Chapter 1,224 Kirin Bone Soup

Dark Qilin bone is the bone of a pseudo-divine beast. It can be regarded as a holy material, but it is the lowest grade among holy materials.

But at least, it is also a good ingredient.

Moreover, Qilin bone is the essence of Qilin, containing infinite essence and divine energy. It is best used to make soup. The energy in Qilin bone permeates from the bone and blends into the soup, which can be completely absorbed by the human body.

This hunger is the reason why Bu Fang plans to cook this dish this time.

The curse in Xiaoyou's body needs dishes with rich essence to suppress it, and the tonic soup made with Qilin bone is just right.

Stewed soup is actually a major category of food.

A delicious soup can make people immersed in it with just one mouthful.

But stewed soup tests the chef's control of the heat more.

In particular, the higher the level of the ingredients, the more demanding it is for the chef to control the heat, because high-level ingredients are full of essence.

Once the best time to serve is missed, it is easy to destroy the essence, or even cause the essence to be lost, resulting in a bad taste.

Before making soup, Bu Fang needs to prepare the ingredients needed for this cooking.

His mind moved.

Bu Fang's figure entered the pastoral world.

He picked some fresh ingredients and dried ingredients.

He returned to the kitchen.

Bu Fang cut all the ingredients and put them in blue and white porcelain bowls.

The first blue and white porcelain bowl contained dried red fruit peels. Most of the essence of the red fruit peels was contained in it. If the soup was made, the freshness of the soup could be completely locked.

There were also leaves of the Nine-Turn Heavenly Dao Tea Tree in the porcelain bowl. The leaves were cut in half by Bu Fang, and the tea fragrance was permeated.

In addition to these, there were also vermilion nail-sized dried spiritual fruits, which were similar to the wolfberries in the previous life.

Bu Fang had seen this kind of spiritual fruit before, so he specially planted it in the pastoral world.

The medicinal materials were prepared, and the ingredients were also prepared.

The next step was the cooking process.

Bu Fang cleaned the Xuanwu pot and placed the Xuanwu pot on the White Tiger Heavenly Stove.

He opened his mouth and spurted out a ball of dark white flame.

The flame rushed out and drilled into the White Tiger Heavenly Stove, and suddenly burned fiercely.

Pour the Fountain of Life into it, and the clear Fountain of Life burst out with a strong breath of life.

With a thud, put the Kirin bone in it.

The Kirin bone contains some Kirin meat, but the amount is very small, and it is mainly used for making soup.

Start with cold water, slowly heat it, and boil the dishes in the pot.

During this process, Bu Fang did not release his mental power.

The flame burst out and continued to grow.

After a while, the pot was filled with boiling sounds.

The Kirin bone rolled in it.

Bu Fang frowned, as if he could hear the dark Kirin thought contained in the Kirin bone roaring.

This thought has a fatal effect on the taste of the dish.

It's like making braised fish, but not removing the fishy smell of the fish meat.

It will ruin a dish.

Reaching out his hand, Bu Fang's spiritual sea suddenly boiled.

With a loud rumble.

The golden shadow suspended above the spiritual sea suddenly opened its eyes, and a brilliant golden light burst out of its eyes.

It was like a sharp beam of light projected down.

After a while, it turned into stars and penetrated into the basalt pot.

It melted into the soup in the pot.

The soup boiled and trembled constantly.

It was as if the sword light swept across and slashed at the dark unicorn.

The unicorn roared more and more violently, as if it was resisting.

However, this resistance was obviously futile, as if it had experienced a great battle, and the unicorn's thoughts were instantly wiped out.

Bu Fang opened his eyes.

He exhaled a breath of turbid air.

It was visible to the naked eye.

A dark airflow rose from the unicorn bone and slowly dissipated in the air.

The next cooking process was not that complicated.

Bu Fang took out the unicorn bone,

and washed the blood foam on it with the fountain of life.

Pour out the soup in the basalt pot.

Put the cleaned unicorn bone in the center of the basalt pot, and the dark flesh-colored unicorn meat exudes steam.

