Chapter 1591: Don’t Give in and Cook?

It's raining.

The rain still contains spiritual energy.

Although Bu Fang's consciousness was suppressed, he still existed, and he could really sense the aura in the rain.

Does the earth also have aura?

Did it exist from beginning to end, or did the aura appear because of his return?

Bu Fang had some doubts in his heart. He had not practiced before, so naturally he didn't know whether there was spiritual energy in the rain.

The spiritual energy rain didn't last long and stopped quickly.

The ground was filled with water. When Bu Fang stepped on it, the water splashed and the cold rain got into the gaps between his toes, making him feel a chill.

Spiritual energy is only contained in the rain. After the falling rain evaporates, the spiritual energy originally contained in the rain also rises.

filled the air.

In fact, there is no spiritual energy in the air. It is because of the rain that there is spiritual energy in it.

The weird thing is the rain...

Suddenly, Bu Fang was stunned.

Lost in thought.

It seems that the weapon spirit is really sleeping on the earth, otherwise there would be no spiritual energy rain on the earth.

Not finding Xiaoyou, Bu Fang was a little helpless.

His consciousness was suppressed, and the suppression force was very strong. Of course, Bu Fang could also forcefully attack and activate the suppression, but he didn't know what the consequences would be if he forced his way away.

Will he alert others?

It will still cause drastic changes on the earth, causing the destruction of the earth or something...

Back to the old house.

The air was still filled with the smell of moldy ingredients. Bu Fang frowned and collected all these ingredients and threw them away as garbage.

He didn't like this kind of food at all.

There was a knock on the door.

Bu Fang opened the door.

Standing outside the door was Liu Mu, who was looking at Bu Fang with horror on his face, as if he had seen a ghost.

Now, he didn't dare to offend Bu Fang at all.

He casually crushed the phone and patted it so hard that his fingers were almost broken off...

This guy has a problem.

"The chef calls you over!"

Liu Mu said.

After saying that, he ran away as if running away. He hadn't thought about how to face Bu Fang, so he didn't want to see Bu Fang now.

Chef?

After patting the little skin on his back, Bu Fang stepped out of the room.

Went downstairs and came to the restaurant opposite.

Yuefu is the name of this restaurant. The decoration is magnificent and gorgeous.

But business is quite bleak.

This has nothing to do with the skill of the chef. The food in this restaurant actually tastes very good.

Bu Fang worked as a chef apprentice here and had a taste of the chef's skills.

However, the restaurant just wasn't popular, and Bu Fang didn't understand it at all back then.

Liu Mu cowered aside in fear. Bu Fang stepped into the restaurant and glanced at him. The latter shrank and did not dare to look at Bu Fang.

Bu Fang curled his lips and walked towards the kitchen with his hands behind his back.

It doesn’t take much for the chef to know that he should be in the kitchen.

Tsk tsk tsk...

As soon as he entered the kitchen, there was the sound of pots being thrown, the sound of pots colliding with stoves, and the fire was raging.

Bu Fang raised his head and looked over.

There, a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties held a spoon in one hand and the edge of the iron pot with a rag in the other hand, flipping the pot skillfully.

Of course, in Bu Fang's eyes, this middle-aged man's shifting skills were full of mistakes.

On the edge of the stove, there are a lot of seasonings, sugar, salt, MSG, soy sauce, minced garlic, chili...

All of this is really familiar yet unfamiliar to Bu Fang.

It seemed that Bu Fang had not done this kind of simple cooking for a long time.

Tsk tsk...

The turmoil is over.

When a spoonful of water goes down, it makes a hissing sound.

Cover the pot and let it simmer.

At this time, the chef had time to look at Bu Fang.

"Here he comes..."

The chef looked at Bu Fang and smiled gently.

Bu Fang nodded expressionlessly, and his expression became much gentler.

The chef, who had given him all his advice, was very optimistic about Bu Fang, so Bu Fang treated the chef very highly.

