Lord Bird?
Bu Fang was a little surprised.
Lord Bird, a man he remembered from a long time ago, had appeared in front of him at this time.
In the distance …
The soldiers ate until their mouths were covered with grease. They toasted each other, and the aroma of food and the taste of the dishes spread.
However, all of this seemed to have turned into nothingness.
Only Bu Fang and Lord Bird were left.
Even though Lord Bird's head was shrouded in fog and he could not see through it, Bu Fang could feel the man's gaze on him.
He was looking at him.
Bu Fang was very calm. He nodded at Lord Bird.
The soldiers around him did not seem to notice Lord Bird, who walked straight toward Bu Fang.
He stopped in front of Bu Fang.
"I can't believe you're hiding here."
Lord Bird smiled faintly.
Bu Fang still remembered how he and Lord Bird had tasted wine and food together in the ancient Heavengod's relic.
This man seemed to have his own unique views on food.
He was extraordinary.
However, Bu Fang could not figure out who Lord Bird was.
He could not figure it out when his cultivation base was still there, and now he had lost it.
Bu Fang had no way of figuring it out.
"Soul God, the top demon who suppressed the universe, is hiding here. You're very carefree, aren't you?"
Lord Bird walked over.
His aura was very ordinary, just like the other villagers in the village.
Except, of course, for the fog that hung over his head.
Bu Fang gave Lord Bird a strange look.
Of course, Bu Fang did not think that Lord Bird had also lost his cultivation base. This man had been very mysterious from the moment he appeared.
Bu Fang had thought that this guy was Mu Hongzi, but the latter was now accompanying Summer and wandering the universe.
He should not have the time to look for him.
Therefore, Bu Fang still could not see through Lord Bird.
"Don't think about it. I'm the only one who knows you're here."
Lord Bird said indifferently.
"Do what you have to do."
Lord Bird said.
Bu Fang paused, but he did not pay attention to him.
So what if Lord Bird found him?
At most, he could suppress Soul God for a thousand years. After that, given Bu Fang's mortal body, he might have already decayed.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
Even if Lord Bird asked him to deal with Soul God, it would be impossible.
Bu Fang ignored Bird Grandpa and went to find the Village Chief to exchange for some rice.
However, he was rejected by the old village chief, which was a rare occurrence.
The village chief sighed and said that there was no rice left in the village. The soldiers had been stationed in the village for several days and had eaten for several days. The rice stored in the village had been used up.
The old Village Chief said that there was a war in the world outside the mountains and many people died. There was not enough food.
Bu Fang nodded. If he couldn't get it, then he wouldn't trade.
Bu Fang curled his lips as he glanced at the group of soldiers eating heartily in the distance.
Carrying the bamboo basket, he turned around and left.
Bu Fang hummed a song.
Carefree and at ease, the current him was completely different from before.
It was a feeling of being released from layers of shackles.
In the past, he had been too tense, trying hard to rush to a higher realm and keep working toward the goal of becoming the God of Cooking.
He was practicing cooking all the time or thinking about how to improve his cultivation base.
Or he was constantly on the road to complete the System's tasks.
Now that he had calmed down, he found that the feeling of being able to do everything according to his heart was really good.
If he couldn't get rice, then he wouldn't trade.
Bu Fang carried the basket and walked up the mountain again.
He hummed a song. Although it was out of tune, he was happy to do it.
Lord Bird followed him quietly, not too fast or too slow.
Bu Fang returned to the house on the mountain.
Xiao Bai was still sitting at the door, its mechanical eyes extremely dark.
Eighty was running in the yard, chasing a bug.
It seemed to hear Bu Fang's footsteps coming back.
Eighty raised its head, shook its chicken butt, and ran toward Bu Fang.
When it got close to Bu Fang …
Its chicken claws slapped the ground, and a wave of air swirled.
It flapped its wings and flew toward Bu Fang.
However, when it got close to Bu Fang, Bu Fang grabbed the back of its neck and lifted it up.
"Don't mess around. We have a guest today."
Bu Fang said lightly.
Eighty was stunned.
If there was a guest, there would be a guest … Why did you have to emphasize it? Did you want to kill Eighty to entertain the guest?!
Eighty's feathers instantly stood on end, and it kept flapping its wings, flying away from Bu Fang.
Eighty would never forget what Bu Fang had done to its chicken wings!
Looking at Eighty flying away, the corner of Bu Fang's mouth twitched. This little guy must be imagining things.
"My humble house is simple and crude. Please make yourself at home."
Bu Fang said to Lord Bird behind him.
Lord Bird laughed loudly.
"Are you living in seclusion?" With his hands behind his back, Lord Bird wandered around Bu Fang's simple house for a while.
Then, he walked out of the yard and looked at Bu Fang, who was busy in the yard.
Bu Fang took out the fat fish that had not been changed into rice, put it on the chopping board, removed the scales, and cut open its belly …
"Are you going to stay here for the rest of your life? You know … although you have lost your cultivation, your foundation is still there. If you continue to cultivate, although you can't reach your previous height, you won't be so weak. "
Lord Bird said.
"Too weak to even truss a chicken? Don't talk nonsense … "
Bu Fang twitched the corner of his mouth.
He raised his hand and waved at Eighty. Eighty jumped up, and Bu Fang held its head.
After swinging it in front of Lord Bird, he let go and let Eighty play by itself.
