lock in the freshness of the soup.
The second bowl was filled with the leaves of the Nine Revolution Great Path Tea Tree. The leaves were cut in half by Bu Fang, and the fragrance of the tea permeated the air.
Besides these, there were some cinnabar, fingernail-sized dried spirit fruits, which were similar to the wolfberries in his previous life.
Bu Fang had seen this kind of spirit fruit before, so he specially planted it in the Heaven and Earth Farmland.
The herbs and ingredients were all prepared.
Next was the cooking process.
Bu Fang washed the Black Turtle Constellation Wok, then placed it on the White Tiger Heaven Stove.
Opening his mouth, he spat out a ball of white flame.
The flames darted out and tunneled into the White Tiger Heaven Stove, immediately burning fiercely.
He poured the Spring of Life into it, and the clear Spring of Life emitted a dense life aura.
With a thud, he placed the Qilin bone into it.
The Qilin bone contained some Qilin meat, but the quantity was very small. It was mainly used to make soup.
Starting from the cold water, he slowly heated up the dish in the wok.
During this process, Bu Fang did not release his mental strength.
The flames raged and multiplied continuously.
Soon, a boiling sensation resounded from the wok.
The Qilin bone tumbled about within.
Bu Fang frowned. It was as if he could hear the Dark Qilin's will roaring within the Qilin bone.
This thought had a fatal effect on the taste of the dish.
It was the same as cooking braised fish without removing the fishy smell of the fish.
It can ruin a dish.
As he stretched out his hand, Bu Fang's spirit sea began to boil.
There was a loud rumble.
The golden shadow floating above the spirit sea suddenly opened its eyes, and a dazzling golden light burst forth from its eyes.
It was as if a sharp beam of light had been shot down.
In a short while, it turned into stars and seeped into the Black Turtle Constellation Wok.
It blended into the soup in the wok.
The soup boiled, trembling unceasingly.
It was as if a knife had swept over, slashing at the Dark Qilin.
The Qilin's roar became more intense, as if it was resisting.
However, this resistance was obviously futile. It was as if it had experienced a great battle. The Qilin's will was instantly erased.
Bu Fang opened his eyes.
He exhaled a mouthful of turbid air.
It was visible to the naked eye.
A wisp of dark air rose from the Qilin bone, slowly dispersing in the air.
The following cooking process was not as complicated as before.
Bu Fang took out the Qilin bone, using the Spring of Life to wash the blood foam on it.
Then, he poured out the soup in the Black Turtle Constellation Wok.
After washing the Qilin bone, he placed it in the center of the Black Turtle Constellation Wok. The dark-colored Qilin meat was emitting hot steam.
He took out a blue-and-white porcelain bowl.
He poured the dried spirit fruit and the sliced Son Mother Ginger into it as well.
He added water to the Black Turtle Constellation Wok, making the soup just enough to cover the Qilin bone.
After doing all this, Bu Fang's mind flickered.
The top of the Black Turtle Constellation Wok slowly closed.
Next, it was time to boil the soup.
Bu Fang's mental force surged out.
It seemed to have turned into strands of silk, shooting out and wrapping around the Black Turtle Constellation Wok.
Like strings of a zither, they could feel the movements of the dishes in the wok.
The white immortal flame spurted out, drilling into the bottom of the Black Turtle Constellation Wok.
The flame grew stronger.
It began to heat up.
Bu Fang's hands fell to his waist.
His eyelids drooped slightly, his mental force like silk.
His eyes looked as if he could see through the Black Turtle Constellation Wok, seeing everything inside.
The soup was boiling. The energy of the Dark Qilin bone was released bit by bit, merging into the soup.
The strands of mental force wrapping around the Black Turtle Constellation Wok danced like the strings of a zither, as if they were playing a melody of high mountains and flowing rivers.
When the Dark Qilin Bone's energy was released, beautiful musical notes danced out, forming an intoxicating melody.
Xixi walked in from outside.
She lifted the curtain of the kitchen, making the bell ring. However, it didn't move Bu Fang's mental force.
Xixi curiously looked at Bu Fang, wondering what dish Bu Fang was cooking.
"Teacher Bu, are you making soup?!"
Xixi raised her head, watching curiously.
Her nose twitched, and the rich meaty aroma filled her mouth and nose. Her eyes seemed to change, staring at the mental force strings of Bu Fang, as if she was intoxicated.
She felt as if she could hear Bu Fang's ingredients playing a melodious tune.
That kind of primitive music made her completely immersed in it.
Teacher Bu's cooking skills … were really amazing!
The music had a calm foreshadowing, an intense climax, and a gentle ending. Actually, cooking was the same.
Under the control of Bu Fang's mental force, the white flame slowly changed.
Halfway through the soup …
Bu Fang opened his eyes.
Opening the lid, he added in the dried Scarlet Fruit Skin, wolfberry, and all kinds of spices …
As soon as these scents entered the pot …
The smell of the soup was boiling.
It was turbulent and boiling, as if a palm was gently brushing against his face.
The lid was closed once again.
The flame was boiling.
The music was also getting more and more intense. It was like a torrential downpour, and the strings kept falling.
Xixi's little face was flushed, and beads of sweat rolled down her forehead as she tried to sense the cooking process.
To keep up with Bu Fang's cooking rhythm, it wasn't a small challenge for Xixi.
