Under the light of the fire, the steamer glowed with a colorful light that seemed to be brewing and swirling in it, ready to burst into a thousand rays of light at any time.
The scene of the steamer was transmitted to everyone's eyes through the screen in the fighting pit.
The nobles were all sneering. They had seen with their own eyes how Bu Fang made the bean buns.
They reckoned that the chef had given up on himself.
'He made the bun into the shape of a rabbit and a Little Hu …
'Why don't you make it into the shape of a pile of sh * t?!
You're just messing around anyway … '
They had been slapped in the face by Bu Fang time and time again, but they were very persistent about this last time because they felt that Bu Fang had no chance of winning.
They were the nobles of District C.
In fact, among the four districts A, B, C, and D, only District D was an exception.
District D was a lower-class district, and the people there were all lowly exiles.
Those people were corroded and tortured by the curse, and they needed that kind of food to suppress the pain brought by the curse.
No matter how disgusting that kind of food was, it could not hide the fact that it was the food of their dreams.
Moreover, to the exiles, the food … wasn't that bad.
So, what did Bu Fang rely on to win?
Bu Fang was not on the same level as the chefs of Void City.
The outcome of the battle became simple and clear.
The people of District D would never look at Bu Fang's food.
That's right, they would not even look at it!
In the eyes of those lowly people, only the food made of the insects in the River of Curses could arouse their appetite.
Bu Fang did it very casually, and he did it happily.
The light of the fire made his face dance with colors.
'Cooking is a happy thing, and tasting food is also a happy thing. Why do I have to put so many restrictions on myself?'
Bu Fang thought to himself.
At the thought of this, his thoughts became clearer.
Gurgle …
Steam rose up into the air.
The life force in the Spring of Life dissipated into the air as if it was purifying everything.
The fire gradually dimmed.
In the end, only a flame that looked like a fire lotus was left burning.
After burning for a while, the flames completely dissipated.
It turned into a fire thread and wrapped around Bu Fang's fingertip.
"Rainbow Fantasy Bean Paste Buns … done."
The corner of Bu Fang's mouth twitched.
He seemed to be quite satisfied with his cooking this time.
An uproar broke out.
Bu Fang had finished cooking, which meant that the next step was a real competition …
Could he win?
That would definitely be … a definite loss!
The nobles sneered. They had no hope for Bu Fang at all.
Of course …
They also bet on Bu Fang to lose.
Moreover, some of the nobles had even bet all of their wealth on the bet.
After all, it was very exciting to have such a bet in the past ten thousand years.
The man looked at Bu Fang with a meaningful look in his eyes.
The next moment, the man jumped onto the wooden cart.
At that moment, Bu Fang was a little dazed.
Huh?
Bu Fang was stunned. He felt that this man was a little familiar, somewhat similar to the hunchbacked old man.
Could it be that there was a connection between the two?
Or could it be that this man was the young elder?
But why were the young old man and the hunchbacked old man separated?
Bu Fang suddenly understood. This should be the curse that the Queen of Curses mentioned … and the seal that would last forever.
The hunchbacked old man was also a man with a story.
No wonder the latter always told Bu Fang not to choose cooking. It turned out that this was the reason.
The old man was a man who had been injured.
Rumble …
As Bu Fang finished cooking …
There seemed to be a strange will in the void, guiding Bu Fang.
Bu Fang opened the steamer and took out a round blue-and-white porcelain plate.
As soon as the steamer was opened, waves of hot air surged into the sky.
Bu Fang grabbed a pair of chopsticks and carefully picked out the bean buns.
Each of them was so lifelike as if they had come to life. It seemed that as long as Bu Fang touched his eyes on the buns, he could give them life.
It was a mysterious feeling, as if he was the Creator.
Of course, Bu Fang would not be infatuated with this feeling.
A little sauce was dripped onto the red bean buns.
With a rumble, the buns were filled with all kinds of Power of Law, as if they had all kinds of forms.
Some of them had a peaceful aura.
Some of them had a murderous aura.
Some of them even had a curse spreading …
All in all, this was a unique steamer of bean buns!
The white and tender surface of the Red Bean Paste Bun made Bu Fang feel a little hungry as he looked at it.
The smell of bean paste filled the air, making Bu Fang want to close his eyes and feel the sweet taste …
Bu Fang licked his lips, a little excited and a little enjoying …
No matter what, the food he cooked was good.
Boom!
The door of the kitchen was thrown open.
One by one, the exiles rushed into the kitchen like madmen.
However, they were struck by a mysterious force and were all sent flying.
Even though there were Saints of the Great Path among them, they suffered the same fate.
One by one, they flew backward and fell to the ground, but when they got up, they rushed over greedily again.
"I want to eat! I want to eat! "
"Give it to me now! I can't stand it anymore … "
"I want food!"
…
The scene of the exiles going crazy was quite shocking.
At least, for the nobles, it was a rare sight to see, and it impacted their hearts.
Countess Xia Qiu was fine. She occasionally passed by District D, and she could see this scene.
As for the other nobles, they had never experienced this before.
They simply could not understand this kind of madness.
"These filthy fellows …"
"Despicable … Crazy! Their edges and corners have been ground away, and they have lost their basic rights as human beings! "
"These reptiles … deserve to be exiled!"
The nobles clamored wildly, scolding and cursing. They were infatuated with the feeling of being superior.
Void City was such a realistic place.
For some people, it was heaven, but for the exiles, it was hell.
