While Bu Fang was paying attention to Lei Yun.
The plate of spicy and sour shredded potatoes had been emptied.
The head chef and Liu Mu were eating one spoon at a time … They were enjoying it. While eating, they were still immersed in the delicious sour and spicy shredded potatoes.
They had never thought that an ordinary dish could actually be so delicious. This dish, which they had eaten countless times, could actually tug at their heartstrings like this.
Could it be that the sour and spicy shredded potatoes they had eaten before were fake?
When the last shredded potato was pinched by Liu Mu's fingers and thrown into his mouth, the plate of shredded potatoes was completely finished.
"Delicious … It's so delicious!"
Liu Mu smacked his lips and looked at Bu Fang with amazement in his eyes.
"Is this Bu Fang whose cooking skills are almost the same as mine?"
"Could it be that this kid has been hiding in the small rented house for several days to improve his cooking skills?"
"But this improvement is too fast, isn't it?"
"Cooking is a slow work that produces fine work. Which world-class chef hasn't spent decades immersing in a craft?"
"But how old is Bu Fang?"
The head chef wiped his mouth with a cloth towel. His eyes were a little complicated.
He was still teaching Bu Fang and telling Bu Fang not to slack off in his cooking training.
In the end, Bu Fang's cooking skills made him, the head chef, feel a little ashamed.
"Is this really Bu Fang?"
He had always been optimistic about Bu Fang because he thought that Bu Fang had a more passionate heart for cooking than Liu Mu.
But he didn't expect that this passion could be transformed into cooking so fast.
"You've been enlightened, haven't you? Or have you got some secret books? "
The head chef joked with a smile.
The way he looked at Bu Fang now was no longer the way he looked at a junior.
Just this sour and spicy shredded potatoes was enough for Bu Fang to finish his apprenticeship.
"From today on, you can be independent …"
Bu Fang nodded.
He didn't think much of it.
His culinary skills had long surpassed the Head Chef's imagination. Whether it was his understanding of culinary skills or his focus, they were far beyond what ordinary people could imagine.
What Bu Fang cared about now was who was restricting him.
He had only made some shredded potatoes, but it had already triggered a warning from the Thunder Tribulation.
Could it be …
Bu Fang narrowed his eyes.
After bidding farewell to the head chef, he left the kitchen.
He came to the roof of the dilapidated building.
Standing on the roof, the wind blew gently. He raised his head and looked at the boundless sky. The sky was clear and blue. The thunderclouds had appeared quickly and disappeared just as quickly.
Below them was a busy street with high-rise buildings rising from the ground. The atmosphere of modernity was overwhelming.
Bu Fang was slightly dazed.
However, he quickly calmed his heart.
Zhang Xuan narrowed his eyes.
Bu Fang slightly bent his legs.
Then, a terrifying power seemed to erupt from his legs.
Bang!
Straightening his legs, Bu Fang's body shot up into the sky like a rocket!
With a sonic boom, he soared into the sky.
The wind blew Bu Fang's hair, but Bu Fang didn't care.
He wanted to see what it was that was restricting him like this …
The Great Path?
Or some mysterious person?
Bu Fang's movement wasn't small. At least, the old houses seemed to shake, making the people in the houses think it was an earthquake. Many people ran out, and some even cursed.
Soon, Bu Fang rushed into the clouds.
Air currents kept gushing out.
A heavy pressure fell on Bu Fang's shoulder.
Bu Fang almost couldn't help but break the restraint. However, Bu Fang could feel that once he broke the restraint, Earth would be destroyed in a flash.
This strange feeling made Bu Fang hesitate, but in the end, he chose to give up.
Bang!
After rushing out of the atmosphere, Bu Fang's clothes were already tattered.
Standing in the starry sky, Bu Fang glanced around.
His eyes were like a dragon, staring straight at the universe.
The distant stars and the vast universe seemed to be trying to find that mysterious power …
Unfortunately, everything was very peaceful.
He furrowed his brows.
Bu Fang didn't find anything strange.
The pressure on his body made him fall back to Earth.
With a swooshing sound, he fell like a falling meteor.
It was extremely fast.
The satellites hovering around Earth captured this scene, which immediately caused many people to panic.
What was that?
A meteor?
