Bu Fang covered his mouth with his hand.
So … that was how the food was cooked.
The ingredient was actually an insect from the River of Curses …
Bu Fang had never seen such a simple and crude cooking method …
As a chef who loved delicious food, Bu Fang was a little obsessed with cleanliness. He liked cleanliness, just like the man's performance.
But …
The contrast between the man's performance was too big.
The insect crawled on his arm, and when it wriggled, it gave him a scalp numb and a creepy feeling, which made Bu Fang feel a little depressed.
Roar!
Roars came from outside the kitchen. They came from the one thousand exiles who had been chosen by District D.
Bu Fang had seen the fanaticism and craziness of those exiles for this dark cuisine.
From the very beginning, this cooking competition was unfair.
Bu Fang was on the side that was absolutely crushed.
At this moment, Bu Fang, whose mind was shaken, was a little confused. He was still savoring the disgusting taste of the dark cuisine.
Of course …
For a moment, Bu Fang couldn't think of any dish or delicacy that could defeat this dark cuisine.
He wanted the exiles of District D, who had long been attracted by the dark cuisine, to choose his food.
…
"I lost."
With tears in his eyes, the stooped old man looked at the scene. He could empathize with Bu Fang's confusion.
Not too long ago, he had also been at a loss like this. Then, he had completely failed, completely and utterly lost.
Looking at the man, the stooped old man's face was very complicated.
This was him, who he used to be …
That was his past. However, he was imprisoned by the Queen of Curses and sealed in this death pass for generations to come …
The Queen of Curses …
The stooped old man clenched his fists.
However, a wisp of dark curse rose, making his whole body convulse in pain.
…
"Blergh …"
"This food … is too disgusting. Only the disgusting insects of District D would eat this thing."
"This is a reward from the Queen. It can suppress the curse. They should be grateful!"
The nobles also saw the man's cooking, and their expressions changed. Some of them even covered their mouths with an ugly expression.
Indeed … this kind of cooking had a huge impact on them.
Although they already knew how to cook this kind of food.
However, every time they looked at it, they would feel nauseous from the depths of their bodies.
That was why they looked down on the people of District D.
In their eyes, the people of District D who ate this kind of food were like ants and worms …
"Although it's disgusting, there's no doubt … this chef can't beat this food!"
Some nobles smiled and shook their heads. Although they had lost the bet,
But it didn't stop them from winning in the following bets.
The bet was also initiated by Countess Xia Qiu, and the winner and loser of the bet would be chosen.
The question was whether Bu Fang could win.
Without a doubt, these nobles all bet that Bu Fang would lose.
No one could beat this kind of food …
It was a temptation from the soul. Like a poison, it made the insects of District D crazy with love.
You was very indifferent. She looked at Bu Fang, and her expression didn't change.
It was as if nothing could cause her expression to change. She had long been indifferent to everything.
The noblewoman, on the other hand, was smiling with great interest.
"I'm looking forward to how this little guy will deal with it. If he can't … he'll be better off dead than alive."
The noblewoman chuckled.
What kind of food should Bu Fang cook?
No one knew what Bu Fang would choose.
Although they were not chefs, if they put themselves in his shoes, they could only despair.
Those people were attracted by this dark cuisine, and it was impossible for them to snatch food from the tiger's mouth.
Bu Fang also felt great pressure.
He had never expected this dark cuisine to appear.
Bu Fang had tasted a small bite of it, but it was just a small bite. After that, Bu Fang didn't dare to taste more.
It was a kind of food that worked on the soul level, something that could make those people crazy.
For Bu Fang, it was a dark cuisine, but for the exiled people of District D, it might be a real delicacy.
It's like trying to change a stereotype. It's really hard.
Habits were the most terrifying.
Not to mention crazy, brainless habits.
From the beginning, choosing to cook was destined to fail.
Bu Fang furrowed his brows and thought carefully. He had to come up with a countermeasure.
In fact, cooking was not absolute.
It was just a matter of whether Bu Fang could think of it or not.
He touched his chin.
Bu Fang's mind moved. With a buzz, he sank into the Heaven and Earth Farmland.
Cattle and sheep could be seen in the wind.
The Heaven and Earth Farmland was as beautiful as ever.
It was quiet and leisurely.
Niu Hansan was lying on a recliner, enjoying the comfortable wind and sleeping soundly.
Bu Fang's appearance woke him up.
As the father of hybridization, Niu Hansan, Bu Fang felt that he might have a better way to deal with the dark cuisine. After all, this guy might be a bastard who had stuffed the Heavenly Dao into his ingredients.
Therefore, Bu Fang talked to Niu Hansan about the current situation.
"There's such a thing? They actually dare to use dark cuisine in front of Owner Bu? "
Niu Hansan was a little shocked.
Niu Hansan got up, pacing back and forth in front of the wooden hut.
Bu Fang also thought for a while.
Suddenly …
Niu Hansan slammed his fist.
"Owner Bu! The reason why those exiles like that dark cuisine … why? "
Isn't it because that dark cuisine can suppress their curse? Although it's a slow, suicidal poison, the cultivation base of these exiled people should not be weak. It's impossible that they can't sense it …
"So, I think, Owner Bu, don't think too much. Just break it with brute force! I just need to make a delicacy that can break the curse on these people! "
Niu Hansan said.
Bu Fang's eyes lit up.
"Against dark cuisine, I will use absolute delicacies to crush it completely!"
Niu Hansan said.
Then, this guy wiggled his butt and went into the small house.
A few moments later, he handed a bag to Bu Fang.
Bu Fang paused for a moment, then took the bag. Inside the bag were grains of beans.
The perfectly round beans were of different colors, and they had all kinds of colors.
"What's this?"
Bu Fang was puzzled.
