Chapter 1592 Customers Who Bring Their Own Food

While Bu Fang was paying attention to the thunderclouds.

The plate of fragrant spicy and sour potato shreds was already empty.

The chef and Liu Mu took a spoonful each... They ate with great pleasure, and were immersed in the deliciousness of the spicy and sour potato shreds while eating.

They had never thought that an ordinary dish could be so delicious, and that this dish that they had eaten countless times could actually move their hearts so much.

Did they eat fake spicy and sour potato shreds before?

When the last potato shred was pinched by Liu Mu's fingers and thrown into his mouth, the plate of potato shreds was completely finished.

"Delicious... so delicious!"

Liu Mu smacked his lips, and looked at Bu Fang with surprise in his eyes.

Is this really Bu Fang, whose cooking skills are the same as his own?

Could it be that this kid was hiding in a small rental house for several days just to improve his cooking skills?

But, this improvement is too fast, isn't it?

Cooking is a slow and meticulous process. Which world-class chef has not spent decades immersing himself in a craft?

But how old is Bu Fang?

The chef wiped his mouth with a cloth towel, his eyes were a little complicated.

He was still teaching Bu Fang before, asking Bu Fang not to slack off in cooking training.

As a result... the cooking level shown by Bu Fang made him, the chef, feel a little ashamed.

Is this really Bu Fang?

Although he has always been optimistic about Bu Fang, because he thinks Bu Fang has a stronger love for cooking than Liu Mu.

But he didn't expect that this love would be transformed into cooking so quickly.

"Have you got it? Or have you got some secrets?"

The chef smiled and joked.

The look he gave Bu Fang now was no longer the look of a junior.

Just this dish of hot and sour potato shreds, Bu Fang was enough to become a master.

"From today on, you can already be on your own..."

Bu Fang nodded.

He didn't care about it.

His cooking skills have long exceeded the chef's imagination. Whether it is his understanding of cooking skills or his concentration, they are far beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

What Bu Fang cares about now is who is restricting him.

He just made a dish of shredded potatoes, but he actually attracted the warning of thunder tribulation.

Could it be...

Bu Fang narrowed his eyes slightly.

After saying goodbye to the chef, he left the kitchen.

He came to the roof of the dilapidated old building.

Standing on the roof, the wind was blowing gently. He looked up and looked at the boundless sky. The sky was clear and blue. The thunderclouds just appeared quickly and dissipated quickly.

Below, there were busy streets, high-rise buildings rose from the ground around, and the modern atmosphere was overwhelming.

Bu Fang was a little dazed.

But soon, he calmed down.

His eyes narrowed.

Bu Fang's legs were slightly bent.

Then, there seemed to be a terrible burst of power in his legs.

Bang!

With his legs stretched straight, Bu Fang's figure suddenly rose into the sky like a rocket!

Even with a sonic boom, he rushed into the sky.

The wind was blowing Bu Fang's hair, but Bu Fang didn't care.

He wanted to see what was restricting him like this...

Heavenly Dao?

Or some mysterious person?

Bu Fang's movement was not small, at least the old houses seemed to be shaking violently, making the people in the houses think it was an earthquake. Many people ran out, and many people even cursed.

After a while, Bu Fang rushed into the clouds.

The air flow was constantly gushing.

A heavy pressure fell on Bu Fang's shoulders.

Bu Fang almost couldn't help but break free from the restraints, but Bu Fang could feel that once he broke free from the restraints of divine power, the earth might be destroyed in an instant.

This strange feeling made Bu Fang hesitate for a while, but he chose to give up.

Bang!

After breaking out of the atmosphere, Bu Fang's clothes were already tattered.

With inertia, standing in the starry sky, Bu Fang scanned the surroundings.

His eyes were like a dragon, looking directly at the universe.

The stars in the distance, the vast universe, seemed to be looking for that mysterious power...

Unfortunately, everything was very peaceful.

He frowned.

Bu Fang did not find anything strange.

The pressure on his body made him fall back to the earth.

The sound of whirring resounded, like a falling meteorite.

The speed was extremely fast.

The satellites suspended around the earth captured this scene, which immediately caused panic among many people.

