Chapter 1319 Failed?

Twenty percent success rate.

In other words, there is an eighty percent failure rate, which means that the probability of failure is as high as eighty percent.

The failure rate is four times the success rate.

When ordinary people hear this failure rate, they will definitely choose to refuse the task with their eyes closed.

However, the system really didn't expect that Bu Fang would choose to accept this task, and it was very straightforward and without dragging its feet.

Once this task is accepted, it cannot be terminated. Once terminated, it will also be wiped out by the system.

Bu Fang's choice made the system confused for a while.

After a long time, it spoke.

It was still a serious and serious voice.

"Host accepts the task, the task execution begins, and the recipe for the three cups of divine chicken will be distributed now. Please start receiving it."

Buzz...

The system's words fell.

Bu Fang's eyes were disillusioned.

The next moment, he stood there and fell into deep thought.

In his mind, dense information poured into his mind.

In the sea of ​​​​spirituality.

The Golden Dragon, Suzaku, Black Tortoise, and White Tiger all raised their heads, looking at a book that appeared in the void with some horror.

It was a golden book, condensed entirely by spiritual energy, with surging waves constantly emanating from it.

The waves spread, and the spirits in the spiritual sea of ​​the concession party were all shocked.

"Is this the God of Cooking Recipe?!"

"What? How did the little host get in touch with the God of Cooking Recipe so early?"

"The system is trying to force the little host to death. The God of Cooking Recipe was made so quickly..."

The spirits were all shocked.

The Dragon and Suzaku chattered non-stop.

"Hmph... The system is going to make trouble. The little host is only a second-turn Little Saint. How high is the success rate of cooking the dishes in the God of Cooking Recipe? One percent? Or two percent? In any case, the success rate is too low."

The White Tiger hummed proudly and said.

"This is not something we can worry about... We just need to do our job well."

Xuanwu spoke, and the entire spiritual sea seemed to be silent.

At this moment, Bu Fang naturally did not know what was happening in the spiritual sea.

He had already begun to concentrate on reading and understanding the contents of the chef's recipe that had flooded into his mind.

Three Cups of God's Death Chicken.

Bu Fang took a deep breath, and there seemed to be golden lines flowing in his eyes.

Three Cups of God's Death Chicken, this is a dish called Three Cups Chicken on Earth.

Bu Fang is naturally familiar with this.

After reading the cooking method on the recipe, Bu Fang's face became a little ugly for the first time.

No wonder the system said that he only had a 20% success rate. It said that he had a 20% success rate, and it was because the system was optimistic about him.

If Bu Fang were to estimate it himself, it would not even be 10%.

Difficult...

Too difficult.

Bu Fang could sense that there was a book in his spiritual sea, which should be what the system called the chef's recipe.

But now he couldn't turn the pages of the book at all, and even the connection with the spirit of the instrument was cut off.

Bu Fang frowned.

Turned around and walked into the kitchen.

Bu Fang stood in front of the stove.

He took a deep breath, the light in his eyes flickered, and he carefully thought about the details described in the recipe.

Details determine success or failure. No matter what you do, details are the most important, especially in cooking.

A tiny detail in cooking can even determine the taste of the whole dish.

As a chef, you must have a sense of attention to details.

Three Cups Chicken, or Three Cups of God's Death Chicken.

The reason why it is called three cups is that the main seasoning of this dish is only three cups, one cup of soy sauce, one cup of sesame oil, and one cup of rice wine.

And only three cups of seasonings are used to mix a dish.

The difficulty is naturally very great.

Buzz...

Standing in front of the stove,

you can see with your naked eyes that portions of ingredients appear on the stove.

These ingredients... are extremely ordinary, without any spiritual energy or fairy spirit, as if they were the ordinary dishes bought in the vegetable market in the previous life.

Of course, the quality is naturally excellent.

A plucked chicken is placed in a blue and white porcelain bowl, but this is not the end.

Bu Fang still needs to process the chicken a second time.

Bu Fang did not do it casually.

He did not dare to do it casually. If the cooking of this dish failed, he would be wiped out.

The system did not have any emotion when it said to wipe out.

Bu Fang can believe that if he really fails, he will definitely be ruthlessly wiped out by the system. The system will not show mercy just because he is the host.

Therefore, Bu Fang dare not take it lightly.

Close your eyes and calm down the excitement in your heart.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Bu Fang opened his eyes.

His eyes were ordinary, without any emotion.

There was no fear of being wiped out because of failure, nor palpitations about the low success rate.

There was... only the calmness and composure that belonged to the chef.

Clatter...

The Xuanwu pot was placed in the White Tiger Heavenly Stove.

The flame penetrated into the stove and burned immediately, with scorching heat bursting out.

Instead of using the Fountain of Life, Bu Fang poured in the water prepared by the system. The water was clear and sweet, but...it had no spiritual energy or immortal energy!

He poured the water prepared by the system into the pot with a calm look.

The water boiled.

Bu Fang scooped out the water and put it into a blue and white porcelain basin.

Hualala...

Without wrapping his palm with true Qi, the boiling hot water made Bu Fang frown.

He carefully plucked all the feathers on the chicken, not leaving a single hair.

After a careful inspection, Bu Fang took the chicken out and put it on the chopping board.

At this moment, his hands were already red from the boiling water.

Bu Fang was stunned, and suddenly felt like he was back to cooking normally.

The dragon bone kitchen knife was taken out.

After turning it in his hand for a while, he chopped it down fiercely.

Pah pah pah...

He chopped off the strong and powerful chicken legs, cut them into pieces, and put them on a plate for later use.

Gurgle gurgle.

Bu Fang poured oil into the pot, and the hot oil in the pot immediately boiled.

Pour the cut chicken pieces into the oil pan.

Bu Fang's spiritual power suddenly burst out...