But why was a meteor in human form?
…
Bang!
Bu Fang fell to the ground, and his body seemed to still be steaming hot.
Bu Fang's control of his strength was very balanced. Falling from a height of ten thousand meters, he didn't cause the ground to explode.
No matter what secrets Earth had …
Bu Fang felt that his main task now was to find the Artifact Spirits and let them return to the God of Cooking Set. Perhaps only in this way could he embark on the perfect path of becoming the God of Cooking.
Swoosh …
Another rain of spiritual energy began to fall from the sky.
The cold rain patted on Bu Fang's body, making Bu Fang feel a little sober.
There was definitely something strange about this spiritual energy rain, but Bu Fang didn't know where exactly it was.
He returned to the rented house and changed into a new set of clothes.
Bu Fang went to the restaurant.
It was a restaurant, but the business was as bleak as ever.
It didn't match the chef's cooking skills.
The chef sat in a chair, making tea and reading a book.
Liu Mu was playing with his phone.
They had long been used to this kind of life without customers.
At this rate, it wouldn't be long before the restaurant closed down.
"You're back?"
The chef smiled when he saw Bu Fang.
"Since you're back, let's eat. I was going to ask you to cook."
Liu Mu also put away his phone. His stomach was already rumbling with hunger.
However, just as they were about to eat …
Footsteps suddenly rang out from outside the door.
Bu Fang picked up some food with his chopsticks without batting an eyelid.
At the chef's signal, Liu Mu ran over excitedly to serve the customer.
"What would you like to eat? Just order whatever you want from the eight major cuisines … The chefs in our restaurant can cook any cuisine. "
Liu Mu said with a smile, his face brimming with youthfulness.
The customer sat down on a chair. He was wet all over, and when the spiritual energy rain rose, there was still spiritual energy escaping.
It was a rather strange feeling …
Liu Mu stopped laughing. His face darkened as he thought of the rumors about supernatural beings and ghosts that had been spreading around recently.
"You can cook any dish?"
The customer lowered his head and chuckled softly. His laughter was a little cold.
Suddenly, the customer moved. He reached out, unzipped his jacket, and pulled out a lively carp that was still spitting bubbles.
"Make this fish into a dish …"
"We … don't accept people who bring their own ingredients here," Liu Mu said with an ugly expression.
"I told you to do it, so you do it … So much nonsense! If you don't do it well … you'll all be buried with this fish. "
The customer said with his head lowered. As he spoke, his clothes were still dripping with rainwater, which splashed and made one's hair stand on end.
"I … I …" Liu Mu's mind went blank. What did this man say?
If you don't cook well … you'll be buried with him? Or buried with the fish?
This man must be joking!
"Go!"
The man bellowed.
It was as if it could shock the soul.
Liu Mu's body trembled. With a splash, the fat carp flew into his arms.
The fat carp immediately flew into his arms. The slippery and cold feeling made Liu Mu's face turn pale with fright.
He didn't know whether to leave or stay.
"I'll cook … this fish." The chef put down his bowl and chopsticks, frowning as he stood up.
It was rare to have a customer who brought his own ingredients …
"Alas … This restaurant really can't stay open anymore."
The chef walked to Liu Mu, reaching out his hand to grab the fish.
"Oh, this fish is quite fat … What do you want to make? Fish Head Tofu Soup? "The chef smiled, pinching the carp. A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.
He had never seen such a fat fish before. It had been out of water for so long, but it could still jump like this.
"Up to you … If you do well, you'll be rewarded. If you don't … you'll be buried with it." The man still kept his head down.
Bu Fang picked up a piece of meat and put it in his mouth, giving the customer a sideways glance.
He seemed to feel something.
That customer also slowly raised his head. His wet hair was tangled, and water droplets dripped down his face.
It was a pale, bloodless face, with a pair of eyes that seemed to emit a ghostly green light.
"Hmm?"
Bu Fang was surprised.
He glanced at the man, then at the fat fish in the chef's hand.
At this moment, the chef had brought the fish into the kitchen. He was very confident in his cooking skills.
Looking at the fat fish, he even felt a little itchy.
Seeing the chef enter the kitchen, Liu Mu was a little scared, shrinking to Bu Fang's side.
