The dough made of blood-colored flour spun in Ouyang Chenfeng's hand. Waves of energy swirled around, making the dough shine brilliantly.
Rumble! Rumble!
The boiling wok began to boil. The lid of the wok trembled, and steam gushed out from the wok.
Ouyang Chenfeng's face was solemn. His eyes were cold, devoid of any emotion. This was a far cry from his usual gentle appearance. Many people rarely saw this side of him.
Swish!
The blood-colored flour swirled. In the next moment, the dough in Ouyang Chenfeng's hand was stretched. He reached out a finger, pointing at the dough. With a wave of his hand, the dough spun in the air. As it spun, a strand of noodles as thin as a dragon's whisker was pulled out, spinning and spreading continuously.
Soon, the noodles around Ouyang Chenfeng's body were like blooming flowers, fluttering and dancing. As the flour swirled, it actually emitted a strange beauty.
Everyone was silent and immersed. When they knew that the flour was dyed with blood, they were shocked. However, at this moment, there was only admiration.
The strands of noodles danced like ribbons, extremely gorgeous.
All of a sudden, the noodles were swept up, falling into Ouyang Chenfeng's hand. The blood-colored noodles emitted a strange brilliance.
After placing the noodles on the stove, Ouyang Chenfeng walked towards the boiling cauldron.
There were ninety-nine spirit birds simmering inside.
He lifted the lid of the wok, and a wave of surging meaty energy rushed up to the sky …
Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air, feeling that it was a ghastly sight.
Ouyang Chenfeng fished out all the spirit birds. The meat of the spirit birds was half-cooked, and steam was rising from their bodies.
However, Ouyang Chenfeng didn't seem to want to end it like this.
He poured away all the soup he had cooked for the first time …
Then, he put the spirit birds back into the wok and began to cook …
This time, during the cooking process, he constantly sprinkled the cut spirit herbs into the wok.
When the herbs were sprinkled on the spirit birds' meat, the color of the meat became tempting.
Was this the soup base for cooking noodles?
For a bowl of noodles, besides the noodles, the soup base was also important. This soup base was very important, no matter if it was used to cook noodles or to make broth.
According to Ouyang Chenfeng's method, he planned to use ninety-nine spirit birds as the soup base, which was a test of his skills.
However, in the next moment, Ouyang Chenfeng poured away the soup base again. The second time, he gave up on the soup base.
For the third time, he boiled the soup base. This time, he added many spiritual herbs. These spiritual herbs actually emitted a unique fragrance along with the boiling of the soup.
Swish!
Swish! Ninety-nine spirit birds were taken out.
The cicada blade spun in his hand at an extremely fast speed. It was as thin as a cicada's wings, and every time it slashed, a piece of soft meat would be cut off from the abdomen of the spiritual beast bird, turning it into a thin slice.
Bu Fang only took a thin slice from each spirit beast bird and put them together. Ninety-nine slices were instantly cut into powder by the cicada blade.
Ouyang Chenfeng collected the powder-like pieces of minced meat for later use.
With a shake of his hand, he scooped up the blood-colored noodles. The blood-soaked noodles had a unique smell of blood.
Ouyang Chenfeng's face didn't change. He carefully put the noodles into the boiling soup base.
The soup base was very fragrant, with the aroma of spirit herbs and the rich fragrance of the meat.
When the two were mixed, it had a special taste.
Swish!
As soon as the noodles were put in, Ouyang Chenfeng let them swim in the pot. He shook them, and the boiling soup base was reflected in his eyes.
Suddenly, Ouyang Chenfeng's hand shook, and he pulled the noodles out. The noodles spun in the air, and the soup splashed.
Five small bowls were prepared, and they were placed one by one. The red noodles exuded a strange beauty, and after being soaked in the soup, they shone brightly.
After putting them into the five bowls, Ouyang Chenfeng scooped out the soup and poured it into the bowls. Swish!
The clear soup was as clear as spring water. When it was poured into the bowls, the noodles became plump.
Of course, it wasn't over yet.
Ouyang Chenfeng picked up the minced meat, which had almost turned into fine powder. He sprinkled it into the bowls, and shortly after, it blended into the soup …
His hand reached out, and the cicada-winged knife appeared in his hand. He cut a big spirit herb into slices, putting several slices into a bowl, and then put them on a plate.
The Heaven Burial Noodles … were done.
The Heaven Burial Noodles, which everyone had heard so much about, was just a simple bowl of noodles.
However, people had seen Ouyang Chenfeng cook, so they knew how much effort he had put into this simple bowl of noodles …
Ouyang Chenfeng took a step back, taking off the cloth band on his forehead. His hair cascaded, brushing his face.
Ouyang Chenfeng's ice-cold eyes regained their gentleness. His lips curled into a smile as he calmly looked at Bu Fang.
His dish was done. Next, it was Bu Fang's turn.
Of course, Bu Fang didn't know that Ouyang Chenfeng had finished cooking …
As a matter of fact, his noodles were almost at the final stage.
The Heaven Burial Noodles were sorrowful … People who ate it couldn't help but shed tears, feeling the deep pain of a funeral.
It was created by the sorrowful emotion of ninety-nine spirit birds dying in an instant …
Bu Fang decided to fight poison with poison. He didn't want to cook something that could make people happy. Quite the contrary, he wanted to cook something that could make people feel sorrowful. He wanted to make the judges who tasted his food feel sorrowful like a river.
Sorrowful Noodles …
It was the bowl of noodles that Bu Fang wanted to cook this time.
