The hut in the forest looked shabby, but since it was the place where the God of Cooking prepared for Bu Fang's final test, many things were extraordinary.
Bu Fang held the kitchen knife in his hand, and he seemed to be able to feel the extremely terrifying fluctuations contained within it.
It was much more powerful than the Dragon Bone Kitchen Knife in its full form.
The kitchen knife, the wok, the stove … Everything was of very high quality, like a top divine artifact in the universe.
The God of Cooking was also very concerned about this final test. He hoped that Bu Fang could cook a top delicacy.
Because only then could he be truly qualified to inherit the God of Cooking's inheritance.
Therefore, the ingredients and cooking utensils the God of Cooking prepared for Bu Fang were all the best in the world.
Holding the kitchen knife, Bu Fang's face gradually became expressionless.
His eyes were somewhat deep, as if he was thinking about something.
After a long time, Bu Fang shook his head and put down the kitchen knife.
He didn't use the cooking utensils the God of Cooking prepared for him.
He looked at the ingredients piled up in the distance, which exuded a round aura. They were all top ingredients in the universe.
They were not weaker than Great Soul Overlords.
Using the best ingredients and cooking utensils to cook the best delicacies …
The corner of Bu Fang's mouth twitched.
He took a step back.
Sitting cross-legged on the ground, he didn't start cooking.
Instead, he fell into deep thought.
The God of Cooking's dishes were a mixture of the Ruthless Path and the Emotional Path, with the Ruthless Path taking up more of it.
Perhaps it was because of this that the God of Cooking began to pursue a successor.
The God of Cooking had taken the wrong path, and he might have perished in the universe. That was why he was looking for a hundred hosts.
Bu Fang pondered for a long time.
He looked indifferently at everything in front of him.
Then …
The gorgeous cooking utensils and ingredients began to change.
The originally flashy and surging top-grade ingredients became very ordinary.
The originally surging top-grade ingredients also became very mediocre.
Just like the ordinary cooking utensils used by the villagers in the countryside.
From the world's top cooking utensils and ingredients, they became the most common mortal ingredients and cooking utensils in the world.
Perhaps even the God of Cooking did not understand what Bu Fang wanted to do at this moment.
Bu Fang stood up, holding the ordinary kitchen knife in his hand.
He took his time and started cooking.
Using these simple ingredients to cook.
A fresh cabbage was washed clean by Bu Fang. He slowly peeled the cabbage, as if pouring all his emotions into it.
He cracked the egg into the bowl and slowly cracked the egg with his chopsticks. He watched as the egg white and the egg yolk mixed together …
The reddened pork was placed on the chopping board. Bu Fang did not use his exquisite knife skills. Instead, he used his hands, which were covered with water droplets, to hold the pork down and slice by slice.
Slowly cut it into pieces.
Everything was done in an unhurried manner. Bu Fang was not as impatient as he used to be when cooking. It was this kind of ordinary knife skills that could bring out the taste of the ingredients to the extreme.
This was a kind of knife skill that poured emotion into it.
As the knife sliced down, the concern for the ingredients spread out.
Bam!
The shining white flour was poured out, and the flying dust drifted, making Bu Fang's hands white.
Bu Fang's hands were clear, slender, and white.
He piled the flour into a small bag.
He poked a small hole in the middle of the flour.
When the shining white water was poured into the hole, the flour immediately collapsed and began to float. The water surged, breaking the flour …
Like water bursting a dam, it kept flowing, but halfway through, it was all absorbed by the flour, rolling into a ball of flour.
Bu Fang's hands fell.
Those water balls were instantly crushed, and the flour was kneaded together.
Not too fast or too slow, he kneaded rhythmically.
He did not use the Tai Chi kneading method.
He did not use the Power of the Law or the Great Path …
Bu Fang kneaded the dough at a leisurely pace.
It was as if he was rubbing and bathing his child.
In the sky, there seemed to be a pair of invisible eyes watching Bu Fang.
Perhaps it was because he was amazed by Bu Fang's cooking method.
He had top-grade ingredients and powerful cooking utensils, but he did not use them …
He was cooking in the most ordinary way …
Did Bu Fang think that cooking in an ordinary way could be compared to cooking with the best ingredients and cooking utensils?
Bu Fang was unmoved.
His eyes were full of emotions.
The flour was gradually kneaded into a ball. As he pressed his hand down slightly, the porcelain basin made a soft noise.
What was a real God of Cooking dish?
Bu Fang used to think that with top-grade ingredients and cooking utensils, he could cook the best delicacies.
But that time, he was wrong.
Perhaps it was because he was not strong enough.
With Xiaopi's help, he could only cook a pseudo-God of Cooking dish.
The gap between them was like a universe light years, and it could not be bridged.
Bu Fang had spent five hundred years thinking and chasing after that one step gap, but he still could not surpass it by even a little bit.
Bu Fang knew that kind of despair very well.
And when he ate the God of Cooking's dish …
It was a dish cooked with top-grade ingredients and top-grade cooking utensils.
It was a God of Cooking dish cooked with the best of the right time, place, and people.
There was no hypocrisy.
However, it did not amaze Bu Fang.
It even made him feel a little lost.
Could it be that a real God of Cooking dish could only reach this level?
Bu Fang began to question it. He began to reflect.
He felt that maybe his method was wrong.
Putting aside the vanity, he cooked with the most ordinary ingredients and the simplest cooking utensils.
