It was raining.
And it was raining with spiritual energy.
Although Bu Fang's divine sense was suppressed, it still existed. He could clearly sense the spiritual energy in the rain.
Would there be spiritual energy on Earth?
Did it exist all the time, or did it appear because of his return?
Bu Fang was a little confused. He didn't cultivate before, so he didn't know if there was spiritual energy in the rain.
The spiritual energy rain didn't last long and soon stopped.
The ground was full of water. When Bu Fang stepped on it, the water splashed, and the cold rain went through his toes, making him feel cold.
Spiritual energy was only contained in the rain. After the falling rain evaporated, the spiritual energy contained in the rain also rose.
It filled the air.
In fact, there was no spiritual energy in the air. It was because of the rain that there was spiritual energy.
What was strange was the rain …
Suddenly, Bu Fang was stunned.
He was lost in thought.
It seemed that the Artifact Spirit was really sleeping on Earth. Otherwise, there wouldn't be spiritual energy rain on Earth.
Bu Fang was a little helpless because he couldn't find You.
His divine sense was suppressed, and the suppression was very strong. Of course, Bu Fang could force his way through the suppression, but he didn't know what would happen if he did.
Would he alert the enemy?
Or would it cause a drastic change on Earth, destroying it or something …
Back in the old house …
The air was still filled with the smell of moldy ingredients. Bu Fang frowned and collected all the ingredients, throwing them away like garbage.
He didn't like this kind of ingredients at all.
There was a knock on the door.
Bu Fang opened the door.
Outside the door stood Liu Mu, who was looking at Bu Fang in horror, as if he had seen a ghost.
He didn't dare to offend Bu Fang at all.
He crushed his phone and patted it, almost breaking his fingers …
There was something wrong with this guy.
"The head chef wants you to go over!"
Liu Mu said.
After that, he hurriedly ran away. He hadn't figured out how to face Bu Fang, so he didn't want to see Bu Fang now.
Head chef?
Patting Xiaopi on his back, Bu Fang stepped out of the room.
He walked downstairs to the restaurant across the street.
Yue Manor was the name of this restaurant. The decorations were magnificent and magnificent.
However, business was quite bleak.
This had nothing to do with the chef's skills. The dishes in this restaurant actually tasted pretty good.
Bu Fang was a chef's apprentice here, so he had tasted the chef's cooking before.
However, the restaurant just wasn't popular. Back then, Bu Fang couldn't understand why.
Liu Mu cowered to the side in fear. Bu Fang stepped into the restaurant and glanced at him. Liu Mu cowered, not daring to look Bu Fang in the eye.
Bu Fang pursed his lips, clasped his hands behind his back, and walked toward the kitchen.
Needless to say, the head chef should be in the kitchen.
Chi chi chi …
As soon as he entered the kitchen, there was the sound of pots being tossed. That was the sound of pots colliding with the stove, and the fire was raging.
Bu Fang raised his head and looked over.
There, a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties was holding a ladle in one hand and the edge of the iron pot with a rag in the other. He was tossing the wok skillfully.
Of course, in Bu Fang's eyes, the middle-aged man's wok tossing technique was full of mistakes.
At the edge of the stove, there were a lot of seasonings, sugar, salt, MSG, soy sauce, garlic paste, chili …
To Bu Fang, all of this was familiar and strange at the same time.
It seemed that Bu Fang hadn't done this kind of simple cooking for a long time.
Chi chi …
The wok tossing ended.
A spoonful of water sizzled.
Then, he covered the wok and stewed it.
At this time, the head chef finally had time to look at Bu Fang.
"You're here …"
The head chef looked at Bu Fang and smiled gently.
Bu Fang nodded expressionlessly. His face had become much gentler.
This head chef had taught him everything and had high hopes for Bu Fang. So, Bu Fang was much gentler to him.