It's a lot gentler.

"Bu Fang, you have been slacking off a bit these days... Chef is a profession that cannot be slacked off. Once you slack off, your sensitivity to food will weaken and it will be difficult to cook satisfying dishes."

The chef said, he wiped his hands with a rag, leaned on the stove and looked at Bu Fang.

Bu Fang nodded, he naturally knew what the other party meant by slacking off.

But it’s not his fault. Who told him to time travel?

"Our business in Yue Mansion is not very good, and we may not be able to continue... Oh, it's a pity. I had the ambition to come to Yue Mansion to start a career, but ended up like this..."

"Okay, let's not talk anymore. Go and cut all the ingredients...and prepare for dinner later."

The chef sighed.

Turn around, uncover the pan, and continue cooking.

Bu Fang was startled, but did not refuse.

Went to another stove.

I grabbed a few potatoes placed on the stove and tossed them. They were very familiar ingredients...

Cutting potatoes is a very annoying task because you have to peel them first and then shred them...

But Bu Fang didn't care.

He suddenly had the urge to cook a dish.

I wonder if he still has that kind of controlling cooking skills after returning.

Grab a kitchen knife from the knife block.

With a shake of his hand, the kitchen knife made a cut in his hand, and the light of the knife flashed.

Rinse potatoes through water and clean.

Then he tossed it gently.

The potato floated in the air, and when it was about to fall, Bu Fang's eyes suddenly became sharp.

In his eyes, the potatoes fell very slowly.

Buzz…

The kitchen knife suddenly cut out, as if gouging out a circle, and the light of the knife flew everywhere.

thereafter.

Hold the kitchen knife horizontally with the blade facing up.

The potato immediately fell down and landed on the knife surface, still spinning.

On the other side, there is a whole potato peel of the same width.

Liu Mu happened to come in and saw this scene, with his mouth wide open and his face dumbfounded...

This kind of operation would blind his eyes!

Can you still peel potatoes like this? !

"you you you you……"

Liu Mu stretched out his fingers and was speechless.

Bu Fang glanced at him and curled his lips.

Da da da da da da da…

There was a fast-paced collision, the collision between the kitchen knife and the chopping board, which was very pleasant.

The entire oval-shaped potato was cut into thin shreds, and each potato shred was the same thickness...

The sound made the chef turn around involuntarily, just in time to see Bu Fang's knife skills.

That moment was a bit amazing.

Of course, it means surprise. If you had seen the scene where Bu Fang threw up the potatoes and peeled them, you might have been as frightened as Liu Mu.

After cutting the potatoes, Bu Fang stopped.

The next dish is fried shredded potatoes.

"Go on."

The chef suddenly said.

I don't know why, but when Bu Fang used his sword skills just now, there was a charm that convinced him.

Has this kid suddenly become enlightened?

"Okay." Bu Fang nodded expressionlessly.

Light the fire, heat the pot, and the sound of gas spitting is heard.

Bu Fang's movements were simple and elegant.

The main thing is that this dish is so simple that there is no difficulty at all.

The kitchen knife was swung across the chopping board, and the shredded potatoes were poured into the pot one after another, and suddenly they were filled with white steam.

Holding the spoon in hand, Bu Fang began to stir the pot.

That set of movements was so coordinated that they seemed to be connected together.

The fire light spurted thinly, and Bu Fang's face showed neither joy nor sadness.

Without even looking, Bu Fang grabbed the spoon and scooped out the seasonings placed on the stove.

Bu Fang doesn't need to look at how much of each spoon should be scooped out and how much is appropriate.

Sprinkle into the pot and stir the pot.

Liu Mu swallowed his saliva.

"This kid...is acting randomly, trying to be cool? He doesn't even look at the amount of seasoning...just sprinkles it into the pot!"

Liu Mu didn't believe that Bu Fang's cooking skills had become so good all of a sudden.

It was obvious that I was on equal footing with him before.