Take a blue and white porcelain bowl.

Pour the dried spiritual fruit into it, and also pour the cut ginger slices into it.

Add water to the basalt pot so that the soup can just cover the unicorn bone.

After doing all this, Bu Fang's mind moved.

The top of the basalt pot slowly closed up.

Next, it was time to make soup.

Bu Fang's mental power surged out.

It seemed to burst out like a strand of silk thread, winding around the basalt pot.

Like a string of a harp, it could feel every bit of fluctuation of the food in the pot.

The white fairy fire gushed out and drilled into the bottom of the basalt pot.

The flame was strong.

Start heating.

Bu Fang's hands fell down to his waist.

His eyelids drooped slightly, and his mental power was like a thread.

Looking at it, it was as if he could see through the Xuanwu pot and see everything in it.

The soup was boiling, and the energy in the dark unicorn bone was released bit by bit and merged into the soup.

The spiritual threads wrapped around the Xuanwu pot were beating like strings, as if playing a piece of music like high mountains and flowing water.

The beautiful notes beat out when the energy of the dark unicorn bone is released, forming an intoxicating piece of music.

Xixi walked in from outside.

The kitchen door curtain was lifted, causing the bell to ring loudly, but it did not make Bu Fang's spirit waver at all.

Xixi looked at Bu Fang curiously, as if she was a little curious about what Bu Fang was cooking.

"Instructor Bu is making soup?!"

Xixi raised her head and looked curiously.

Her nose moved, and the rich aroma of meat filled her mouth and nose. Her eyes seemed to change, staring at Bu Fang's spiritual strings, mesmerized.

It was as if she heard a beautiful piece of music played by Bu Fangcheng.

The most primitive music made her immersed in it both physically and mentally.

Instructor Bu’s cooking skills... are really amazing!

Music has bland foreshadowing, intense climaxes and gentle endings, and the same goes for cooking.

The forest-white flame also slowly changed under the control of Bu Fang's mental power.

The soup is halfway done.

Bu Fang opened his eyes.

Opened the lid of the pot and added dried rhubarb peel, wolfberry, various spices, etc...

As soon as these flavors enter.

The entire soup tastes like it's boiling completely.

It was turbulent and boiling, as if a palm was coming from the surface, gently brushing the face.

The lid is on again.

The flames boil.

The playing of the music became more and more intense, like a violent storm, and the bullets kept falling.

Xixi's little face was red from suppressing it, and there were beads of sweat rolling down her forehead as she felt the cooking.

Keeping up with Bu Fang's cooking pace is no small challenge for Xixi.

Although his talent is good, with Bu Fang's current level of cooking skills, Xixi still needs to look up to him.

At the end of cooking, simmer over low heat.

Bu Fang's mental threads were withdrawn one by one.

Finished cooking.

He turned his head and glanced at Xixi, his eyes softened a lot.

"Xixi, go out and rest for a while, get ready to drink soup." Bu Fang said softly.

Xixi nodded obediently.

Just turned around and prepared to walk out.

"By the way, if the strange sorghum that blooms in the sun appears when I asked you to cook it, you must tell me."

Bu Fang said solemnly.

The society is sinister, and Bu Fang doesn't want Xixi to be deceived by a pervert at such a young age.

"OK."

Xixi replied with a smile.

Then he walked out of the kitchen.

Bu Fang nodded and turned his gaze to the Xuanwu pot.

Opened the lid of the pot.

In the lid, streams of heat rose up, like a unicorn flying through the air with its teeth and claws.

There is auspicious brilliance rising and bursting out.

Brilliant and eye-catching.

Bu Fang closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

There is no greasy smell that makes people greasy, but a refreshing feeling that penetrates the heart and spleen.

The heat was rising, turning into a galloping unicorn above the Xuanwu pot.

Bu Fang was very satisfied. He rarely made soup, but this time he was very satisfied with the soup.

Carrying the cooked soup, Bu Fang walked out of the kitchen and entered the restaurant.

