Chapter 1819: Extraordinary in the Ordinary

The cabin in the forest seems to be very shabby, but in fact, since this is the final test place prepared by the God of Cooking for Bu Fang, many things here are extraordinary.

Bu Fang held the kitchen knife in his hand, as if he could feel the extremely terrifying fluctuations contained in the kitchen knife.

It is much more powerful than the dragon bone kitchen knife in its complete state.

The kitchen knife, the pot, the stove... everything is of very high quality, just like the top artifacts in the universe.

The God of Cooking is also very concerned about this last test. He hopes that Bu Fang can cook a top-notch delicacy.

Because only in this way can he be truly qualified to inherit his inheritance from the God of Cooking.

Therefore, the ingredients and kitchen utensils prepared by the God of Cooking for Bu Fang are all the best in the world.

Bu Fang held the kitchen knife and gradually became expressionless.

His eyes were a little deep, as if he was thinking about something.

After a long time, Bu Fang shook his head and put the kitchen knife down again.

He did not use the kitchen utensils prepared by the God of Cooking for him.

He looked at the ingredients piled up in the distance. These ingredients exuded a round aura and were all top ingredients in the universe.

Ingredients that were not inferior to those of the Great Soul Master.

Using the top ingredients and kitchen utensils to cook the top delicacies...

Bu Fang raised his lips.

He took a step back.

He sat cross-legged on the ground without cooking.

Instead, he fell into deep thought.

The God of Cooking's dishes were a mixture of the ruthless and compassionate ways, with the ruthless way occupying a little more.

Perhaps, it was because of this that the God of Cooking began to pursue a successor.

The God of Cooking took the wrong path, and he might have been annihilated in the universe. That's why he was looking for a host for hundreds of generations.

Bu Fang pondered for a long time.

He looked at everything in front of him calmly.

Then...

Those gorgeous kitchen utensils and ingredients began to change.

The original flashy and surging top ingredients became extremely ordinary.

The original surging top ingredients also became very mediocre.

Just like the ordinary kitchen utensils used by rural villagers.

From the world's top kitchen utensils and ingredients, to the most ordinary mortal ingredients and kitchen utensils in the world.

Perhaps even the God of Cooking doesn't understand what Bu Fang wants to do at this moment.

Bu Fang stood up and held the ordinary kitchen knife.

He started cooking slowly.

Cooking with these simple ingredients.

A juicy cabbage was washed by Bu Fang with clean water. He peeled the cabbage slowly, as if pouring all his emotions into it.

Cracked the egg into the bowl, beat the egg slowly with chopsticks, and watched the egg white and egg yolk mix together in the stirring...

The red pork was pressed on the chopping board. Bu Fang did not use exquisite knife skills, but pressed the pork with his hands stained with water droplets, and cut the pork one by one.

Slowly cut into pieces.

Everything was very unhurried. Bu Fang was not as impatient as he was in the past. It was this ordinary knife skills that could bring out the taste of the ingredients to the extreme.

This is a knife skill that is filled with emotion.

With one cut, all that spread out was the care for the ingredients.

Bang!

The white flour poured out, the flying dust was floating, and Bu Fang's hands became white.

Bu Fang's hands were clear, slender and white.

He piled the flour into a small bag.

He poked a small hole in the middle of the flour.

He poured the white water into the hole, and the flour suddenly collapsed, began to float up and down, and the water surged, breaking the flour...

It was like water bursting a dam, flowing continuously, but halfway through the flow, it was completely absorbed by the flour and rolled into a powder ball.

Bu Fang's hand fell.

Those water balls were immediately crushed, and the flour was kneaded together.

He kneaded the dough rhythmically without rushing or slowing.

He did not use any Tai Chi kneading method.

He did not use the power of law or the power of heaven...

Bu Fang kneaded the dough without rushing or slowing.

He was gentle, just like rubbing his own child to bathe him.

In the sky, there seemed to be a pair of invisible eyes, watching Bu Fang.

Perhaps they were amazed at Bu Fang's cooking method.

He didn't use top-grade ingredients and powerful kitchen utensils...

He used the most ordinary means to cook...

Did Bu Fang think that cooking with ordinary methods could be comparable to the food cooked with the top-grade ingredients and kitchen utensils?

Bu Fang was unmoved.

His eyes were filled with emotions.

The flour was gradually kneaded into a ball, and his arm pressed down slightly, and the porcelain basin made a slight sound.

What is the real god-like dish?

Bu Fang once thought... that using top-grade ingredients and top-grade kitchen utensils could cook the most delicious food.

But that time, he was wrong.

Perhaps, that time, it was because of his lack of strength.

With the help of Xiao Pi, he only cooked a pseudo-god-like dish.

The word "pseudo" means that the gap is like a light year in the universe, which cannot be made up at all.

Bu Fang spent five hundred years thinking and pursuing the gap of that step, but he could not surpass it even a little bit.

Bu Fang was very clear about the despair in his heart.

And when he ate the God of Cooking’s dish.

That dish was made with the finest ingredients and top-grade kitchen utensils.

It was a God of Cooking dish that was made with the right time, right place, and right people.

It was not fake.

But... it did not make Bu Fang feel surprised.

It even made him feel a little disappointed.

Could it be that the true chef's dishes can only reach this level?

Bu Fang began to question and reflect.

He felt that maybe his method was wrong.

Put aside the glitz, use the most ordinary ingredients, and use the simplest kitchen utensils to cook.