We agreed to fight like dogs together, so why did you quietly get through it?

"Shut up! Watch carefully..."

The chef scolded Liu Mu excitedly.

He turned his head and stared intently at Bu Fang's cooking movements. There was no mistake at all, it was so perfect that he couldn't believe it.

The indifference in those eyes was the confidence in his cooking skills. Bu Fang believed that the amount of seasoning in each spoonful and the control of the heat...

This is the confidence that only world-class top chefs have!

Textbook cooking!

Tsk tsk tsk.

The pot tipped.

The shredded potatoes in the pot fell into the pot and spoon one after another.

With a splash, pour it into the bowl.

The soup poured down.

There seemed to be a flash of light.

Liu Mu almost thought he was blind!

The vegetables can still shine! It was really glowing just now!

"Hot and sour potato shreds, done."

Bu Fang put down the kitchen utensils, frowned, and wiped the water stains on his hands.

Without the God of Cooking suit, it still feels quite awkward.

"this……"

The chef's lips were trembling as he looked at Bu Fang in disbelief.

The dishes take shape as if there is light flowing through them.

Although it is just a simple dish of hot and sour potato shreds, the fragrance fills the air and has just the right amount of sour and spicy flavor.

This dish is ordinary yet extraordinary.

The chef swallowed and grabbed the spoon.

Use a spoon to scoop out a spoonful of light golden hot and sour potato shreds.

If you look closely, you can see that the thickness of each spicy and sour potato shred is the same, which is perfect knife work.

Moreover...the taste and heat control of each potato shred are also exactly the same...

Ugh.

A spoonful of shredded potatoes in your mouth.

The chef's eyes suddenly focused...

"Oh~~~"

The chef narrowed his eyes, his face turned red, and his clothes were swaying.

He felt like he was riding a horse, galloping on the grassland.

Riding a horse galloping, carefree and unrestrained.

The wind is blowing, the horses are braying, and the potatoes are rolling under the feet...

The sour and spicy taste, the soft and tender potatoes... combined with each other, it is like a delicacy in the world, which makes people addicted!

The chef grabbed the spoon, clamped his feet together, and his body was shaking, as if he was trembling.

He had never tasted such delicious food.

Is this really delicious food that humans can cook?

Isn't this the work of God? !

The chef's eyes were red and he seemed to be crying...

Liu Mu was stunned. Looking at the chef's reaction, he felt as if the chef was possessed by a ghost...

Damn...it's just spicy and sour potato shreds, are you so moved? !

Liu Mu was screaming in his heart.

The fragrance filling the air made him a little disbelieving.

He didn't believe that Bu Fang, who once had the same cooking skills as him, could make such a dish!

He grabbed a porcelain spoon and scooped a spoonful of potato shreds.

He stuffed it into his mouth and started chewing without caring about the heat.

Chewing, chewing...

Liu Mu stopped moving...

His body froze, and his eyes were slightly absent-minded.

He felt as if his soul had drifted away.

This dish reminded him of the dishes his elderly grandmother made for him when he was a child...

The taste and feeling made his nose sour.

He couldn't help but cry.

How could there be such delicious sour and spicy potato shreds in the world!

Boom!

Bu Fang looked at the reactions of the chef and Liu Mu, and his mouth twitched slightly.

Suddenly, a roar sounded.

Bu Fang's brows frowned immediately.

Looking out the window, there, thunderclouds gathered, and terrible roars condensed in them.

In the thunderclouds, the majestic spiritual energy was churning, as if an invisible force had locked him.

Bu Fang's eyes condensed.

"Thunderbolt? There will be thunderbolt when cooking on Earth?!"

Bu Fang stared at the sky, as if he wanted to see through the thundercloud.

However, soon, the thundercloud dissipated.

It seemed that it condensed and appeared just to give Bu Fang a warning.

Bu Fang narrowed his eyes. Was he planning to... stop him from cooking?