It was a simple table of dishes.
They were ordinary, but there was something extraordinary about them.
They could actually suppress the God of Cooking's dishes on the table, and they didn't look dim at all!
That was a God of Cooking's dish, cooked with the world's top ingredients and the most precious kitchen utensils.
Compared to ordinary dishes, it was like heaven and earth …
Bu Fang raised his hand and made a gesture of invitation.
Then …
In the void, specks of white light began to rapidly gather. Soon, a human figure was formed.
The figure landed on the table and sat on a chair.
The figure was very vague, exactly the same as the one Bu Fang had seen in the dark.
It was the God of Cooking.
The God of Cooking didn't speak. He was only in charge of the assessment this time, so he didn't say anything.
Bu Fang also pulled out a chair, sat down, and watched indifferently.
He didn't care about this assessment that concerned life and death. He wasn't even nervous at all.
There was only calmness in his heart. It was a wonderful feeling.
After all, this was the last round of assessment.
But he was calmer than the first assessment.
Perhaps this was the transformation of his mentality.
The God of Cooking picked up his chopsticks.
His head was foggy, and his face couldn't be seen clearly.
His chopsticks fell and picked up a steamed dumpling.
The steamed dumpling emitted steam, and the skin of the dumpling was crystal clear. Under the light, the dumpling filling was reflected.
It was a very ordinary dumpling.
From the outside, there was nothing special about it.
The God of Cooking opened his mouth and took a bite of the dumpling.
As he bit down, the heat slid out like silk and spread into the air.
The dumpling filling tasted delicious. The fresh cabbage was full of water, and the meat filling was also chewy.
But …
These were not the most important things.
After the God of Cooking took a bite of the dumpling, his body suddenly froze.
After a long time …
Then, he sighed leisurely.
The dumpling was dipped in the sauce. When it entered his mouth, it was even more fragrant.
A plate of dumplings, nine dumplings, the God of Cooking ate them all one bite at a time.
An ordinary dish actually made him unable to control his hand and completely stuffed it into his mouth.
This feeling …
How many years had it been since he had felt it?
After eating the dumplings …
The God of Cooking's eyes fell on the Dragon Whisker Noodles.
On the surface of the Dragon Whisker Noodles, there was a cute fried egg.
When he uncovered the omelet, a piping hot aroma immediately gushed out.
The soup of the Dragon Whisker Noodles was extremely clear.
Chi Chi.
The God of Cooking took a sip of the soup.
What entered his mouth was a strange taste.
It didn't have any amazing texture, and the ingredients were simple and ordinary.
But when they fused together … it gave birth to an indescribable feeling.
This kind of feeling made his heart feel like it was melting.
Bu Fang sat on the chair and watched quietly.
He did not interrupt the God of Cooking's taste.
After taking a deep sip of the soup, the God of Cooking exhaled.
How much exhaustion and how much nostalgia was contained in this breath …
Bu Fang's expression changed slightly.
The God of Cooking was also a man with a story.
The soft texture of the Dragon Whisker Noodles made the God of Cooking nod repeatedly.
He buried his head and ate the noodles and eggs quietly. Only the sound of slurping could be heard.
Suddenly.
Bu Fang was stunned.
Because he saw drops of golden crystal tears dripping from the God of Cooking's misty head.
With a splash, it fell into the soup of the Dragon Whisker Noodles, causing circles of ripples to form in the soup.
Bu Fang pursed his lips and did not say anything.
Perhaps the God of Cooking had already felt it …
The God of Cooking raised his hand and held his forehead. He sighed as he ate the noodles.
That posture was helpless and sad.
Although he was the God of Cooking, a supreme existence, the feeling he gave Bu Fang was that he was a mortal, a simple person.
The Dragon Whisker Noodles were also finished.
There was no soup left, only a chopped green onion stuck in the bowl.
The God of Cooking gently put down the bowl.
He picked up the white rice.
He took a bite of the rice. The round rice grain had a fresh rice fragrance. When it entered his mouth and chewed, it even gave off a sweet taste.
He picked up a piece of stir-fried pork, which was stir-fried with thinly and evenly sliced pork.
When the piece of meat entered his mouth, the God of Cooking's hand holding the chopsticks seemed to tremble.
Every dish contained emotions, which were the crystallization of five hundred years of Bu Fang's mortal life.
All kinds of emotions were integrated into it.
Such a dish might be more attractive than a simple delicacy cooked with top-grade ingredients.
The rice was finished, and the stir-fried pork was finished.
The four simple dishes were all eaten up.
However, the God of Cooking's dish on the table only had a dim light left.
It was no longer so dazzling.
The God of Cooking leaned back in his chair. Bu Fang did not speak, just looked at him quietly.
Bu Fang did not know the result of this last test.
The God of Cooking did not know what he was thinking.
The feeling the God of Cooking gave Bu Fang was that he was like an ordinary person, full of flesh and blood.
The latter looked at the sky. Bu Fang could feel a blurry gaze coming from it, looking at the sky.
There was a story behind that gaze.
After a long time …
The God of Cooking raised his hand and swept it.
The God of Cooking's dish on the table disappeared.
"It's really a perfect table of dishes."
The God of Cooking said.
His voice seemed to have become very hoarse at this moment.
"Dishes with emotions are indeed very attractive, but this path is very difficult to walk …"
The God of Cooking's eyes finally fell on Bu Fang.
Bu Fang nodded.
