A success rate of twenty percent.
In other words, there was an eighty percent failure rate, which meant that the failure rate was as high as eighty percent.
The failure rate was four times the success rate.
When ordinary people heard this failure rate, they would close their eyes and choose to refuse the task.
However, the System really didn't expect that Bu Fang would actually choose to accept this task. Moreover, he was very straightforward and didn't hesitate at all.
Once this task was accepted, it couldn't be terminated. Once it was terminated, he would also be erased by the System.
Bu Fang's choice stunned the System for a while.
After a long time, it opened its mouth.
It was still a serious voice.
"The Host has accepted the task. The task begins. The recipe for the Three-cup Divine Chicken will now be issued. Please accept it."
Buzz …
The System's voice faded away.
Bu Fang's eyes flickered with uncertainty.
A moment later, he stood where he was and fell into deep thought.
In his mind, densely packed information surged into his brain.
In his spirit sea …
The Golden Divine Dragon, the Vermilion Bird, the Black Turtle, and the White Tiger couldn't help but raise their heads, looking at a book that had emerged in the void with some horror.
It was a golden book that was completely condensed from spiritual energy. Turbulent waves were constantly emanating from it.
As the fluctuations spread, the Artifact Spirits in Bu Fang's spirit sea were shocked.
"This is the God of Cooking's Menu?!"
"What? How did Little Host come into contact with the God of Cooking's Menu so early? "
"The System is trying to force Little Host to a dead end. The God of Cooking's Menu is out so quickly …"
The Artifact Spirits were all shocked.
The Divine Dragon and the Vermilion Bird couldn't stop chattering.
"Hmph … The System is stirring up trouble. Little Host is just a Second Stage Little Saint. What's the success rate of cooking a dish from the God of Cooking's Menu? Ten percent? Or twenty percent? No matter what, the success rate is too low. "
White Tiger snorted proudly and said.
"This is not something we can worry about … We just need to do our job well."
The Black Turtle spoke, and the entire spirit sea fell silent.
At this moment, Bu Fang naturally did not know what was happening in his spirit sea.
At this moment, he was fully focused on reading and understanding the contents of the God of Cooking's Menu that were pouring into his mind.
Three-cup Heavenly Chicken.
Bu Fang took a deep breath, and there seemed to be golden lines flowing in his eyes.
The Three-cup Divine Chicken was derived from a dish called Three-cup Chicken on Earth.
Bu Fang was no stranger to this.
After reading the cooking method in the recipe, Bu Fang's face turned ugly for the first time.
No wonder the system said that he only had a 20% success rate. The system said that he only had a 20% success rate because the system thought highly of him.
If Bu Fang were to estimate it himself, it wouldn't even be ten percent.
Difficult …
It was too difficult.
Bu Fang could sense that there was a book in his spirit sea, which should be the God of Cooking's Menu that the System mentioned.
However, he couldn't flip through the book at all. Even his connection with the artifact spirit had been cut off.
Bu Fang furrowed his brows.
Then, he turned and walked into the kitchen.
Bu Fang stood in front of the stove.
He took a deep breath, and the light in his eyes flickered. He carefully thought about the details described in the recipe.
Details determined success or failure. No matter what you did, details were the most important, especially in cooking.
A tiny detail in cooking could even determine the taste of the whole dish.
As a chef, he must have the awareness to pay attention to details.
Three-cup Chicken, or rather, Three-cup Heavenly Chicken.
It was called three cups because there were only three main seasonings in this dish: one cup of soy sauce, one cup of sesame oil, and one cup of rice wine.
Only three cups of seasonings were needed to make a dish.
Naturally, it was very difficult.
Buzz …
Standing in front of the stove, he could see with the naked eye that ingredients appeared on it.
These ingredients … were extremely ordinary, without any spiritual energy or immortal energy, as if they were ordinary dishes that could be bought in the market in his previous life.
Of course, the quality was excellent.
A plucked chicken was placed in a blue-and-white porcelain bowl. But that was not the end.
Bu Fang still needed to process the chicken a second time.
Bu Fang didn't do it casually.
He didn't dare to do it carelessly. Once he failed to cook this dish, he would be erased.
When the system said the word 'erased', it didn't show any emotion.
Bu Fang believed that once he failed, the system would mercilessly erase him. The system wouldn't be merciful just because he was the host.
Thus, Bu Fang didn't dare to be careless.
Closing his eyes, he calmed the excitement in his heart.
One second, two seconds, three seconds …
Bu Fang opened his eyes.
His gaze was calm, without any emotion.
There was no fear of being erased if he failed, and there was no fear of the low success rate.
There was only … the calmness and ease of a chef.
Swish …
The Black Turtle Constellation Wok was placed on the White Tiger Heaven Stove.
The flame drilled into the stove and immediately started burning. The scorching temperature exploded.
Instead of using the Spring of Life, Bu Fang poured the water the system had prepared for him. This water was clear and sweet, but … it didn't have any spirit energy or immortal energy!
With an indifferent look, he poured the water the system had prepared into the wok.
The water boiled.
Bu Fang scooped out the water, putting it into the blue-and-white porcelain bowl.
Swish …
Without using true energy to cover his palm, the scalding hot water made Bu Fang furrow his brows.
He carefully plucked all the feathers from the chicken, not leaving a single hair behind.
After checking carefully, Bu Fang grabbed the chicken, placing it on the chopping board.
At this moment, his hands had already been scalded red by the boiling water.
Bu Fang was bewildered. Suddenly, he felt as if he had returned to his normal cooking state.
He took out the Dragon Bone Kitchen Knife.
After twirling it in his hand, he slashed it down.
Swish …
He chopped off the sturdy chicken leg, cut it into pieces, and placed it on a plate.
Gulp. Gulp.
