Chapter 1818 What Bullshit!

"God?"

Bu Fang was startled...

The one who could be called God in front of him should be the legendary God of Cooking.

The creator of the system, the one who let Bu Fang embark on the path of God of Cooking.

The one who was high above, as if controlling everything.

God of Cooking Set, God of Cooking Recipes, God of Cooking System...

From the beginning, everything about Bu Fang was related to this God of Cooking.

And at the beginning, Bu Fang was also working hard for the purpose of becoming God of Cooking.

But...

I don't know when, Bu Fang started to walk his own way.

The so-called God of Cooking in his heart is no longer the God of Cooking who has always been hanging above his head, but the road he wants to walk now.

Even if that road is full of thorns and bumps.

"Yes...God who comes to help you take the last step."

The vague figure seemed to be laughing.

Bu Fang felt uncomfortable laughing.

Bu Fang didn't know why he appeared here, where is this place?

Reincarnation space?

But it shouldn't be, Bu Fang had already jumped out of the shackles of heaven and earth and was no longer in reincarnation.

The latter's white robe was fluttering, although his face could not be seen.

However, Bu Fang was very calm and composed. Perhaps the 500 years of mortal experience made it difficult for his mentality to have climax ups and downs.

"You don't seem very surprised?"

The blurred figure said.

There was some doubt in his words.

"Why should I be surprised... I know you will come sooner or later."

Bu Fang said lightly.

He and the blurred person were floating, facing each other.

Bu Fang's black hair was floating, as if sinking to the bottom of the water where the ground could not be seen at a glance.

"The host of 500 lives... Only you can get here, aren't you proud?"

The blurred figure said.

"You will soon touch the realm of the true god of cooking with my help... to become the supreme existence."

The blurred figure smiled.

His voice was very soft.

There was a feeling of being bathed in spring breeze.

Bu Fang did not speak, but just looked at the figure lightly.

"In fact, there were several hosts who could have taken this step before, but they refused..." The blurred figure said with some regret.

He raised his hand, as if to stroke Bu Fang's face.

However, when his hand touched Bu Fang's face, it turned into a white spot of light and disintegrated.

The blurred figure didn't care.

"Now... are you ready?"

Bu Fang shook his head.

He looked at the figure indifferently.

"Actually, if possible... I don't want to go this far."

Bu Fang shook his head.

Hmm?

The blurred figure was slightly stunned.

"Why?"

"Why?"

Bu Fang's mouth twitched slightly, as if revealing a hint of sarcasm.

He raised his hand and pointed to the dark space around him...

"Why do you say?"

The blurred person laughed dumbly.

"Don't worry, accept everything I give you, you can return, and you can stand at the highest point between heaven and earth, overlooking all life."

"You will... rule the world."

The blurred person raised his arms and said domineeringly.

"I'm just a cook, what's the point of ruling the world..."

Bu Fang shook his head and said indifferently.

Blurred figure: "..."

If you continue like this, there will be no more chatting today.

Bu Fang was very calm.

He put his hands behind his back and looked around.

"Where is Xiaobai? Can he come back?"

Bu Fang asked.

"Xiaobai? Are you talking about the kitchen puppet? It's just a dead thing... He has protected you to the current level, which means he has completed his mission. He has completed his merits and can disappear with peace of mind."

"Everything in the world, every person, every thing, has its reason and meaning for existence." The blurry figure said.

There was a hint of indifference in the words of the blurry figure.

This indifference made Bu Fang stunned in the void.

Bu Fang stared at the blurry figure.

"What are you talking about?!"

Bu Fang said.

"Xiaobai is my friend... Why did he disappear?"

Bu Fang's tone was full of violent emotional fluctuations.

"Your emotions are too strong... You shouldn't be like this. You will soon be the supreme being. You will look down on everything in the world. You have to look at them with the mentality of all living beings."

"You should be calm and you should not have any emotions. You don't need to worry about anything."

The blurred figure said.

"Okay, stop saying those useless words... Are you ready to accept the real inheritance? As long as you accept the inheritance, you will be the most supreme being in the world." The blurred figure coaxed.

Bu Fang frowned and stared at the blurred figure.

"The God of Cooking?"

Is this guy... really the God of Cooking?

"I don't accept it."

Bu Fang shook his head and rejected the temptation of the guy in front of him.

Or, Bu Fang now is indifferent to this temptation.

Unless he accepts it with his heart, he will not be shaken at all.

"Don't accept it? Why don't you accept it? You started from a humble beginning, and all you pursue is to become the God of Cooking... And now, this opportunity is in front of you, why don't you cherish it?" The blurred figure said lightly.

The latter's words seemed to become increasingly cold.

"This is not the path I chose."

Bu Fang said.

"You are now only one step away from what you long for. What are you hesitating about? What are you wavering about? Kitchen Puppet? Or those insignificant others?"

The blurred figure said, his white robe flying more and more violently...

"You should choose me! I am the one who supports you all the way to this moment! I am your future!"

The blurred figure almost screamed.

That voice made Bu Fang's eyes shrink slightly.

After a long time.

The dark space suddenly became quiet.

Bu Fang looked at the blurred figure.

"Have you finished?"

The blurred figure was startled.

"What bullshit are you talking about."

Bu Fang shook his head, seeming a little disappointed...

"You are not the God of Cooking...If you are the God of Cooking, how could you say such a thing?"

Bu Fang said lightly.

The blurred figure was suspended in the darkness.

The white light spots kept floating.

"How could I not be the Soul God? Everything about you...I am familiar and clear, everything about you...I see it."

The blurred figure said.

He raised his hand.