"Bu Fang, you've been slacking these days … Being a chef is a profession that you can't slack off. Once you slack off, your sensitivity to food will weaken, and it will be difficult for you to cook satisfactory dishes," the head chef said.
He wiped his hands with a rag, leaned against the stove, and looked at Bu Fang.
Bu Fang nodded. Of course, he knew what the other party meant by slacking off.
However, it was not his fault. After all, he had transmigrated.
"Our Yue Family's business is not very good. We might not be able to continue … Alas, what a pity. I was ambitious to come to Yue Family to make a name for myself, but in the end, I ended up like this …
"Alright, let's stop talking. Go and cut the ingredients … We'll have dinner later."
The head chef sighed.
He turned around, uncovered the wok, and continued to cook.
Bu Fang was stunned, but he did not refuse.
He walked to another stove.
He picked up a few potatoes on the stove and tossed them in the air. They were familiar ingredients …
Cutting potatoes was a very troublesome thing because he had to peel them first before he could shred them …
But Bu Fang did not care.
He suddenly had an urge to cook a dish.
He wondered if he still had that kind of control over his cooking skills after he came back.
He grabbed a kitchen knife from the knife rack.
With a shake of his hand, he twirled the knife in his hand. The knife light flashed.
The potatoes were washed and cleaned.
Then, he tossed them up gently.
The potatoes floated in the air. When they were about to fall, Bu Fang's eyes suddenly became sharp.
In his eyes, the falling speed of the potatoes became very slow.
Buzz …
The kitchen knife slashed out fiercely. As if he had carved a circle, the knife light splashed everywhere.
Then …
He held the kitchen knife horizontally, with the blade facing up.
The potato immediately fell and landed on the surface of the knife. It was still spinning in the air.
On the other side, there was a whole potato skin of the same width.
Liu Mu happened to come in. When he saw this scene, his mouth dropped open, his face dumbfounded …
This kind of operation was so dazzling that it almost blinded his eyes!
Who could peel a potato like this?!
"You … You, you, you …"
Liu Mu stretched out his fingers, stammering, unable to say a word.
Bu Fang glanced at him, the corners of his mouth twitching.
Clatter, clatter, clatter, clatter …
There was a fast-paced collision. It was the collision of the kitchen knife and the chopping board, which was very pleasant to the ear.
The entire oval-shaped potato was cut into thin shreds, and every shred of potato had the same thickness …
This sound made the head chef turn around, and he happened to see Bu Fang's knife skill.
That moment was a little breathtaking.
Of course, it was just breathtaking. If he had seen the scene when Bu Fang tossed the potatoes and peeled them, he would have been as shocked as Liu Mu.
After cutting the potatoes, Bu Fang did not continue.
The next dish was stir-fried potato shreds.
"Continue."
The head chef said all of a sudden.
He didn't know why, but when Bu Fang used his knife skill, he had a kind of charm that made him admire him.
Did this kid suddenly become enlightened?
"Okay." Bu Fang nodded, his face expressionless.
He lit the fire and heated the wok. The sound of the burning gas arose.
Bu Fang's movements were simple and elegant.
The main thing was that this dish was so simple that it didn't have any difficulty.
He swung the kitchen knife across the chopping board, and the sliced potatoes fell into the wok. Instantly, thick white smoke rose.
Holding the ladle, Bu Fang began to shake the wok.
That set of movements was so coordinated, as if they were connected in a line.
The fire was burning, but Bu Fang's face was expressionless.
Without looking, Bu Fang grabbed the ladle, scooping the seasoning on the stove.
Bu Fang didn't need to look at how much he should scoop and how much was appropriate.
He sprinkled it into the wok, shaking it.
Liu Mu swallowed his saliva.
"This kid … Is he messing around? Is he trying to be cool? He didn't even look at the amount of seasoning … and just sprinkled it into the wok! "
Liu Mu didn't believe that Bu Fang's cooking skill could be so good all of a sudden.
It was obvious that they were on the same level before.
They had agreed to become dogs together. Why did he quietly show off?