"Owner Bu … This is this old bull's latest masterpiece! Each of these beans has fused with the Great Path, the Law, the power of Soul Demons, the power of curses, and all kinds of other powers! "
Niu Hansan rubbed his hands.
"I wanted to wait for Owner Bu to have time to study it together. But now, I'll give you these beans …"
"This is a supreme-grade ingredient!"
Niu Hansan said confidently.
He did not get the title of the Father of Hybridization for nothing.
Bu Fang had thrown a lot of things into the farmland. As Bu Fang's strength improved, he had thrown in all kinds of strange ingredients.
In addition to being eaten by Bu Fang, many other ingredients were used and studied by Niu Hansan.
Bu Fang raised his eyebrows and glanced at Niu Hansan.
'This guy is really … different from others.
Did he fuse the different powers of different universes together?
A hodgepodge?
Yes, but not exactly, because this hodgepodge was just a hodgepodge of powers, and there was only one ingredient. '
Bu Fang nodded. Suddenly, he was looking forward to it.
It was just as Niu Hansan had said.
He could defeat everything with brute force!
No matter what trick he used, he could just break it with brute force!
Bu Fang's fingers dug into the beans, and he couldn't help but look forward to seeing the rainbow-colored beans.
"Let's go."
Bu Fang said.
The next moment, he left the farmland.
Niu Hansan crossed his feet and hummed a song leisurely.
'The Father of Hybridization is … awesome!'
…
Bu Fang had returned.
He opened his eyes, and a bag of beans appeared in his hand.
The bamboo hat inside was colorful.
Bu Fang focused his eyes and glanced at the man in the distance.
The latter's dark cuisine was almost complete.
Bu Fang exhaled, no longer hesitating.
He poured all the beans out, and they fell into the blue and white porcelain bowl, soaking in the Spring of Life.
Boom!
All of a sudden …
The air crackled. Bu Fang took out the heavy, pitch-black Black Turtle Constellation Wok.
This time, he wanted to make a bean delicacy … Without a doubt, he had made up his mind!
The Black Turtle's roar echoed, making Bu Fang's aura rise continuously.
His eyes focused.
With a flick of his finger, the divine flame jumped out. The scarlet divine flame fell under the Black Turtle Constellation Wok.
Bu Fang put all the beans into the wok and cooked them.
Gurgle.
The colorful beans were boiling, and each one was tumbling.
The divine flame seeped into the beans.
Soon, a thread of fire appeared in the center of each bean, throbbing.
After a while, steam rose into the air.
Bu Fang poured the water away.
With a swishing sound, the Qilin Transmigration Ladle spun in his hand, moving along his wrist.
Plop. Plop.
Bu Fang pressed the ladle into the wok, pounding all the beans.
A piece of white gauze fell into Bu Fang's hand, wrapping the mashed beans. He squeezed them hard, squeezing out all the bean paste …
At this moment, the dish Bu Fang wanted to cook had basically taken shape.
The slightly viscous red bean paste was poured into the wok. The color of the red bean paste varied, appearing like flowing water. It was somewhat mesmerizing.
The scarlet divine flame heated up, Bu Fang stir-fried the water in the bean paste.
Different from that man's pure black food, Bu Fang's seven-colored bean paste looked more beautiful.
However …
Those people outside the kitchen weren't interested in Bu Fang's bean paste at all. They were crazily roaring at that man's food.
Bu Fang calmed his mind. He didn't feel happy about other things, nor did he feel sad about himself.
He focused on cooking the food in his hands.
It was a long process to stir-fry the water in the bean paste.
Moreover, he needed to stir-fry it with a gentle flame, not too fast or too slow.
This was somewhat similar to the cooking of the man opposite him. That man also used a gentle flame, stirring slowly until the food became sticky.
After a long time …
Bu Fang added the honey and oil juice into the stir-fried bean paste …
His palm was covered with energy, and he plunged it into the wok, taking out the bean paste.
Buzz …
The bean paste spun in Bu Fang's hand, turning into a rotating seven-colored ball.
It was warm, luxurious, and mesmerizing.
He let the bean paste float in the air.
Bu Fang released a cold aura, freezing the bean paste.
On the other side, he began to knead the flour …
The process of making noodles was too familiar for Bu Fang.
The dough flew and turned into a ball, floating in the air, echoing the seven-colored bean paste ball.
In the distance …
That man had finished cooking.
Rumble …
He poured the food in the glass wok into the black wok on the wooden cart. Hot air was boiling above the black wok.
As for him, he took out a clean white cloth and wiped his hands.
Bit by bit, he wiped them carefully and carefully.
In a short while, he wiped them clean.
The man's dish was finished.
Outside the kitchen, the exiled people had gone completely mad …
They crowded at the door, rushing at the kitchen door, making it seem as if the door was about to burst open!
Bu Fang's face was calm. He glanced at everything outside the door, his expression unchanged.
He kneaded the flour, not too fast or too slow, wrapping the buns like a buddha …
That's right. This time, what Bu Fang was going to make … was bean paste buns.
Bu Fang's slender and fair hands were very flexible.
The flour flew, wrapping the seven-colored bean paste. After kneading, it quickly turned into various shapes.
There were cute bunnies, cute little sheep, and even Bu Fang made bean paste buns in the form of Little Hu and Xiaopi.
This kind of casual cooking stunned the group of people.
Many people thought that Bu Fang had chosen to give up and give up.
Basket after basket of bean paste buns were pushed into the steamer by Bu Fang.
Bu Fang was also looking forward to what would happen when these bean paste buns came out of the steamer.
An unconventional dark cuisine?
In that case, let me use the cute and small bean paste buns to have a head-on collision.
Boom!!!
Bu Fang snapped his fingers.
Under the steamer, the fire rose to the sky!
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