The golden light that emerged from the pitch-black round charcoal was even more dazzling than the usual golden light. It was especially eye-catching and attracted everyone's attention.
It was as if a flower bud that had been brewing for a long time had blossomed in an instant. The pitch-black charcoal layer was actually peeling off at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the golden light became even more intense.
Steam accompanied the golden light as it surged into the air. It was hazy, as if it was a treasure from a fairyland.
A rich fragrance surged into the air, making it impossible for anyone to resist. After being roasted, the Lion Head Demonic Potato had an indescribable aroma. There was a hint of scorching smell within the aroma, but it was especially rich.
Beneath the peeling charcoal layer was the orange-red flesh of the Demonic Potato. The flesh of the Demonic Potato was like a work of art meticulously sculpted by the heavens. It was exquisite and translucent, just like the most precious amber.
Dense steam permeated the air around the amber-like flesh, making it even more tempting and appetizing.
"Isn't it beautiful?" Bu Fang said in satisfaction as he held the Lion Head Demonic Potato in one hand. The sweet aroma of the Demonic Potato caused Bu Fang's expression to soften.
Duan Yun blankly stared at the steaming Demonic Potato as his nose twitched. The fragrance seemed to possess some sort of magical power. He couldn't help but take in deep breaths in an attempt to inhale the fragrance that permeated the air.
After hearing Bu Fang's question, Duan Yun blankly nodded his head. He never imagined that the Lion Head Demonic Potato could actually become so beautiful.
The Lion Head Demonic Potato was a precious eighth grade spirit herb. Most people would use it to refine elixirs after obtaining it. No one would choose to cook it. Only the freak in front of him would make such a choice.
In any case, even though Duan Yun disapproved of the way Bu Fang used the Lion Head Demonic Potato to cook, the aroma of the cooked Lion Head Demonic Potato was truly enticing.
"Give it a taste, it'll taste even better."
A wisp of green smoke curled around Bu Fang's hand as the Dragon Bone Kitchen Knife appeared in his hand.
With a flash of the knife, the translucent half of the amber-like Lion Head Demonic Potato was cut off. Bu Fang caught it with the kitchen knife and handed it to Duan Yun.
It could really be eaten?
Duan Yun swallowed a mouthful of saliva, glanced at Bu Fang, and took a deep breath.
It would be a waste not to eat it. Duan Yun covered his hand with true energy and grabbed the Demonic Potato meat.
The steaming hot Demonic Potato meat was extremely hot. Although his palm was covered with True Energy, it was still scalding and made him scream in pain. His whole body became spirited.
He carefully grabbed the Lion Head Demonic Potato with both hands and gently blew on it, causing the heat on the Demonic Potato to dissipate.
Bu Fang ignored Duan Yun and turned his attention to the Lion Head Demonic Potato in his hand.
Roasting a sweet potato was actually a way of cooking during one's leisure time. One would dig a hole in the ground, place a few stones into the hole, then bury the sweet potato. Flammable materials such as hay would be placed in the hole and the heat would be used to roast the sweet potato. This was a method that Bu Fang remembered from his previous life.
Of course, there were many other methods. For example, one could prepare a charcoal stove and roast the sweet potato in it. This way, the moisture on the surface of the sweet potato would disappear and after peeling off the dry skin, one would be able to see the sweet and tender sweet potato meat inside.
The taste was extremely delicious.
After peeling off the carbon layer, Bu Fang sucked in a deep breath, blew on it, and took a bite without the slightest scruple.
The scalding hot Demonic Potato meat almost scalded his teeth. Only after taking a bite and exhaling in his mouth did he realize the unique fragrance.
The sweetness enveloped his taste buds and tickled his nerves, causing his eyes to flicker in an instant.
The texture of the Demonic Potato meat was extremely good. The essence energy within was basically preserved and the spirit energy was especially rich. The small Lion Head Demonic Potato contained a spirit energy that was like a bomb that was about to explode.
Most importantly, Bu Fang sensed something from the Roasted Demonic Potato that he had never tasted before in his previous dishes.
It was an indescribable and indescribable feeling.
It was like an epiphany, a mysterious state.
Bu Fang concluded that it was spirituality. Although the roasted Demonic Potato meat was simple, compared to Bu Fang's previous dishes, it had a spirituality.
Although there wasn't a lot of it, and he wouldn't be able to sense it if he didn't pay close attention, his soul force had become more and more sensitive as his cultivation base increased.
The appearance of spirituality in a dish made Bu Fang feel as though he had discovered something new.