Jingle Bell.

The door curtain was lifted, and the loud sound instantly attracted the attention of everyone in the restaurant.

Xixi sat on the chair obediently, while Xiaohua and Xiaoyou looked at him eagerly with great expectation.

The dog owner didn't know where he had gone, but Bu Fang wasn't worried, as long as the mangy dog ​​didn't bully others.

The Black Dragon King was really thrown out by Xiaohua.

But he deserved it, Bu Fang reminded him.

The dark black basalt pot was placed in the middle of the dining table.

The rich fragrance spreads, mellow and sultry, surging with majestic essence.

Bu Fang took out the blue and white porcelain bowls one by one.

Spoon grasping.

The splash of broth flowed down the edge of the spoon.

Bu Fang scooped up a bowl of broth. The soup seemed to be crystal clear and extremely cool.

Bu Fang handed the soup to Xiaoyou.

"Drink it while it's hot."

Bu Fang said.

This dish should have a strong effect on suppressing the cursed snake in Xiaoyou's body.

After that, Bu Bian continued to ladle the soup.

Crash.

I also scooped out a bowl for Xixi.

The sloshing broth looks very gorgeous.

The wreath formed by the oily broth looks amazing.

Xiaoyou held the blue and white porcelain bowl in both hands, and warmth surged from the steaming bowl, making Xiaoyou feel warm all over her cold body.

The sloshing soup and the wreath on it look like blooming flowers, attracting the eye.

The aroma of the broth continued to fill the air, making Xiaoyou couldn't help but swallow and salivate.

The red lips pursed.

Just when Xiaoyou was about to drink soup.

Footsteps suddenly sounded outside the restaurant.

The sound of footsteps caused Bu Fang's ladling action to pause, and his brows furrowed slightly.

The footsteps were heavy, like mountains walking.

Bu Fang subconsciously raised his head and looked over.

Just saw a meat ball coming slowly from a distance.

Um?

Bu Fang frowned.

Meatball walked domineeringly and reached the door of the restaurant, but he was stuck on the door.

The corner of Bu Fang's mouth suddenly twitched...

Where does this come from?

Xixi held the broth and turned her head to see the chubby meat ball.

His eyes suddenly lit up.

"Instructor Bu... that's him! He's the weird sorghum that asked Xixi to cook and bloom!"

Xixi shouted excitedly.

oh?

Is this the fat man?

No wonder Xixi is called a weirdo...

Indeed...it's weird.

Being able to eat so fat...is also a skill!

The door of the restaurant was not very narrow, but Bu Fang had never imagined that someone could be caught by the door.

Even Fatty Jin, the rich man from the Qingfeng Empire and the fattest person Bu Fang had ever seen, would not be caught by the door...

How nourishing this fat man's life must have been to have allowed him to develop horizontally like this.

"It smells so good!! The meat taste... is extremely pure, with a hint of darkness! The ingredients are absolutely high-quality, never seen before!"

The fat man was caught in the doorway, his body kept squirming, his nose twitched, he smelled the meat, and couldn't help but admire it.

"I smelled the pure aroma of meat from all the way... I was not disappointed, Old Ding! By the way, brother... your door is a bit narrow and needs to be renovated!"

Fatty Ding squirmed for a while, and finally squeezed in, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and shouted to Bu Fang.

At a glance, Fatty Ding saw the broth in the Xuanwu pot.

He walked to the dining table and sat on the chair.

He smiled knowingly.

Then he rubbed his hands, his body trembling with fat, and said to Bu Fang, "Brother, let's have a bowl of broth!"

Xiaoyou and Xiaohua glanced at the fat man and then looked away.

Finally, it locked on the bowl held in the palm of the hand.

Bu Fang looked at Fatty Ding, his expression gradually becoming serious.

Is this the weird guy who taught Xixi bad things?

After teaching Xixi a bad way, she still wants to drink soup?

"No meat, no soup...what about a bowl?" Bu Fang looked at Fatty Ding expressionlessly and said.

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