The sound of the iron ladle colliding with the iron wok resounded throughout the entire Cooks' Army Camp, causing the originally tranquil camp to suddenly become noisy.
Many people came out of the tents in the camp, rubbing their sleepy eyes.
Bu Fang walked out of the tent and slowly walked toward the place where the crowd was concentrated. Troops usually had to assemble. Even though Bu Fang had never joined an army before, he still knew a little about such matters. In the Cooks' Army Unit, the sound of the wok striking was used to replace the sound of assembly.
The hat on the head of the young Long Cai was slightly askew, and he had a drowsy look on his face. The firewood in the camp was burning, emitting crackling sounds that reverberated in the surroundings.
The big iron wok on the wooden frame was being roasted by the raging flames. Bubbling sounds could be heard coming from within the wok, and white steam was rising from it. Water vapor was flowing out from the wok, along with spirit energy and a faint fragrance of porridge.
At this moment, Wei Dafu was carrying an iron wok. He was hitting the wok with an iron spoon, making loud noises. There was a hint of anger on his face as he looked at the slow moving group of people. He couldn't help but shout, "Hurry up! Don't think that the cooks' army isn't a soldier! Hurry up and gather!!"
The cooks immediately became spirited and stood in line.
Bu Fang, on the other hand, calmly followed behind the others and joined the team.
This caused Wei Dafu, who was narrowing his eyes to look for Bu Fang, to feel a little regretful. He originally wanted to use this as an excuse to scold that arrogant brat. He did not expect that the brat would actually wake up so early to queue up. A normal recruit … would sleep until the sun was high up in the sky!
However, he didn't pay too much attention to this. He only snorted and looked at the cooks below him.
"Straighten your chests. Yesterday, we received the general's order. Tomorrow, our Third Army will go out to fight against the enemy. The general asked us, the Cooks' Army Unit, to cook a sumptuous meal to satisfy the soldiers and raise their spirits, so that everyone can return victorious!"
Wei Dafu said loudly with his hands behind his back, acting like a vice-captain.
After saying that, the cooks below started chattering among themselves. Many of them were quite excited. It was time to show off their real skills!
"So … you guys know what I'm going to say. Today's dish, you guys better prepare it well. Don't lose the reputation of our Cooks' Army Unit. Don't let the soldiers, when they eat your dish, say in disgust … What kind of rubbish is this? If that happens, not only will you guys lose face, but I, Wei Dafu, will also lose face! So, all of you better do your best! "
Wei Dafu yelled at the top of his lungs.
The cooks all held their heads high and their eyes sparkled with confidence.
Especially Long Cai, that immature little fellow. He actually held his chest high and his face was filled with excitement.
"Alright, Long Cai … You go and distribute the porridge to each camp. When you come back later, you will continue cooking. The rest of you, go back to your camps and prepare your dishes well. If I'm not satisfied with today's dish, I will use half a month's worth of firewood!"
Long Cai's face fell. Reluctantly, he followed a few strong cooks to carry the steaming hot wok and left the camp.
Bu Fang clasped his hands behind his back and slowly turned around. He was about to lazily return to his ordinary camp.
However, he was stopped by Wei Dafu.
"Kid, I'm watching you. If your dish isn't chosen by any of the soldiers, hehe … You know the consequences! At that time, I will let you know the price of being arrogant with me, Wei Dafu. "
Wei Dafu shot a glance at Bu Fang and coldly snorted.
Bu Fang was taken aback. The corners of his mouth curled up and he looked at Wei Dafu as though he was looking at an idiot. He was too lazy to say anything, so he turned around and returned to his camp.
There were so many ingredients in the camp. Although they were all ordinary ingredients, they were all complete. Vegetables and meat were all laid out on the ground.
Picking out some ingredients that seemed to be of good quality, Bu Fang weighed them in his hand. Then, he began to pick up the wooden frame and set up the wok, preparing to cook.