"If Heaven has emotions, it will grow old. If one pursues the path of emotion, he will age with time … After five hundred years, I have seen through it.
It's like a rule that cannot be broken. "
The God of Cooking stood up and put his hands behind his back. "I just want to ask you one last time … Are you really going to walk this path?"
Bu Fang also stood up and put his hands behind his back. The two of them stood in front of the hut in the forest and looked at the boundless wilderness.
"I can't be ruthless. There's no way back."
There was a long silence.
The God of Cooking smiled.
"Congratulations, you've passed the final test … Your dishes are very charming, and the emotions contained in them are moving."
"In the past, I didn't understand this feeling. I thought that only by being ruthless could I be eternal, but I couldn't be truly ruthless. I provoked the world of mortals and eventually perished in the starry sky …
"I hope you won't follow in my footsteps. Perhaps you don't need my inheritance anymore … But I have to tell you that the path of emotion is not so easy to walk, so I'll give you a way out."
The God of Cooking said.
Buzz …
Everything in the hut in the forest began to change.
The environment was collapsing.
Then …
Everything around them turned as dark as ink.
It was so dark that one couldn't even see their own fingers.
Bu Fang watched in a daze.
He knew that everything just now was not real, but that feeling was so real …
He was indeed the God of Cooking, a supreme existence.
Buzz …
A spot of light flickered.
Baiguang was dazzling, like a star blooming in the night sky.
The next moment, Baiguang became brighter and brighter, and a holy lotus emerged in front of Bu Fang.
"This is the Senseless Lotus. If you want to take a step back, you can eat it. It can make you forget all your emotions."
The God of Cooking's voice became distant.
Then …
A golden book slowly emerged.
Bu Fang recognized it. It was the God of Cooking's Menu.
However, unlike the previous incomplete God of Cooking's Menu, this one … was complete.
It exuded the supreme aura of the Great Path, which shocked Bu Fang so much that his heart beat wildly.
Was this the God of Cooking's inheritance?
The God of Cooking's Menu …
"This is the last inheritance, the inheritance of the God of Cooking's Menu … However, the menu follows the Ruthless Path. If you really inherit it, you must erase all your emotions and forget them. Otherwise, your soul will be torn to pieces by the power in the God of Cooking's Menu."
The God of Cooking's voice was very distant.
Bu Fang focused his eyes.
Sure enough, the God of Cooking walked the Ruthless Path. Although there was a wisp of emotion in it, it was still ruthless in nature.
Therefore, if he wanted to inherit the God of Cooking's inheritance, he had to choose ruthlessness.
Bu Fang hesitated.
He had been pursuing the path of the God of Cooking for so long, and now he was almost at the end. He was just one step away.
The end of the Ruthless Path was the God of Cooking's Menu.
As long as he chose to accept it, he would become the new God of Cooking.
On the other hand, he had walked out of the Emotional Path. However, the Emotional Path was full of fog and had too many unknowns.
On one side was the path of the predecessors, and on the other was his own path.
Which should he choose?
It was really a difficult choice.
How should he choose?
Bu Fang hesitated and pondered.
A Senseless Lotus bloomed quietly in the darkness.
Its beauty was beyond compare.
With just a glance, one felt as if one's mind would be completely sucked away.
Mu Hongzi had once said that the Senseless Lotus could help him ward off a disaster.
Was that what he was talking about?
If he chose the path of the God of Cooking, he would not be destroyed, which could be considered as blocking a disaster.
However, if he chose the Emotional Path, he was very likely to die of old age on the path.
Even at the end of his life, he would not be able to find the true Emotional Path of the God of Cooking.
The Senseless Lotus was so white that it could make people forget all their troubles.
It was as holy as the purest thing in the world.
Eating the Senseless Lotus could cut off the seven emotions and six desires … It would save him a lot of hard cultivation.
How should he choose?
Bu Fang did not make a decision immediately. Instead, he sat cross-legged.
The God of Cooking gradually turned into Baiguang and dissipated.
He disappeared between heaven and earth.
Bu Fang looked at the Senseless Lotus and the God of Cooking's Menu in front of him.
He sat in silence.
After a long time …
Bu Fang looked up.
His eyes gradually became firm and determined.
Finally, he raised his hand.
A ball of divine flame emerged.
The flame floated and enveloped the Senseless Lotus and the God of Cooking's Menu …
The scorching flame rolled and burned the Senseless Lotus and the God of Cooking's Menu into nothingness …
"I, Bu Fang, don't need a way out.
Hahahaha! "
The God of Cooking's laughter lingered between heaven and earth.
There was a hint of loneliness in his laughter.
A hundred generations of hosts, but in the end, he got a host who pursued the Emotional Path.
Perhaps all of this … was the true fate of the world.
"I hope you won't regret the choice you made today!"
The God of Cooking said.
"Since you've chosen the Emotional Path, I'll give you a hand. I hope you can really set foot on the highest peak!"
The God of Cooking laughed.
White spots of light slowly emerged and kept spreading toward Bu Fang.
Like a hazy mist, they wrapped Bu Fang's body …
Bu Fang stood quietly where he was.
The corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
"The highest?
Perhaps there is no highest in the Culinary Path, only higher … "
Boom!
More and more white spots of light appeared …
Finally!
Bu Fang's eyes were filled with countless white Baiguang.
…
He opened his eyes hazily, and his eyelashes fluttered.
White snowflakes fell from the sky and landed on his face.
A cold feeling seeped into his skin.
'He's … alive?'
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