Roll the dough into small balls.

Use a rolling pin to carefully roll the small balls into pieces of dough.

On the other side.

In an ordinary pottery basin, Bu Fang mixed various ingredients together and stirred them.

The ingredients blended with each other.

It was a chemical reaction that seemed like a miracle, which was amazing.

Bu Fang was intoxicated by it.

Simplicity is the truth.

This may be the chef's dish that Bu Fang pursued.

Quietly scooped out a spoonful of stuffing and stuffed the stuffing into the dough.

Bu Fang carefully wrapped the dough, and the layers of folds were wrapped very carefully.

While Bu Fang was wrapping dumplings, his eyes were somewhat wandering.

In his chaotic eyes, bits and pieces of five hundred years of time appeared in front of him.

Five hundred years, for Bu Fang, he has spent most of his life in it.

Even on Earth, in Qianlong Continent, in the Immortal Kitchen World, in the Chaos Universe... the days spent are not as long as five hundred years.

And these five hundred years, for Bu Fang, are a kind of mental precipitation.

Sometimes he misses his old friends, and sometimes he misses the positive mood and mentality when he just stepped into cooking.

At that time, he was small and fearless.

But it was this fearlessness that made him feel a little smile.

There were more and more dumplings on the basket on the stove, and soon it was full.

Bu Fang stopped.

There were no more dumpling skins, and the dumpling fillings were all wrapped.

However, he felt that only a moment had passed.

Bu Fang raised his hand and rubbed his nose.

A little pink suddenly appeared on his nose.

After the dumplings were packed, white gauze was spread underneath, and the dumplings were put in one by one.

Bu Fang covered a layer of steamer.

Behind the stove was a pile of freshly chopped firewood.

Just like when Bu Fang chopped the firewood in the deep mountains.

Put the firewood into the stove.

Light the fire.

Boom!

The flames shot up into the sky. It was a simple fire.

There was nothing flashy and it did not spread any energy.

The fire started to burn and blew into the stove. Black smoke spread and made Bu Fang cough a few times.

The fire started.

There were two pots on the stove, both of which were ordinary pots.

One pot was for steaming dumplings and the other was for cooking other delicacies.

Sizzle...

The oil was poured into the pot and began to splash.

Bu Fang poured the processed ingredients into it.

Hiss, hiss, hiss!

White gas rose up, which was the water vapor fried by the oil.

Holding an ordinary pot and spoon, he began to stir-fry.

The ingredients began to turn golden and the fragrance flowed out like gurgling water.

Flipping the pot and stir-frying, the ingredients flew in the pot.

Then, he scooped out the steaming dishes.

The rich aroma was refreshing.

Bu Fang took a deep breath.

He felt his heart was about to melt. He had been cooking for so many years, and this was the first time that a dish made him so intoxicated.

Splash.

He put the noodles into the pot.

The noodles began to soften and tumbled in the boiling water.

The noodles were very thin.

This kind of noodles was the dragon beard noodles that Bu Fang had cooked before.

Dragon beard noodles are also called longevity noodles. Bu Fang felt that he wanted to cook them inexplicably at this moment.

In a blue and white porcelain bowl, Bu Fang poured the sauce into it, and vinegar, soy sauce, chopped green onions, and other seasonings were poured into it.

Wait until the dragon beard noodles boiled.

Scoop out the tumbling dragon beard noodles in the pot and put them into the bowl.

Bu Fang's eyes were a little complicated.

He seemed to remember the dragon beard noodles that his parents cooked for him on his birthday when he was a child.

There was no birthday cake, only a portion of dragon beard noodles.

A simple bowl of noodles, but it contains his parents' care for him and their wishes for him to grow up healthily.

Exhaled.

Bu Fang's hands were shaking slightly as he scooped the noodles.

Gurgle.

The dumplings in the steamer were cooked.

Bu Fang took the steamer out of the pot.

Placed it on the stove.

White steam continued to come out of the steamer.

Bu Fang opened the lid of the steamer, and the steam came out like a dragon.

White and tender dumplings, emitting hot air, were placed in it.

Bu Fang picked up the dumplings one by one, as if they were a bunch of blooming flowers.

In the center of the flower, there was the sauce he had prepared...

In this way, his dishes were cooked.

A serving of steamed dumplings, a bowl of longevity noodles, a fried egg, and a stir-fried meat.

Four dishes, simple.

Bu Fang took out the blue and white porcelain bowl and scooped a bowl of fragrant white rice with crystal grains.

So far...

His dishes were completely cooked.

There are no fancy ingredients, no earth-shattering kitchen utensils.

This is a simple and ordinary dish, but it is just a reflection of Bu Fang's five hundred years of insights and emotions.

The ordinary reveals the extraordinary.

This is the decision Bu Fang made in the final assessment of the God of Cooking.

The cabin in the woods.

Bu Fang brought out the dishes and placed them on the table.

The dishes cooked by the God of Cooking were also placed on the table, shining and dazzling.

When Bu Fang put the dishes on the table, the dishes that were shining brightly by the God of Cooking suddenly became dim...

"My cooking is finished, please taste it."

Bu Fang put the rice on the table, put the spoon and chopsticks on the table, and said lightly.

The voice lingered in the small house, so confident, so loud.

The final test.

A dish of side dishes, a plate of steamed dumplings, a bowl of dragon beard noodles, and a fried egg.

A bowl of white rice, that's all.