What is that?

Meteorite?

But why is the meteorite in human shape?

...

Bang.

Bu Fang fell to the ground, and there seemed to be heat on his body that had not dissipated.

Bu Fang's control of power was very balanced. He fell from a height of 10,000 meters without causing the ground to explode.

No matter what secrets the earth has.

Bu Fang felt that his main task at the moment was to find the spirits of the tools and let them return to the God of Cooking suit. Perhaps only in this way could he embark on the perfect God of Cooking path.

Hualala...

The sky once again began to rain spiritual energy.

The cold rain hit Bu Fang's body, making him even more sober.

This spiritual energy rain was definitely strange, but Bu Fang was not sure where this strangeness was.

He returned to the rental house and changed his clothes.

Bu Fang came to the restaurant.

This was a restaurant, but the business in the restaurant was as bleak as ever.

This was not consistent with the chef's cooking skills.

The chef sat on a chair, brewing tea and reading a book.

Liu Mu was playing with his phone.

They had long been accustomed to this kind of life without customers.

At this rate, this restaurant will soon... go bankrupt.

"Are you back?"

The chef saw Bu Fang and smiled.

"Now that you're back, let's eat. I wanted you to cook."

Liu Mu also put away his phone. He was already starving.

However, just as they were preparing to eat.

There were footsteps outside the door.

Bu Fang picked up the dishes without changing his expression.

Liu Mu excitedly ran over to entertain the chef at his signal.

"What do you want to eat? Any of the eight major cuisines... The chefs in our restaurant can cook any cuisine."

Liu Mu said with a smile, his face full of youth.

The customer sat on the chair by himself. The customer was wet all over. When the spiritual rain was steaming, there was still spiritual energy escaping.

That feeling is quite strange...

Liu Mu stopped laughing. Thinking of the recent rumors about strange people and ghosts, his face turned dark.

"Can you cook any dish?"

The customer lowered his head and smiled softly, his laughter was a little cold.

Suddenly, the customer moved. He stretched out his hand, unzipped his zipper, and took out a carp that was still jumping and spitting bubbles from his arms.

"Make this fish into a dish..."

"We don't accept self-brought ingredients here." Liu Mu said with a grim look.

"I told you to do it, so you did it...so much nonsense! If you can't do it well...you will all be buried with this fish."

The customer lowered his head and said, while his clothes were dripping with wet raindrops on the ground, and the rain splashed, causing a chill.

"I...I..." Liu Mu's mind was blank. What did this person say?

If you can't cook well...you still have to be buried? Or buried with the fish?

This person must be joking!

"Go!"

The man shouted loudly.

It was as if it shocked the soul.

Liu Mu's body trembled, and there was a snap.

The fat carp flew into his arms immediately. The slippery and cold feeling made Liu Mu pale.

He couldn't leave, and he couldn't stay.

"Let me cook... this fish." The chef put down his bowl and chopsticks, frowned and stood up.

It's rare to have a customer, and he even brought his own ingredients...

Alas... this restaurant really can't continue to operate.

The chef walked to Liu Mu and stretched out his hand to grab the fish.

"Oh, this fish is quite fat... What to make? Fish head tofu soup?" The chef smiled, pinched the carp, and a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He really had never seen such a fat fish. It had been out of water for so long, but it could still jump like this.

"It's up to you... If you do it well, you will be rewarded. If you don't do it well... you will be buried with it." The man still lowered his head.

Bu Fang picked up a piece of meat and put it in his mouth, glancing at the customer.

It seemed that he felt something.

The customer also slowly raised his head, his wet hair was twisted together, and water drops were falling.

It was a pale, bloodless face, and a pair of eyes seemed to emit a faint green.

Hmm?

Bu Fang was stunned.

He glanced at the man, and then looked at the fat fish in the chef's hand.

The chef had already carried the fish into the kitchen at this moment. The chef was very confident in his cooking skills.

Seeing the fat fish, he even felt a little itchy.

Seeing the chef enter the kitchen, Liu Mu was a little scared and shrank to Bu Fang's side.