He kneaded the dough into small balls.
Using a rolling pin, he carefully rolled the small balls into pieces of dough wrapper.
On the other side …
In an ordinary clay basin, Bu Fang mixed all kinds of ingredients together and stirred them.
The ingredients were mixed together.
It was a kind of miraculous chemical reaction, which amazed people.
Bu Fang was intoxicated.
Simplicity was the real deal.
This might be the God of Cooking dish that Bu Fang was pursuing.
He quietly scooped out a spoonful of stuffing and stuffed it into the dough.
Bu Fang carefully wrapped the dough, layer by layer. He was very serious.
While wrapping the dumplings, Bu Fang's eyes wandered.
In his chaotic eyes, five hundred years of time appeared in front of him bit by bit.
For Bu Fang, five hundred years was the time he had spent most of his life.
Even on Earth, in the Hidden Dragon Continent, in the Heaven Chief Realm, in the Chaotic Universe … the time spent was not as long as five hundred years.
For Bu Fang, these five hundred years were a kind of mental stability.
Sometimes he missed his old friends, and sometimes he missed the positive mood and mentality when he first stepped into cooking.
At that time, he was small and fearless.
But it was this kind of fearlessness that made him feel a little amused.
There were more and more dumplings on the stove, and soon, they were piled up.
Bu Fang stopped.
There was no more dumpling skin, and the stuffing was finished.
However, he felt that only a moment had passed.
Bu Fang raised his hand and rubbed his nose.
A pinkish white spot appeared on his nose.
After wrapping the dumplings, he spread the white gauze underneath and put the dumplings into it one by one.
Bu Fang covered it with a steamer.
Behind the stove, there was a large pile of firewood that had just been burned.
It was like the firewood that Bu Fang burned alone in the deep mountains.
He put the firewood into the stove.
He lit the fire.
Boom!
The fire suddenly rose to the sky. It was a simple fire.
It was not flashy, and it did not spread any energy.
The fire was burning. He blew into the stove, and black smoke spread, choking Bu Fang and making him cough a few times.
The fire was also lit.
There were two pots on the stove, both ordinary pots.
One was steaming dumplings, and the other was cooking other food.
Sizzle …
The oil was poured into the pot and began to splash.
Bu Fang poured the processed ingredients into the pot.
Sizzle! Sizzle!
White steam rose. It was the steam produced by the explosion of the oil.
He held an ordinary ladle and began to stir-fry.
The ingredients began to turn golden, and the fragrance flowed out like gurgling water.
He shook the pot and stir-fried the ingredients in the pot.
Then, he scooped out the steaming dish.
The rich fragrance refreshed one's mind.
Bu Fang took a deep breath.
He felt that his heart was about to melt. He had been cooking for so many years, and this was the first time that a dish made him so intoxicated.
Swish!
He put strips of noodles into the pot.
The noodles began to soften, rolling in the boiling water.
The strips of noodles were very thin.
This kind of noodles was the Dragon Whisker Noodles that Bu Fang used to cook.
Dragon Whisker Noodles were also called Longevity Noodles. Bu Fang felt an inexplicable desire to cook them at this moment.
In a blue and white porcelain bowl, Bu Fang poured the sauce, vinegar, soy sauce, chopped green onions, and other seasonings into it.
When the Dragon Whisker Noodles were boiling.
He scooped out the boiling Dragon Whisker Noodles from the pot and put them into the bowl.
Bu Fang's eyes were a little complicated.
He seemed to remember when he was a child, the Dragon Whisker Noodles his parents cooked for him on his birthday.
There was no birthday cake, only a bowl of Dragon Whisker Noodles.
It was a simple bowl of noodles, but it contained his parents' care for him and their wish for him to grow up healthily.
He exhaled.
Bu Fang's hand was slightly trembling as he scooped up the noodles.
Gulp. Gulp.
The dumplings in the steamer were cooked.
Bu Fang took the steamer out of the pot.
He placed it on the stove.
White steam kept rising from the steamer.
Bu Fang opened the lid of the steamer. White steam rolled out like a dragon.
White and tender dumplings, emitting steam, were placed in the steamer.
Bu Fang picked up the dumplings one by one and arranged them like a blooming flower.
In the center of the flower was the sauce he had prepared …
In this way, his dishes were cooked.
A bowl of steamed dumplings, a bowl of longevity noodles, a fried egg, and a small stir-fried meat.
Four dishes, simple and easy.
Bu Fang took out a blue-and-white porcelain bowl and scooped up a bowl of sparkling, fragrant white rice.
At this point …
His dishes were completely cooked.
There were no gorgeous ingredients, no earth-shattering cooking utensils.
It was a simple and ordinary dish, but it contained Bu Fang's five hundred years of experience and emotions.
It was ordinary, but extraordinary.
This was the choice Bu Fang made in the last test of the God of Cooking.
In the cabin in the woods …
Bu Fang took out the dishes, placing them on the table.
On the table were the dishes cooked by the God of Cooking, shining brilliantly and dazzlingly.
When Bu Fang placed the dishes on the table, the radiant dishes suddenly dimmed …
"My cooking is over. Please have a taste."
Bu Fang placed the rice on the table, setting up a spoon and chopsticks.
His voice lingered in the cabin, so confident and loud.
The last test …
A plate of side dishes, a plate of steamed dumplings, a bowl of Dragon Whisker Noodles, and a fried egg.
A bowl of white rice. That was all.
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