Bu Fang poured the oil into the wok. The hot oil in the wok began to boil in an instant.
Then, he poured the chicken pieces into the wok.
Suddenly, Bu Fang's mental force erupted …
Next was the important cooking process that concerned life and death …
His divine will suddenly boiled.
In Bu Fang's spirit sea, his mental force seemed to be spinning fast.
In Bu Fang's eyes, everything seemed to have slowed down.
The boiling oil in the wok seemed to solidify as it slowly spurted out.
As his mental force poured into the chicken like silk, he could clearly see the heat of the oil drilling into the muscles, and he could clearly see the chicken turning solid.
In his spirit sea …
The Artifact Spirits seemed to hold their breaths.
"There can't be a single mistake."
"The cooking of the God of Cooking's Menu must be perfect. If it's not perfect, it can't be selected."
"As long as there's a slight mistake, it means failure, and you'll be obliterated!"
…
The Artifact Spirits sighed with emotion.
As Artifact Spirits, they had seen too much.
They didn't expect this moment to come so soon.
However, this was also a test for their host.
If the host could pass this test …
That was to gain their true approval!
Then, they would wholeheartedly help Bu Fang embark on the road to becoming the God of Cooking.
As Artifact Spirits, it was a very cautious thing to be sincere.
…
Swish.
The oil splashed, and the golden oil dripped from the meat into the bowl.
After shaking it and draining all the oil, Bu Fang began to prepare for the other cooking process.
He had already memorized every step of cooking the dish.
The so-called God of Cooking's Menu was all about using the most common ingredients to cook the best delicacies …
This was a very strict test for a chef.
Only by perfectly grasping every opportunity could a dish be cooked to perfection.
Outside the restaurant …
The terrible battle continued.
After the breakthrough, Yinglong Prison Overlord and Hades Erha fought against Black Demon of the Black Temple.
The noise of the battle shook the world.
Above the sky, under the starry sky …
In the boundless starry sky battlefield …
Several figures clashed at high speed. Every time they collided, a terrifying energy spread out, bombarding the surroundings.
As a result, some of the warships floating in the void began to crumble and shatter!
The battle between the Great Sage was incomparably terrifying.
In the restaurant …
You sat on a chair, her face pale. The pain in her body made her furrow her brows.
Little Hu, in her arms, stuck out his tongue, licked You's face, bringing her warmth.
His fluffy tail stroked You's face, as though he was relieving You's pain.
In the kitchen …
Bu Fang, on the other hand, was concentrating on cooking. His eyes were wide open and bloodshot.
He didn't dare to make the slightest mistake, so he had to concentrate.
If one looked carefully, they would see that Bu Fang's hand, which was holding the kitchen knife, was trembling.
Although he had emphasized that he should cook calmly, when it came to the actual situation … Bu Fang couldn't calm his trembling heart. Sizzle.
Sizzle.
He poured the first cup of sesame oil into the wok.
When the sesame oil boiled, he added the chopped scallions and ginger.
As the stir-frying began, Bu Fang's mental force burst out again. Everything seemed to become very slow in his eyes …
After stir-frying, Bu Fang put the chicken pieces, which had been drained of oil and water, into the wok.
He shook the wok and stir-fried.
The angle, strength, and speed of stir-frying all had strict requirements. Any mistake … would lead to a mistake in the dish.
Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead.
His eyes were bloodshot, as though they were about to be completely blinded.
This feeling …
Bu Fang was exhausted from head to toe.
He stir-fried for about five minutes, shaking the wok dozens of times.
The color of the chicken pieces changed.
At this moment, Bu Fang poured the second cup of rice wine into the wok.
It was just an ordinary rice wine. It was cloudy and yellow, but the fragrance of the wine left an unforgettable impression in Bu Fang's mind.
Swish …
When the rice wine entered the wok, the entire wok seemed to explode.
The wok began to boil, and sizzling sounds echoed unceasingly.
After a while …
Bu Fang took a deep breath.
He raised his hand, grabbing the last cup of seasoning on the stove.
However, as soon as his fingers touched that cup, Bu Fang's body stiffened. He couldn't even move …
The blood vessels in his eyes expanded. Swoosh …
In his eyes …
Bu Fang slowly closed his bloodshot eyes. At the corners of his eyes … blood-colored tears trickled down his cheeks.
With a splash, they dripped on the kitchen floor.
The immortal flame on the stove began to shake violently, flickering as if it would extinguish at any moment.
"It's over!"
"Not good. He's going to fail … Little Host's current cultivation base is too weak. His mental force, which has just entered the Divine Will realm, is indeed not enough!"
"Failure means death … The path to becoming the God of Cooking is really tough. Little Host couldn't endure it in the end."
In the spirit sea, the Artifact Spirits' faces changed.
When they sensed Bu Fang's condition, they all sighed.
Even the narcissistic Divine Dragon, the lively Vermilion Bird, the dull Black Tortoise, and the arrogant White Tiger … all sighed.
Perhaps … this was the last emotion they could leave to their host of this generation.
Acheron's Little Restaurant
You, sitting in the restaurant, seemed to sense something. She was bewildered, turning her head to look at the restaurant.
Little Hu, in her arms, also lifted his head.
In the battlefield of the stars …
The giant black dog, whose eyes were like the starry sky, glanced in the direction of Earth Prison's Acheron's Little Restaurant. There seemed to be thousands of emotions moving in its eyes.
Heaven and Earth Farmland
The sky had turned blood-red.
Niu Hansan stood in front of the wooden hut, his face complicated.
In the kitchen …
Bu Fang's body shook violently.
The sweat on his forehead and the blood at the corners of his eyes seemed to merge together.
Then, he opened his eyes.
A pair of blood-red eyes emerged.
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