"Shut up! Watch carefully … "
The head chef scolded Liu Mu excitedly.
He turned his head, staring at Bu Fang's cooking. There was no mistake. It was so perfect that he couldn't believe it.
The calmness in his eyes showed his confidence in his cooking skill. Bu Fang believed that the amount of seasoning and the control of the heat …
Only a world-class chef could have such confidence!
Textbook cooking!
Sizzle.
The wok shook.
The shredded potatoes in the wok fell into the ladle.
With a swish, they were poured into the bowl.
The soup poured down.
There seemed to be a flash of light.
Liu Mu almost thought he was blind!
The dish could shine! It was really shining just now!
"Hot and Sour Potato Shredded, done."
Bu Fang put down the utensils, frowned, and wiped the water stains on his hands.
Without the God of Cooking set, he felt a little uncomfortable.
"This …"
The head chef's lips were trembling. He looked at Bu Fang in disbelief.
When the dish was formed, there seemed to be light flowing around it.
Although it was just a simple dish of sour and spicy shredded potatoes, the fragrance in the air was just right, and the sour and spicy taste was just right.
This dish looked ordinary, but it wasn't simple at all.
The head chef swallowed and grabbed the ladle.
He scooped up a spoonful of light golden Hot and Sour Potato Shredded.
Looking carefully, he could see that each potato shredded had the same thickness. This was the perfect knife skill.
Moreover, the taste and heat control of each potato shredded were exactly the same …
Ah!
A spoonful of potato shredded entered his mouth.
The head chef's eyes narrowed …
"Oh!"
The head chef narrowed his eyes, his face blushing. His clothes fluttered.
He felt like he was riding a horse, galloping on the prairie.
Galloping on the horse, elegant and unrestrained.
The wind was blowing, the horse was neighing, and the potatoes were rolling under his feet …
The sour and spicy taste, the soft and tender potatoes … combined together, it was like a delicacy in the world, making people drown in it!
The head chef grabbed the ladle, his feet clasped together. His body was shaking, as if he was shivering.
He had never eaten such delicious food.
Was this really a delicacy that humans could cook?
Wasn't this the masterpiece of God?!
The head chef's eyes were red, and he seemed to be about to cry …
Liu Mu was dumbfounded. Looking at the head chef's reaction, he felt as if he was possessed by a ghost …
'Damn it … It's just a Hot and Sour Potato Shredded. Why are you so moved?!'
Liu Mu screamed in his heart.
The aroma lingering in the air made him somewhat incredulous.
He didn't believe that Bu Fang, who used to be at the same level as him, could make such a dish!
He grabbed a porcelain spoon and scooped up a spoonful of potato shredded.
Shoving it into his mouth, he chewed, not caring about how hot it was.
Chewing, chewing …
Liu Mu's movements stopped.
His body froze, and his eyes were slightly absent-minded.
He felt as if his soul had floated away.
This dish reminded him of the dishes his elderly grandmother had cooked for him when he was a child …
That smell, that feeling, made his nose tingle involuntarily.
He couldn't help but shed tears.
How could there be such a delicious Hot and Sour Potato Shredded in this world?!
Rumble!
Looking at the reaction of the head chef and Liu Mu, Bu Fang twitched the corner of his mouth.
Suddenly, a rumbling sound rang out.
Bu Fang furrowed his brows and looked out the window.
He looked out the window. There, thunderclouds were gathering, and terrifying rumbles were condensing within.
In those thunderclouds, mighty spiritual energy was surging, as if an invisible force had locked onto him.
Bu Fang's eyes narrowed.
"Lightning punishment? There's lightning punishment when cooking on Earth?! "
Bu Fang looked straight at the sky as if he wanted to see through the thunderclouds.
However, soon, the thunderclouds dispersed.
It was as if they had gathered and appeared to give Bu Fang a warning.
Bu Fang narrowed his eyes. Was he going to … stop him from cooking?
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