It was a plain noodle dish with ordinary ingredients, but the cooking method was very different.
No matter what, it was a noodle with a thick sorrowful emotion. The chef had to feel the sorrow while cooking, sending it to the noodles, making it sorrowful and sorrowful.
The Black Turtle Constellation Wok floated. Bu Fang didn't show any emotion, but his eyes had a gleam of sorrow.
The wok was burning red. Bu Fang took five spirit beast eggs he had prepared, gently breaking them. The egg juice burst out, falling into the wok.
Sizzle! Sizzle!
Instantly, the egg aroma rushed up.
The aroma assailed their nostrils.
However, Bu Fang still wore a sorrowful face. His emotions were mixed with his mental force, mixing bit by bit. Eventually, it seeped into the dish.
Although it was a simple fried egg, it gave off an extraordinary feeling.
Five small steaks were also fried in the oil. The meat on the steaks was shivering, as though the meat was stretching. Of course, it wasn't Taotie meat.
The Chef's Challenge had a rule that the level of the ingredients couldn't be too high. Of course, as chefs, they knew that.
If the taste of the ingredients was too good, it would cover the taste of the noodles. Then, this bowl of noodles would be a failure.
Thus, under normal circumstances, noodle dishes wouldn't use ingredients that were too high-grade.
The shining white noodles were in the wok. However, his wok's base was totally different from Ouyang Chenfeng's.
At the bottom of the wok, there were a few pieces of spirit herb roots churning, but there was nothing else.
What was being boiled was just plain water and soup …
However, of course, Bu Fang wouldn't let the soup be that simple …
He took out a crystal jar, removing the lid. Bu Fang sniffed, and his brows twitched a little …
It was a spicy smell that made people feel sad.
Bu Fang sighed, then dropped a drop of Abyssal Chili Sauce into the soup.
In just a blink of an eye, the clear soup became fiery red, with a strong spicy smell.
And, Bu Fang also added a drop of Abyssal Chili Sauce on the fried egg and the fried steak …
The chili sauce smelled good, and it made the dishes emit a different kind of fragrance.
After the noodles were put into the wok, they rolled in the soup. After the noodles had a ruddy color, Bu Fang scooped them up.
Water splashed, and the shining white noodles emitted luster and steam.
Every time he hit it, the noodles would shake a little.
He put the clean noodles into the prepared blue-and-white porcelain bowl, then covered it with a piece of steak. Finally, he placed the fried egg, which looked a little cute and piping hot, on top of it.
In the center of the fried egg, he added a drop of Abyssal Chili Sauce, then sprinkled some chopped green onions.
A bowl of Overwhelming Sadness Noodles, which looked so simple, was done.
Bu Fang wiped the water on his hands, looking at the bowl of noodles, his face a little complicated …
He liked to cook dishes that made people feel happy, and the mood of the dish was related to the chef's own mood.
In order to make this bowl of noodles, Bu Fang needed to fuse his melancholy emotions into it.
Bu Fang didn't like this kind of sad feeling.
He felt that the purpose of cooking was to make the customers feel happy.
Thus, Bu Fang thought that he wouldn't cook this bowl of noodles for the second time.
Bu Fang let out a long breath. Just like that, his first dish was done. As for his next opponent, it was Bu Fang's turn.
Bu Fang lifted his head, looking at the emotionless Wang Tong, who seemed to be tortured by the passing of time.
His half-white, half-black hair was full of vicissitudes.
At this moment, he was finishing the dish, neither happy nor sad.
…
Rumble!
The giant skull kept dashing, and it couldn't stop.
Many experts widened their eyes in astonishment as they watched the giant skull collide with them.
Which holy land did it belong to?
With a loud bang, the skull smashed into the ground, plowing a deep ditch, and the soil on the ground was sent flying.
However, the skull was still intact. Two figures crawled out of it.
"Cough, cough, cough … Little Nian, come out quickly. You've landed perfectly and safely," said Hades Erha, standing on the skull's head.
Saint Daughter Zi Yun emerged from the hole and breathed in the fresh air. Her beautiful face was filled with excitement.
"Finally, we're here!"
"Young man, you said that there are Spicy Strips here … Don't deceive I's pure feelings." Hades gave Zi Yun a sidelong glance.
Zi Yun's long eyelashes shivered. "Big Brother Ha, what are you talking about? How could Zi Yun deceive you? Without the Spicy Strips, Zi Yun will be yours! "
Zi Yun's words were righteous.
Hades Erha looked at her with dark circles under his eyes. The corners of his mouth rose. "Young man, you wish."
The two of them talked to each other, not caring about the surprised gazes of the surrounding experts.
It should be known that the experts hovering in the air were existences from the Hidden Dragon Royal Court's Great Sage's lands.
They looked at the skull descending from the sky, watching the two figures crawl out of it, bickering …
All of a sudden, an expert's eyes widened.
"Oh, isn't that Saint Daughter Zi Yun?! Why is that little ancestor here? " That expert was an Almighty existence from the Heavenly Spring Holy Land. He came here to help the old man take the Valley of Gluttony's inheritance.
However, before he could do anything, he encountered such a situation.
Many people from the other holy lands looked at him strangely.
The Heavenly Spring Amethyst Elder's daughter, Saint Daughter Zi Yun?
She was pulling a stranger's arm in front of so many people … If Amethyst Elder knew that, would he vomit blood? Everybody knew how precious Amethyst Elder was to his daughter.
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