The corner of Lord Bird's mouth seemed to twitch.
He didn't say anything.
He just watched quietly as Bu Fang cooked.
Without his cultivation base and divine power, Bu Fang could only cook ordinary ingredients without any spiritual energy.
This fat fish grew in the pond on the mountain. It was not a heavenly treasure.
Gurgle.
The water in the wok began to boil.
The God of Cooking Set accompanied Bu Fang's divine sense to suppress Soul God.
Now, Bu Fang could be said to be all alone.
With ordinary kitchen utensils and ingredients, he did not look like a top Divine Chef who was only one step away from becoming the God of Cooking.
He put some ingredients into the boiling water, and the color of the wok immediately turned slightly cloudy.
Then, he put the processed fish into the wok.
He covered the lid and waited quietly.
Bu Fang had caught three fish, so he made three fish dishes.
One was fish stew.
The other was braised fish.
The other was grilled fish.
Each of the three dishes had its own characteristics.
When Bu Fang carried the three dishes and placed them on the bamboo table, Bu Fang's eyes lit up.
Lord Bird sat down as if he was very familiar with them.
There were no extra chairs.
Lord Bird did not care. With a wave of his hand, his divine power condensed into a chair, and he sat down leisurely.
"It smells good."
Lord Bird said.
"It's been a long time since I've eaten such mortal dishes."
Bu Fang glanced at Lord Bird.
He scooped up a bowl of white rice and handed it to him. It was steamed with the remaining rice.
Lord Bird held a pair of chopsticks in one hand and a bowl of rice in the other.
"Please, my humble abode is simple and crude. This is all I have. Please forgive me for not being a good host."
Bu Fang said.
Lord Bird chuckled.
The two of them stopped talking.
Holding the chopsticks, Lord Bird looked at the three dishes and the white rice in his hand and couldn't help but sigh.
Bu Fang scooped up a bowl of fish soup.
It was clear and transparent, exuding a faint sweet fragrance. A few wolfberries floated on top of it, looking very simple and elegant.
Gulp.
A mouthful of fish soup entered his stomach.
His body seemed to warm up.
Heat surged through his body, and hunger came from his stomach.
Bu Fang ate a mouthful of rice, drank a mouthful of soup, and ate a mouthful of fish …
The meat of the braised fish was soft and tender. The sauce seeped into the fish, making the taste even more delicious.
The control of the fire was very good.
At least, the aroma of the fish made Lord Bird sigh with emotion.
Lord Bird ate.
He couldn't help but feel a little nervous.
Had Bu Fang's cooking skills regressed?
To be honest, they had regressed.
They were not as good as Bu Fang at his peak. In fact, they were far from it.
But … that was because of the ingredients and equipment.
If he had to say it, Lord Bird even felt that Bu Fang's cooking skills had made a small breakthrough.
It was a breakthrough in mentality.
"Those who experience great ups and downs basically can't keep calm … You're a little amazing."
Lord Bird chuckled.
"Do you still want to eat?"
Ignoring Lord Bird's words, Bu Fang raised his head and looked at him.
Lord Bird was stunned.
The corner of his mouth twitched as he watched Bu Fang sweep through the dishes like a tornado.
"Leave some for me …"
After a full meal, only a mess of fish bones was left on the table.
Bu Fang leaned back in the bamboo chair, making a creaking sound.
Lord Bird rubbed his belly and exhaled.
Although it was a very ordinary dish, when he ate it, his appetite was greatly stimulated and he felt comfortable.
"How did you find this place?"
Bu Fang asked.
"Intuition."
Lord Bird was very lazy.
Bu Fang snorted. "The universe is boundless. How could you find a planet with life and I happen to be on it?"
Lord Bird shook his head with a smile and did not answer Bu Fang.
Since Lord Bird did not say anything, Bu Fang did not know what to say. He was not good at talking.
"Do you want to cultivate? I can teach you a cultivation technique … A thousand years should be enough for you to recover some of your cultivation base. "
"Is that useful? If Soul God comes out a thousand years later, I won't be able to do anything. "Bu Fang shook his head.
Without the God of Cooking's will, Bu Fang could not do it alone.
So, what was the difference between recovering his cultivation base and not recovering his cultivation base?
All he wanted was to live a little longer.
However, Bu Fang did not want that. He wanted to live a happy life.
He had been very happy in the mountain village all these years.
Lord Bird fell silent.
"If you don't cultivate … you will die in two hundred years at most."
"Aren't you afraid?" Lord Bird asked.
"No matter how long I live, what's the use if I'm not happy?" Bu Fang said faintly.
It was getting late. He stood up and looked at the sky.
He shook his head.
"It's late. It's time to sleep."
Bu Fang's words were an order for them to leave.
Lord Bird froze, then stood up and said nothing.
He seemed to understand the path Bu Fang was pursuing.
He smiled faintly.
"Interesting.
Owner Bu … The world is big. Go out and have a look.
I'll wait for the day Owner Bu returns. At that time, you and I will drink together. "
"Hahahaha …"
Lord Bird laughed out loud. He turned around and disappeared into the deep mountain night.
His laughter startled the birds in the mountains.
Bu Fang looked at Lord Bird's disappearing figure and fell silent for a while.
"The world is big. Go out and have a look …"
The corners of Bu Fang's mouth curled up slightly.
"Maybe … it's time to go out and have a look.
My life is limited. I should find something to do. "
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