As he became an intermediate chef, Bu Fang's culinary skills seemed to have reached a bottleneck. Although he would improve every time, the improvement wasn't much and was even getting smaller and smaller.
Bu Fang wanted to become the God of Cooking who stood at the top of the food chain in this fantasy world. The smaller the improvement, the further he progressed, the further away he would be from his goal.
Of course, in his heart, he knew that it was naturally easy to improve at the beginning. However, the higher his level, the higher his vision, and the higher his culinary skills, the more difficult it would be to improve.
Perhaps, every improvement required a deep foundation.
As Bu Fang ate the roasted Demonic Potato, he fell into deep thought for a moment.
Munch munch! Munch munch!
A rhythmic munching sound jolted Bu Fang out of his thoughts.
A gaze that made Bu Fang feel a chill was staring at him, causing Bu Fang to raise his eyebrows in surprise.
Following the gaze, he saw Duan Yun, who had stood up at some point and was staring at the Demonic Potato meat in his hand with glowing eyes.
What was going on? Bu Fang was dumbfounded.
Duan Yun's mouth kept munching and finally, with a gulp, he swallowed the Demonic Potato meat in his mouth.
His whole body was gasping for air.
Duan Yun felt as though he had been baptized. This was the first time he had tasted such a delicious dish. The feeling it gave him was as though he had just eaten an eighth grade elixir.
How inconceivable was this!
After being roasted, not only did the essence within the Demonic Potato remain intact, it was even more well-preserved. The moment it entered his mouth, the spirit energy and essence energy within it seemed as though they were about to explode. It made him feel as though he was surfing in the ocean.
That comfortable feeling made Duan Yun addicted.
How could it be so delicious?! Duan Yun howled in his heart.
Delicious, this was the true delicacy!
It turned out that roasted sweet potatoes with alchemic fire tasted so good. Duan Yun was extremely excited. He was even considering whether he should change his occupation and use alchemic fire to roast sweet potatoes.
However, this was just a thought. If his sect found out that he used alchemic fire to roast sweet potatoes, it wouldn't just be a matter of being drowned in a pig's cage.
Facing Duan Yun's greedy gaze, Bu Fang expressionlessly and leisurely stuffed the remaining half of the Lion Head Demonic Potato into his mouth.
Munch munch...
A rhythmic chewing sound rang out, causing Duan Yun to feel as though his body was being hollowed out.
After forcefully swallowing the Demonic Potato, Bu Fang let out a satisfied burp. The burp was accompanied by a rich spirit energy and essence energy that filled the air.
Suddenly, Bu Fang's eyes widened and he patted his chest.
With a wave of his hand, he took out a wine pot from the system's dimensional storage.
After gulping down a mouthful of wine, Bu Fang let out a satisfied breath.
The taste of the Frost Blaze Path-Understanding Brew paired with the roasted sweet potato was indeed not bad.
A rich wine fragrance filled the air. Duan Yun's eyeballs nearly popped out of their sockets. This wine fragrance … was simply too f * cking fragrant!
Bu Fang gulped down another mouthful and smacked his lips in satisfaction. Then, he saw the dumbfounded Duan Yun not far from him.
"Hmm … Want a cup?" Bu Fang raised the Frost Blaze Path-Understanding Brew in his hand.
"Really … Can I?" Duan Yun's eyes lit up and he asked in embarrassment. However, his movements were not slow. In just a few moments, he had arrived in front of Bu Fang.
"Of course … not." With a wave of his hand, Bu Fang stored the Frost Blaze Path-Understanding Brew into the system's dimensional storage. "This wine is very expensive …"
Duan Yun felt extremely awkward. What happened to the trust between people? What happened to sharing it?
Weren't we friends?
After tasting the Lion Head Demonic Potato roasted with alchemic fire, Bu Fang was even more interested in the effects of these peculiar flames. His heart was burning with passion. With these flames, his culinary skills would definitely improve once again.
Cooking with alchemic fire could allow the roasted Demonic Potato to possess a trace of spirituality. What if he used … the Heaven and Earth Obsidian Flame or the Ten Thousand Bestial Flames to cook it?
Bu Fang did not dare to imagine it. He came to the Hundred Thousand Mountains in search of the Ten Thousand Bestial Flames to activate the Black Turtle Constellation Wok. Now … he could not wait to obtain the Ten Thousand Bestial Flames!
This was because it would determine whether his culinary skills could achieve greater breakthroughs.
Duan Yun looked at Bu Fang's departing figure and licked his lips. His eyes lit up as he eagerly rushed over to Bu Fang.
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