He found that staying by Bu Fang's side gave him an inexplicable sense of security …
He took out his phone, logged into the Internet, and began to search for information.
While he was searching, Bu Fang stood up, turning around, and stepping into the kitchen.
That fish just now … was a little strange.
"Strange incident in Jiangdong City, Luming Restaurant on Peace Road. The chefs, including the chef and apprentices, all died tragically!"
"Tianxin Street, Baiyu Restaurant, the owner ran away, and the chef died tragically …"
"Strange incidents happened frequently, and the chefs suffered? Many fish scales were found in the restaurant where the chef died tragically … "
…
Liu Mu's face turned pale. His eyes stared at the information on his phone, his heart pounding.
Of course, he knew Luming Restaurant. It was a very popular restaurant on Peace Road, and so was Baiyu Restaurant … Although its business wasn't good, it wasn't bad either.
However, the chefs of this restaurant all died tragically.
And … many fish scales were found in the restaurant?
Fish scales?
Liu Mu's lips were trembling. He suddenly felt that his hands were inexplicably slippery and disgusting, so he wiped them on his clothes.
He looked up, looking for Bu Fang. He wanted to tell Bu Fang the news. Right now, only Bu Fang, whose expression didn't change, was the harbor of his soul.
However, when he looked up, he found that Bu Fang wasn't there.
The restaurant was extremely quiet. Only the sound of his breathing and the patter of the raindrops on the clothes of the customer behind him could be heard.
F * ck …
Why did you leave me here to grieve alone?!
Liu Mu felt suffocated and wanted to cry.
He grabbed his phone, ready to stand up and sprint to the kitchen at the speed of a 100-meter sprint.
However, before he could get up …
Patter …
A pale hand patted his shoulder.
Liu Mu: "I …"
"Be quiet … You're very noisy."
A hoarse voice rang out. Liu Mu's whole body trembled like a sieve. He suddenly turned his head and looked to his side.
There …
He had a pale face and a pair of eyes that emitted an oily green glow.
The twisted hair was dripping with water.
At this moment, the green eyes were staring at Liu Mu. They were less than an inch away.
…
In the kitchen.
The chef grabbed the fish and put it into the basket.
He was naturally good at cooking fish.
Of course, he was originally going to make fish head tofu soup. However, after thinking about it, the fish meat would be wasted if he made fish head tofu soup. He was afraid that the customers would think that he was cheating on the fish, so he changed the dish.
He was going to cook live fish.
He was much better at this.
Instead of processing the fish first, he prepared other ingredients.
He took out the ingredients from the large refrigerator. Cucumber, bean sprouts, black fungus, and other ingredients were arranged, cut, processed, and put into a plate.
On the other side, he prepared the bottom of the pot to cook the fish.
The most important thing about the fish was the taste of the bottom of the pot.
When Bu Fang walked into the kitchen, the chef had already begun to process the fish.
Holding the sharp knife in his hand, he grabbed the fat fish from the basket and prepared to scrape the scales.
Bu Fang stood at the door of the kitchen, watching calmly.
The chef's movements were methodical.
After the fish scales were scraped off, the fish scales flew and splashed on the ground, making a slight sound.
He removed the scales, removed the bones, sliced the fish, and put it into the oil pan …
The chef's series of operations were methodical.
Gurgle, gurgle.
A spoonful of oil was poured into the stainless steel basin. The sliced cucumber and black fungus were faintly visible in it. After sprinkling a few chopped green onions, the Boiled Fish was done.
The chef turned around with the basin in his hand. He was slightly stunned when he saw Bu Fang.
"Bu Fang, why are you here?
I'll serve the fish to the customers. You can clean up the kitchen. "
The chef said with a smile.
Then, he walked past Bu Fang and walked out of the kitchen.
Bu Fang turned his head and looked at the Boiled Fish in the stainless steel basin. He raised his eyebrows slightly.
Then, Bu Fang walked to the stove.
The ground was scattered with fish scales.
On the stove, the fish bones were scattered.
Bu Fang exhaled.
He stretched out his hand and grabbed at the basket. Immediately, from the basket … he grabbed a lively, plump fish.
It was the fat carp that the strange customer took out.
At this moment, the fat carp was baring its teeth at Bu Fang.
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