Although his talent wasn't bad, with Bu Fang's current cooking level, Xixi still had to look up to him.
After cooking, the fire simmered.
Bu Fang pulled back his mental force threads one by one.
He finished cooking.
Turning his head, he looked at Xixi, his eyes much gentler.
"Xixi, go out and rest for a while. Prepare to drink the soup," Bu Fang said gently.
Xixi nodded obediently.
Turning around, she prepared to go out.
"Oh right, if that weird uncle who asked you to cook Chives Bloom appears, you must tell me."
Bu Fang said solemnly.
Society was dangerous. Bu Fang didn't want Xixi to be cheated by a pervert at such a young age.
"Okay."
Xixi smiled and replied.
Then, she walked out of the kitchen.
Bu Fang nodded. His eyes turned, falling on the Black Turtle Constellation Wok.
He opened the lid.
Inside the lid, wisps of hot air rose, like a Qilin baring its fangs and brandishing its claws, walking in the air.
There was an auspicious light rising, bursting out.
It was resplendent and dazzling.
Bu Fang closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath.
There was no greasy smell. Instead, there was a refreshing feeling that seeped into the heart and spleen.
As the hot air rose, it turned into a galloping Qilin above the Black Turtle Constellation Wok.
Bu Fang was very satisfied. He rarely cooked soup, but this time, he was very satisfied with the soup.
Carrying the soup, Bu Fang walked out of the kitchen and into the restaurant.
Ring. Ring.
The curtain was lifted. The sound instantly attracted the attention of everyone in the restaurant.
Xixi obediently sat on the chair, while Hua and You looked at him with anticipation.
Lord Gou was nowhere to be found. However, Bu Fang wasn't worried. As long as that mangy dog didn't bully others, everything would be fine.
The Black Dragon King was really thrown away by Littleflower.
However, he deserved it. Bu Fang had warned him.
He placed the pitch-black Black Turtle Constellation Wok in the middle of the table.
A thick aroma spread out. It was mellow and alluring, surging with majestic essence energy.
Bu Fang took out a blue-and-white porcelain bowl.
He held a spoon.
The broth flowed down the edge of the spoon.
Bu Fang scooped a bowl of broth. The broth seemed to be sparkling, which was very cool.
Bu Fang handed the broth to You.
"Drink it while it's hot."
Bu Fang said.
This dish should have a good effect on suppressing the cursed snake in You's body.
Then, Bu Fang continued to scoop the broth.
Swish.
He also scooped a bowl for Xixi.
The swirling broth looked very beautiful.
The broth's oil formed a wreath, which looked very breathtaking.
You held the blue-and-white porcelain bowl with both of her hands. The warm air in the steaming bowl made You feel warm, which made her cold body feel warm.
The swirling broth and the wreath were like blooming flowers, attracting people's eyes.
The aroma of the broth permeated the air. You couldn't help but swallow her saliva.
Her red lips pursed.
Just as You was about to drink the broth …
Footsteps suddenly rang out outside the restaurant.
The footsteps made Bu Fang stop scooping the broth. He slightly furrowed his brows.
The footsteps were very heavy, as if a mountain was walking.
Bu Fang instinctively raised his head, looking over.
He saw a meatball slowly approaching from a distance.
What?
Bu Fang furrowed his brows.
The meatball walked domineeringly, reaching the restaurant's door. However, it was stuck there.
The corner of Bu Fang's mouth twitched …
Where did this clown come from?
Holding the broth, Xixi turned her head and saw the chubby meatball.
Her eyes instantly lit up.
"Teacher Bu … It's him! He's the weird uncle who asked Xixi to cook Chives Blossoming! "
Xixi shouted excitedly.
Oh?
So it was this fatty?
No wonder Xixi said that he was a weird uncle …
Indeed … It was weird.
To be able to eat so much … It was also a kind of skill!
The restaurant's door wasn't narrow, but Bu Fang had never imagined that someone could be stuck in the door.
Even Fatty Jin, the moneybags of the Light Wind Empire, the fattest person Bu Fang had ever seen, couldn't be stuck in the door …
This fatty's life must have been so good that he could develop horizontally like this.
"Smells so good! This meaty aroma … It's so pure, with a trace of dark energy! This ingredient is definitely of high quality. I've never seen it before! "
The fatty was stuck in the door. His body squirmed, and his nose twitched as he sniffed the meaty aroma. He couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.
"I smelled this pure meaty aroma from afar … It really didn't disappoint me! Oh right, brother … Your door is a little narrow. You need to fix it! "
Fatty Ding squirmed for a while before squeezing through the door. Wiping the sweat on his forehead, he shouted at Bu Fang.
With a glance, Fatty Ding saw the broth in the Black Turtle Constellation Wok.
Huffing and puffing, he walked to the table and sat on a chair.
He smiled as if he was close with Bu Fang.
Then, he rubbed his hands, the fat on his body jiggling. He said to Bu Fang, "Brother, give me a bowl of broth!"
You and Hua glanced at him, then retracted their gazes.
Finally, their gazes locked on the bowl in his hand.
Bu Fang looked at Fatty Ding, his face gradually becoming solemn.
Was this the weird uncle who had led Xixi astray?
Leading Xixi astray, and she still wanted to drink the broth?
"No meat, no broth … Do you want the bowl?" Bu Fang expressionlessly looked at Fatty Ding.
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