Some exiles had once chosen to revolt, but the Queen of Curses was suppressing them. The so-called revolt was a joke, and it was wiped out with a flip of her hand.
Rumble …
The Queen of Curses' figure reappeared.
It was a noble woman sitting on a throne.
She crossed her long, slender legs, which exuded a noble aura.
Although it was made up of light spots, it gave people the feeling that it was real and close at hand …
"Stand down, all of you."
The Queen's cold voice rang out.
The next moment, the exiles froze. They, who had gone crazy, knelt on the ground, not daring to move.
The Queen's aura made these exiles feel incomparably terrified.
"Even if you are the lowliest exiles, you belong to Void City. Maintain order, and don't bring shame to my city … Those who disobey will be obliterated."
The Queen of Curses said coldly.
As soon as her voice rang out …
An exiled man, who was waiting for an opportunity to pounce on the wooden cart and the dark cuisine, had his head burst and was completely corroded by the curse.
After one person died, the Queen teleported another person from District D to this place.
With this, no one dared to act presumptuously.
"The two of you will promote your dishes … There are a thousand people here, and they will evaluate your dishes. For every exiled you capture, the curse power on your wooden cart will increase a little … In the end, the one with the highest curse power will win," the Queen of Curses said faintly.
The rules were announced.
The man smiled faintly.
He did not take it seriously.
Promote? His dishes did not need to be promoted.
Bu Fang narrowed his eyes, clasped his hands behind his back, and stood as still as a mountain.
What was promotion? He did not have this concept.
He was confident in his dishes.
As soon as the rules were announced …
The nobles were eager to make a move.
They all cried out excitedly.
You's face was indifferent, and the look in her eyes did not even flicker.
Countess Xia Qiu was very interested.
The noblewoman also watched with great interest.
The stooped old man stared blankly at the scene. His eyes were full of despair.
Win?
How?
There was no possibility or hope of winning at all.
It was over. Everything was over.
Bu Fang would die without a doubt.
The stooped old man heaved a long sigh.
…
"Now … let's start the party."
The Queen's voice rang out.
Then …
The whole scene boiled over.
Those exiles, who were shrouded in curse power and had frenzied expressions on their faces, dashed madly towards the wooden carriage.
Everyone trembled and stared at the scene.
However, the next moment, everything that appeared on the screen made them burst out laughing.
Everything was as they had expected.
It was over before it had even begun!
A thousand exiles flew madly toward the wooden cart where the man was.
The noise was deafening, and the scene suddenly became very crowded.
The man smiled faintly.
He clasped his hands behind his back.
With a wave of his hand, countless shabby porcelain bowls flew out.
He poured the sticky dark cuisine into the bowls, spoonful by spoonful.
So what if the ingredients were dirty?
So what if the cooking method was simple and crude?
These people had been eating his food for tens of thousands of years. How could they fail so easily just because of Bu Fang's appearance?
The only one who could defeat him was himself!
The man's confidence almost soared to the sky.
Slurp! Slurp!
Those people grabbed the bowls and crazily poured the food in them into their mouths.
Some even couldn't wait to grab the food with their hands and shove it into their mouths.
Their table manners were full of different emotions.
One portion, two portions, three portions …
A terrible bestial roar seemed to ring out from the man's wooden cart.
Then, the curse power in the form of a black dragon kept rising, bursting out with a boundless aura behind the man.
Ten feet, twenty feet, thirty feet …
The power of the curse soared into the sky, rising continuously.
The man stood confidently under the Pillar of Curse as if he was looking down at the world.
The stooped old man looked at his former self with a bitter look on his face.
Perhaps his past self didn't even know that he had been sealed in this Death Pass for all eternity.
He could only appear when someone passed the Death Pass and reached the third.
Otherwise, he could only wander in the endless darkness.
'So … Why are you showing off?'
For some reason, the stooped old man felt a little sad.
Fifty feet, sixty feet …
Soon, the Pillar of Curse behind the man broke through the one hundred feet mark.
More and more people chose his dark cuisine, and in just a short while, the number had exceeded three hundred.
On the other hand, Bu Fang's wooden cart was silent.
It was so quiet.
There were even sparrows on it.
There was not a single exile among them.
The contrast was intense, the contrast was enormous.
Bu Fang did not even get a wisp of the Pillar of Curse.
"Is there even a need to compete? This is too miserable … "
A nobleman said with a smile. He was gloating.
'Sure enough, Her Excellency the Queen hates chefs the most. This is the most extreme blow to chefs.
In fact, the food you cook is no match for the dark cuisine made from the worms at the bottom of the River of Curse … '
This blow would definitely make a chef, who thought highly of himself, despair.
'Didn't that old man lose his faith in this way?
It looks like this young man is going to repeat the same mistake … '
In everyone's opinion, Bu Fang was bound to lose.
You's eyes flickered.
The nobleman chuckled and shook her head, feeling a little regretful.
Countess Xia Qiu, on the other hand, looked disappointed.
In fact, she hoped that Bu Fang would succeed. That man had failed, and she did not want this young man to repeat that man's mistake.
After all, Countess Xia Qiu saw the shadow of that man in him.
'Am I really going to lose?'
Standing in front of the wooden cart, Bu Fang frowned slightly.
Looking at the crazy group of exiles, he frowned.
With a clean hand, Bu Fang picked up a red bean bun.
With a gentle pinch, he tore it apart.
Rumble!
A beam of rainbow light poured out of the bun in an instant.
'Since you won't eat it, I'll eat it …'
Bu Fang twitched his mouth.
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