Next, it is the important cooking process that concerns life and death...

The mind suddenly boiled.

In Bu Fang's spiritual sea, the spiritual power seemed to be spinning rapidly.

In Bu Fang's eyes, the speed of everything slowed down.

The boiling oil in the frying pan seemed to solidify and slowly spurt out.

The spiritual power poured in like a thread, and you can clearly see the heat of the oil drilling into the muscles, and you can clearly see the chicken solidifying.

In the spiritual sea.

The spirits seemed to hold their breath.

"No mistakes can be made."

"The cooking of the recipes in the God of Cooking must be perfect. If it is not perfect, it cannot be selected into the God of Cooking recipes."

"As long as there is a slight mistake, it means failure and will be wiped out!"

...

The spirits were full of emotion.

As spirits, they have seen too much.

They did not expect this moment to come so early.

However, this is also a test for their hosts.

If the host can pass this test...

Then they can get their real recognition!

They will wholeheartedly assist Bu Fang on his journey to becoming a true chef god.

As a spirit, it is also a very cautious thing to be sincere.

…

Swish.

The oil splashed, and the golden oil dripped from the meat and dripped into the bowl.

After shaking it and draining all the oil, Bu Fang began to prepare for other cooking processes.

Every step of cooking the dishes has been memorized by him.

The dishes in this so-called chef god recipe are about using the most common ingredients to cook the best delicacies...

This is a very strict test for the chef.

Only by perfectly grasping every opportunity can a dish be cooked to perfection.

Outside the restaurant.

The terrifying battle continues.

After breaking through, Yinglong Prison Master and Hades Erha fight against the Black Palace Black Demon together.

The noise of the battle shocked all directions.

Above the sky, under the starry sky.

In the boundless starry sky battlefield.

Several figures collided at high speed, and every collision released a terrifying energy aura, bombarding the surroundings.

Causing some of the floating debris warships in the void to collapse more and more!

The fight between the Great Sages was extremely terrifying.

In the restaurant.

Xiaoyou sat on the chair with a pale face, and the waves of pain in her body made her frown.

The little fox was in her arms, sticking out his tongue and licking Xiaoyou's cheek, bringing her waves of warmth.

The furry tail stroked Xiaoyou's face, as if to relieve Xiaoyou's pain.

In the kitchen.

Bu Fang was concentrating on cooking, his eyes were wide open and full of bloodshot.

He didn't dare to make the slightest mistake, so he had to concentrate.

If you look carefully, you can find that Bu Fang's hand holding the kitchen knife is shaking slightly.

Although he emphasized that he should cook with a normal mind, when it comes to reality... Bu Fang still finds it difficult to calm the trembling in his heart.

Sizzle.

In the pot, the first cup of three cups chicken, sesame oil, was poured.

When the sesame oil boiled, chopped scallions and ginger slices were added.

When the stir-frying began, Bu Fang's mental power burst out again, and everything seemed to become very slow in his vision...

After the aroma was stir-fried, Bu Fang put the drained and dehydrated chicken pieces into the pot.

Flip the pan and stir-fry.

There are strict requirements for the angle of flipping the pan, the strength of flipping the pan, and the speed of flipping. Any mistake... will lead to the failure of the dish.

Sweat flowed down his forehead.

The bloodshot in his eyes seemed to completely cover his eyes.

This feeling...

Rang Bu Fang was exhausted all over.

After stir-frying for almost five minutes, flipping the pan dozens of times.

The color of the chicken pieces changed.

At this time, Bu Fang poured in the second cup of three cups chicken, rice wine.

This wine is ordinary rice wine, which is turbid yellow, but the smell of the wine is completely unforgettable for Ran Bu Fang.

Hualala...

The rice wine went into the pot, and the whole pot seemed to explode.

The pot began to boil, and the sound of hissing continued.

Simmered the pot for a while.

Bu Fang took a deep breath.

Raised his hand and grabbed the last cup of seasoning on the stove.

However, when his fingers touched the cup, Bu Fang's body suddenly stiffened, and he couldn't even move...

In his eyes, bloodshot suddenly expanded, puffed...

In his eyes.

Bu Fang slowly closed his red eyes, and blood-colored tears flowed out from the corners of his eyes and flowed down his cheeks.

With a click, it dripped onto the kitchen floor.

The fairy fire in the stove also shook violently at this moment, flickering, as if it would go out at any time.

"It's over!!"

"Oh no, I'm going to fail... The little host's current cultivation is really too reluctant, and the mental power that has just entered the level of divine consciousness is really not enough!"

"Failure means annihilation... The road to becoming a chef is really difficult, and the little host has not been able to persist after all."

In the spiritual sea, the spirits of the tools changed their colors.

Sensing Bu Fang's state, they all sighed.

Even if they were as narcissistic as the dragon, as lively as the Vermillion Bird, as dull as the Black Tortoise, or as arrogant as the White Tiger... they all sighed.

Perhaps... this is the last emotion they can leave to this generation of hosts.

Huangquan Inn.

Xiaoyou, who was sitting in the restaurant, seemed to have some feelings in her heart. She was stunned and turned her head to look at the restaurant.

The little fox in her arms also raised her head.

In the starry sky battlefield.

The huge black dog that covered the sky and the sun, with eyes that seemed to be extinguished by the starry sky, glanced sideways in the direction of the Hell Huangquan Inn, and there seemed to be thousands of emotions flowing in his eyes.

Pastoral world.

The sky turned bloody.

Niu Hansan stood in front of the wooden house in a daze, with a complicated expression.

In the kitchen.

Bu Fang's body shook violently.

The sweat on his forehead and the blood in the corners of his eyes seemed to merge together.

Then, he suddenly opened his eyes.

A pair of blood eyes suddenly materialized.