To Bu Fang, there was no such thing as meticulously prepared dishes or not meticulously prepared dishes. A chef who was confident in his craftsmanship would always be able to satisfy the taste of his customers and make them praise him endlessly.
Holding the wooden handle, he casually spun the kitchen knife in his hand. Twirling the knife in his hand, Bu Fang's eyes fell on the ingredients he had picked out.
Regarding these ordinary ingredients, Bu Fang didn't feel any pressure at all.
The knife light flickered rapidly, shining under the illumination of the fire. Swish!
Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!
Those ingredients were quickly processed by Bu Fang in just a few breaths. His Meteor Knife Skill was really skillful, so processing these ingredients was a piece of cake for him.
After processing the ingredients, Bu Fang began to prepare to cook.
He first preheated the wok, then added the oil. This oil was just ordinary oil, and it didn't contain any spirit energy. It was really an extremely ordinary ingredient.
The dishes cooked by the Cooks' Army Cooks were made with spirit energy ingredients. However, they were unable to preserve the spirit energy within the ingredients like Bu Fang could. It was very easy for the spirit energy within the ingredients to leak out. Even the chefs of large restaurants were unable to preserve the spirit energy within the ingredients, let alone these cooks.
Bu Fang was already used to cooking using true energy. Even though this technique was more useful when cooking spirit energy ingredients, it did not make much of a difference to Bu Fang. This was because his mental energy was simply too strong. Even the slightest change in the ingredients would not escape his senses.
The sound of stir-frying resounded in everyone's camp. In an instant, sparks and smoke rose into the sky, and the aroma of the dishes filled the entire Cooks' Army Unit.
However, the Cooks' Army Unit didn't prepare too many dishes. Their main purpose was to make large portions. Because they needed large portions, it was more difficult to cook.
Many of them were responsible for one dish, so they had to make a few dishes in total.
The miserable cries of spirit beasts resounded in the camp. It was the sound of some low-grade spirit beasts being slaughtered and turned into dishes to nourish the soldiers' bodies. For the sake of this dish, the Cooks' Army Unit had pulled out all of their savings.
This time, Bu Fang only made one dish. He was very fast, and it didn't take long for him to finish. He covered the dish in the big pot with a lid, and surprisingly, all the fragrance was kept inside. It didn't burst out like the others.
After finishing everything, Bu Fang sat cross-legged on his bed, and he closed his eyes to rest. He started to think about the dish in his mind, and at the same time, he waited for the others to finish their dishes.
Soon, the sound of the iron ladle colliding with the big iron wok resounded again. Bu Fang opened his eyes, and they were filled with excitement.
His first real dish in the Cooks' Army Unit was finally going to be put to the test.
However, Bu Fang wasn't worried in the slightest. He had absolute confidence in his culinary skills.
Getting off his bed, Bu Fang lifted the big pot and walked out of his tent.
Xiao Bai was arranged by Bu Fang to stay in his tent, and he obediently stayed still.
When they arrived at the front of the camp, several cooks were carrying a pot, and there were already several big pots in front of the camp. A rich fragrance was emitted from the pots, and it lingered in the Cooks' Army Unit's camp.
Many cooks had ruddy faces, and their foreheads were filled with sweat. It was obvious that they were excited to finish their dishes.
"Brat, walk faster. Everyone is waiting for you!" Wei Dafu shot a glance at Bu Fang, and he said in a displeased tone.
Compared to the others, Bu Fang's pot wasn't big. However, the others didn't pay much attention to it, because the soldiers didn't pay much attention to dishes made with ordinary ingredients. Since they were going to be wasted, the pot given to Bu Fang was on the small side.
Faced with Wei Dafu's scolding, Bu Fang was still unhurried, and he lazily carried his pot to the group.
Wei Dafu was even more displeased. He coldly snorted, and he looked at the others.
"Alright! Prepare to serve the dishes! "
Just as Wei Dafu's voice faded …
"Hey, ha!"
The cooks immediately shouted, and then they lifted the heavy pots and walked out of the camp.
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