As a chef, Bu Fang's taste buds had long been trained by his own culinary skills. Once an unpalatable dish entered his mouth, it would be tasteless to him. It would cause his face to darken and affect his taste buds' judgment. Spitting out the fish soup was merely a subconscious action of his...
The corner of Bu Fang's mouth twitched. This serpent-woman girl was no different from a human girl. She would still cry at the slightest disagreement … However, it was his fault for making her cry.
Bu Fang's voice was not loud, but it instantly silenced the entire place. Wu Yunbai felt her view of the world had been refreshed once again. This young man in front of her was a chef? A f * cking chef?
"Overall, your fish soup is not bad. Every step is done very well, but it can only be considered average. Moreover, you don't have a clear understanding of the nature of the fish. Some fish are suitable for making soup, but some fish are not. Because the taste of different fish is different when it's cooked."
This kind of improvement in one's sense of taste was a great help in improving a chef's culinary skills. It could allow a chef to judge and handle the taste of ingredients more accurately.
Bu Fang solemnly walked in front of Elder Sister Mu. He could not help but activate his venomous tongue mode. He could not help but start commenting on dishes.
The little girl immediately stopped crying. Her hands tugged at each other. Her lips were pursed, and her eyes were red. She was slightly sobbing as she looked at her mother.
"This human bro is right. Mother's culinary skills have always had a lot of room for improvement. After listening to his comments today, mother has learned a lot. Why are you crying? We should be thanking this bro instead." Elder Sister Mu did not know whether to laugh or cry as she scratched the little girl's nose and said softly.
"How can you say that, human?! My mother's fish soup is the best in the entire serpent-people tribe. What do you know? Moreover, do you even know how to cook?! " A serpent-woman girl glared at Bu Fang. She slightly swayed her dainty serpent tail and snorted.
Wu Yunbai's eyes widened in disbelief … This guy can't be for real, right? If the soup was not delicious … she would be slapped in the face!
Elder sister Mu quickly cleaned up the stove, then looked at Bu Fang.
This kind of fish was not suitable for soup, but it was suitable for another very delicious cooking method.
Bu Fang nodded and walked slowly to the beautiful serpent-woman with the steaming hot soup in his hands.
Bu Fang's blank expression made the people around him speechless. Elder Sister Mu was so angry that she laughed.
The surrounding people also nodded. Big Sister Mu's culinary skills might not be the best in the entire Naga Tribe, but at least in the tribe, no one could compare to her. Although fish soup was not her best dish, everyone would never get tired of it.
Wasn't a chef supposed to be in the kitchen preparing dishes?
The one called Elder Sister Mu, the mother of the little serpent-person, was a beautiful and gentle serpent-person. She held a cooking ladle and looked at Bu Fang with dissatisfaction.
Bu Fang was not in a hurry to make a move. He first pinched the fat fish that the serpent-man had prepared for him. This was a rank one spirit beast fish, and it was extremely plump.
"Oh? Sir, are you also a chef who loves delicacies? Nice to meet you. It seems like you are not satisfied with the delicacies I have cooked. "Elder sister Mu was startled for a moment, then her expression became serious.
Bu Fang's words once again caused the surrounding people to exclaim. This human … was really a chef? He actually wanted to cook personally?
To put it simply, because he frequently cooked spirit energy delicacies, his sense of taste had become more sensitive. His senses were magnified infinitely, and he was able to capture even the slightest taste. This also made him more picky when it came to dishes.
After tasting the fish, Bu Fang had an idea about the best way to cook it.
The serpent-people tribe was located in the Illusory Spirit Swamp, and they often ate this fat fish. Thus, they were extremely familiar with the cooking method, and it could be considered as their local dish.
Elder sister Mu looked at Bu Fang in astonishment. When she saw Bu Fang's confident expression, she slightly narrowed her eyes, straightened her body, and said to Bu Fang, "It is my honor. This is the stove, I will clean it up for you to use."
Wu Yunbai, on the other hand, slightly curled up the corners of her mouth as she looked at Bu Fang with interest. This young man … Was he really not here to joke around? After all, this was the serpent-people tribe. Even if their fish soup was really bad, there was no need for him to say it out loud. Moreover … the taste of the fish soup was not bad.
After Bu Fang finished speaking, he resumed his expressionless face. He was not a talkative person to begin with, but when it came to evaluating dishes, his venomous tongue would turn into a venomous one …
Bu Fang was stunned for a moment. He did not expect his words to cause the surrounding people to glare at him. He was merely stating a fact. In his opinion, the taste of the fish soup was indeed terrible.
And that was … the grilled fish.
Elder sister Mu's eyes became brighter and brighter as she listened to Bu Fang's evaluation. That was because she realized that everything Bu Fang said was actually true.
If Bu Fang was a chef, then it would be understandable for him to be a little picky about food. A chef's sense of taste was much more sensitive than that of an average person. They were even more picky about the taste of food. It might be easy for a dish to conquer an average person, but it would be much more difficult to conquer a chef.
Bu Fang's scrunched up expression was as if he had eaten a bitter Chinese goldthread. It was simply incomprehensible.
Bu Fang did not have the intention to humiliate others. It was really just a subconscious action …
The taste of this fat fish that was made into dried fish and then steamed was much more delicious than the fish soup. As for the Spring Sun Grass … she did not really understand it.
Even though humans and serpent-people were related, no one could guarantee that their tastes were the same.
Bu Fang came back to his senses. When he heard the words of the little serpent-person, the corners of his mouth instantly curled up. He indifferently glanced at the little serpent-person girl and said, "Of course I know how to cook. I am also a chef."
Bu Fang jabbered on and on, causing everyone present to feel a little muddle-headed. After all, none of them were chefs. Their knowledge of food had not reached a profound level. What Spring Sun Grass, what control of heat, what characteristics of fish, and so on … How could they understand?
"You … You … You said so much. If you are capable, then cook a dish that is more delicious than mother's fish soup. What kind of capability is it to criticize mother's dish?! You are a bad person! " The little serpent-person girl felt wronged. When Bu Fang was commenting on the dish, he did not hold back at all. When the little girl heard her mother's dish being belittled in such a way, tears welled up in her eyes.
Therefore, everyone's gaze fell on Bu Fang. Many of the serpent-people were glaring at him. The head elder and the others were also frowning.
The freshness and sweetness of the fish were perfectly reflected in the fish soup. The serpent-people chef who brewed the fish soup had decent culinary skills. Perhaps it was not as exquisite as humans, but the taste was still passable in the eyes of Wu Yunbai and the others.
"But since you are a chef, why did you come to the serpent-people tribe in the Illusory Spirit Swamp? I … Uh, I always thought you were an adventurer! "
She was not a person who was easily angered. Perhaps her food really could not enter Bu Fang's mouth. Everyone had their own taste, so it was not Bu Fang's fault. Elder sister Mu was quite clear about this.
"It's not that this fish can't be cooked into soup, but you are missing a lot of important seasonings. If you add some Spring Sun Grass into the soup, not only will it remove the fishy smell of the fish, it will also enhance the freshness of the meat. But what I want to say is, using this fish to cook soup is really a waste. Even if it is dried and steamed, the taste will still be better than cooking fish soup …"
When elder sister Mu saw that the little girl was about to burst into tears, she hurriedly twisted her waist to comfort her.
Bu Fang pondered for a moment, then opened his mouth and said, "How about this, it is still early, so I will cook a fish dish for everyone to try. I hope everyone will like it. Consider it a form of compensation for my presumptuous comments on the dish."
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