In his palm, drops of divine power suddenly appeared.

Bu Fang was very familiar with the golden divine power drops.

"See this... This divine power drop is what I once gave you."

The fuzzy figure said, his tone seemed a little hurried.

Bu Fang's eyes became more and more playful.

The wind was blowing.

The hurried fuzzy figure soon regained his composure.

"I said... I refuse."

Bu Fang said expressionlessly, his words were decisive.

Finally...

The fuzzy figure flew up.

The whole black space was filled with laughter.

The laughter was very loud, and soon... the black space began to shake.

Rumble...

It seemed that there was a sound of collapse.

The black began to disappear, and white light appeared in front of Bu Fang.

The white light became brighter and brighter, and finally, it completely blinded his eyes...

"Congratulations... You resisted the temptation. There is no shortcut in the world, even if you are only one step away from the peak."

"From the moment you set foot on the road to becoming a chef god... you are destined to be extraordinary."

"This is my last test for you..."

"Good luck."

The blurred figure disappeared.

Only the roar between heaven and earth remained.

The next moment...

Bu Fang gradually became familiar with this light.

The light was very soft.

In front of him, a small house in the forest appeared, and the wind blew gently, very soft and comfortable.

Bu Fang put his hands behind his back and looked around.

He walked slowly towards there.

He pushed open the door of the small house.

In the house, a rich fragrance floated in.

On the table, there was a dish that had skimmed off the glitz, emitting countless golden lights.

The bright light was dazzling and eye-catching.

Bu Fang sat in front of the table.

Looking at the dish.

He took a deep breath.

The fragrance penetrated into his mouth and nose, and Bu Fang felt as if his whole body had been baptized.

It was a simple dish, but the simplicity revealed something extraordinary.

The brilliance flowing on the dish made Bu Fang take a deep breath.

With Bu Fang's eyesight, he could tell at a glance that the quality of these ingredients was absolutely extraordinary.

Each ingredient was the essence of heaven and earth, and was the top ingredient...

A dish cooked with such ingredients, without the glitz, the restrained essence was extremely terrifying.

The last test of the God of Cooking?

Bu Fang took a deep breath.

He sat at the dining table.

He turned his head and looked around the room.

There was only a dining table and a stove in the room, simple and simple.

Bu Fang seemed to have thought of something.

The corner of his mouth twitched.

He retracted his gaze and his eyes fell on the dish in front of him.

He raised his hand and grabbed the chopsticks.

He put down the chopsticks and picked up the food in the dish.

Glancing at the glitz and glittering dishes, Bu Fang took a sniff, and his soul seemed to be sublimated.

Put the dish slowly into your mouth.

Chew it.

Hmm?

Bu Fang's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Good... delicious..."

Bu Fang's eyes moved, feeling a little incredible, is there really such a delicious food in the world?

Bu Fang felt as if he was galloping in the universe at this moment.

Shuttle between countless planets, feeling the baptism of the purest breath of heaven and earth.

At this moment, a kind of heroic spirit that overlooks all the mountains was born.

God of Cooking Dish!

Bu Fang can be sure that this dish must be cooked by the God of Cooking.

Because with this dish, Bu Fang felt that his breath began to soar rapidly, from the original mortal realm, it rose rapidly, and the breath roared.

Soon, it broke through the level of the Great Saint.

In this thought, it seemed that everything was thrown behind him.

Bu Fang closed his eyes.

He exhaled a long breath.

Raised his hand and felt the rolling magic power in his body.

Shaked his head.

"The God of Cooking's dish... I'm eating it for the first time, it's really... incredible."

This is not a fake God of Cooking dish, but a real God of Cooking dish.

It's even more powerful than the mountain and river map that Bu Fang used to suppress the Soul God!

Bu Fang's eyes were filled with complexity.

"Such a dish... I didn't feel any emotional fluctuations, God of Cooking... Is this the path you chose?"

Bu Fang shook his head and sighed with some regret.

Um?

wrong……

Bu Fang's regretful expression suddenly froze and he slowly opened his eyes.

He picked up another dish with chopsticks and stuffed it into his mouth.

The room became very quiet.

There was only the sound of the wind rustling outside the cabin in the forest...

Bu Fang closed his eyes tightly. This time, it had a completely different taste...

He closed his eyes.

A beautiful shadow seemed to appear in my heart.

The voice and smile emerge...

Although I don’t know him, I can feel the happiness in that smile...

This dish... is more than heartless!

besides……

There is love!

Bu Fang opened his eyes, and a tear fell from the corner of his eye.

It's just that... this way of being is bitter.

There is a hint of affection in the ruthlessness.

Is this the way of the God of Cooking?

Bu Fang put down his chopsticks.

He seemed to hear a whisper...

It was as if there was someone close to his ear, whispering something to him.

Telling a story in a low voice.

That story made Bu Fang's eyes look increasingly sad...

After a long time.

Bu Fang sighed.

There is a trace of sentimentality in the ruthless way.

This is what God of Cooking wants to express, and what he wants to express... is obvious.

This way... doesn't work.

Because the God of Cooking... went to death on this road.

The final test of MasterChef is obvious.

Give in to cooking a dish…

And this dish…

This dish must be surpassed by MasterChef.

Otherwise... Bu Fang will fail in the test.

And the price of failure...

Just obliterate.

Whether it's the system or the God of Cooking, the tone is set from the beginning.

Bu Fang did not flinch, nor was he afraid.

He stood up.

Holding hands behind his back, he walked step by step towards the kitchen of the cabin in the forest.

Wow...

After pulling out the kitchen knife, Bu Fang raised the corner of his mouth slightly.