He found that staying next to Bu Fang now, he felt inexplicably safe...

He took out his mobile phone, logged on to the Internet, and began to search for information.

While he was searching, Bu Fang stood up, turned around and stepped into the kitchen.

That fish just now... was a little weird.

"Strange incident in Jiangdong City, Heping Road, Luming Restaurant, the restaurant chefs, including the head chef and the chef apprentices, all died tragically!"

"Tianxin Street, Baiyu Restaurant, the restaurant owner ran away, the chef died strangely and tragically..."

"Strange incidents happen frequently, the chef suffers? Many fish scales were unexpectedly found in the restaurant where the chef died tragically..."

...

Liu Mu's face turned pale, his eyes stared at the information on his mobile phone, and his heart was beating fast.

Of course he knew Luming Restaurant, a very popular restaurant on Heping Road, and the Baiyu Restaurant was the same... Although the business was not good, it was not bad.

But the chefs of this restaurant died tragically.

And... many fish scales were found in the restaurant?

Fish scales?

Liu Mu's lips were shaking, he suddenly felt his hands inexplicably slippery and disgusting, and rubbed them on his body.

He raised his head to find Bu Fang, he wanted to tell Bu Fang the news, now only Bu Fang, who did not change his face, was the harbor of his soul.

But when he raised his head, he found that Bu Fang was not there.

The restaurant was extremely quiet, with only his breathing and the sound of raindrops falling on the clothes of the customer behind him.

Damn...

Why did you leave me alone here to be sad? !

Liu Mu felt a blockage in his heart and wanted to cry.

He grabbed his phone and prepared to stand up and rush to the kitchen at the speed of a 100-meter sprint.

But before he could get up.

Click...

A pale hand patted his shoulder.

Liu Mu: "I..."

"Be quiet... You're noisy."

A hoarse voice sounded, and Liu Mu's whole body trembled like a sieve. He turned his head suddenly and looked to the side.

There...

A pale face, a pair of eyes exuding oily green.

The twisted hair was soaked with water.

At this moment, the oily green eyeballs stared at Liu Mu sideways, and the distance was... only an inch.

...

In the kitchen.

The chef grabbed the fish and put it in the basket.

He was naturally good at cooking fish.

Of course, he originally planned to make fish head tofu soup, but after thinking about it, the meat of the fish body would be wasted if he made fish head tofu soup. He was afraid that customers would think he disrespected the fish meat, so he changed another dish.

Prepare to boil live fish.

He was much better at this.

Instead of processing the fish first, he prepared other ingredients.

Take out the ingredients from the large refrigerator, arrange the cucumbers, bean sprouts, black fungus and other ingredients, cut and process them, and put them on the plate for use.

On the other side, prepare the pot base for boiling live fish.

The most important thing about boiled fish is the taste of the bottom of the pot.

When Bu Fang walked into the kitchen, the chef had already started to prepare the fish.

He grabbed the sharp knife in his hand and took the fat fish out of the basket to scrape the scales.

Bu Fang stood at the door of the kitchen and watched calmly.

The chef's movements were orderly.

The scales flew off and splashed on the ground, and there seemed to be a slight sound.

Scale, debone, slice the fish, put it into the oil pan and fry it...

The chef's series of operations were orderly.

Gurgle.

A spoonful of oil was poured into the stainless steel basin, and the chopped cucumbers and black fungus were faintly visible in it. A few chopped green onions were sprinkled in, and the boiled fish was done.

The chef turned around with the basin in his hand and saw Bu Fang, and was slightly startled.

"Bu Fang, why are you here?"

"I'll take the fish out to the guests, you can take care of the kitchen."

The chef said with a smile.

Then, he passed Bu Fang and walked out of the kitchen.

Bu Fang turned his head and looked at the boiled fish in the stainless steel basin, his eyebrows slightly raised.

Then, Bu Fang walked to the stove.

The ground was scattered with fish scales.

On the stove, fish bones were scattered.

Bu Fang exhaled.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed the basket. Suddenly, he grabbed a fat fish from the basket.

It was the fat carp that the strange customer took out.

At this moment, the fat carp was grinning at Bu Fang.