Chapter 1820: I Am a Step Forward, I Don’t Need a Retreat

A simple table of dishes.

Ordinary and common, but extraordinary in its ordinaryness.

It was able to suppress the God of Cooking dishes on the table, and even said that it did not look dull at all!

That was the God of Cooking dishes, made with the best ingredients and the most precious kitchen utensils in the world.

It was completely different from ordinary dishes...

Bu Fang raised his hand and made a gesture of invitation.

Then.

In the void, a little white light began to gather rapidly, and soon, a figure gathered.

The figure landed on the table and sat on the chair.

The figure was very blurry, exactly the same as the figure Bu Fang saw in the dark before.

It was the God of Cooking.

The God of Cooking did not speak. He appeared this time only to be responsible for the assessment, so he did not speak.

Bu Fang also pulled out a chair, sat down, and looked at it lightly.

For this assessment of life and death, he did not care at all, and was not even nervous at all.

There was only calmness and composure in his heart, this feeling was very wonderful.

This is the last test.

But he is calmer than the first test.

Or maybe this is a change in mentality.

The God of Cooking picked up the chopsticks.

His face was not clearly visible on his head covered with mist.

The chopsticks fell and picked up a steamed dumpling.

The steamed dumpling exuded heat, and the dumpling skin was crystal clear. Under the light, the dumpling filling inside was reflected.

A very ordinary dumpling.

From the outside, there was nothing special.

The God of Cooking opened his mouth and

took a bite of the dumpling.

After taking a bite, the heat slid out like silk and spread into the air.

The dumpling filling tasted delicious, the juicy cabbage was full of moisture, and the meat filling was also chewy.

But...

These are not the most important.

After taking a bite of the dumpling, the God of Cooking was stunned.

After a long time.

Only then did he sigh leisurely.

The dumpling was stained with sauce, and it was more fragrant when it was eaten.

A plate of dumplings, nine dumplings, the God of Cooking ate them all one by one.

Such ordinary dishes, he couldn't control his hands and stuffed them into his mouth completely.

This feeling...

How many years has he not felt it?

After eating the dumplings.

The God of Cooking's eyes fell on the dragon beard noodles.

On the surface of the dragon beard noodles, there was a cute fried egg.

When the fried egg was uncovered, the hot fragrance immediately surged out.

The soup of the dragon beard noodles was extremely clear.

Slurp.

The God of Cooking took a sip of the soup.

What seeped into his mouth was a strange taste.

There was no amazing taste, and the ingredients were just simple and ordinary ingredients.

But when combined... a taste that was difficult for him to describe was born.

This taste seemed to melt his heart.

Bu Fang sat on the chair and watched quietly.

Without interrupting the God of Cooking's tasting of the food.

After taking a deep sip of the soup, the God of Cooking exhaled.

In this breath, there was so much fatigue, so much nostalgia...

Bu Fang's eyes were slightly moved.

The God of Cooking is also a man with a story.

A mouthful of dragon beard noodles, the soft and moist texture, made the God of Cooking nod his head.

He buried his head, eating noodles and eggs, very quietly, with only the slurping sound of eating.

Suddenly.

Bu Fang was stunned.

Because he saw a little golden crystal teardrop dripping from the foggy head of the God of Cooking.

With a click, it fell into the soup of the dragon beard noodles, causing ripples in the soup.

Bu Fang pursed his lips and said nothing.

Perhaps, the God of Cooking has felt it...

The God of Cooking raised his hand, supported his forehead, and sighed while eating noodles.

That posture was helpless and sad.

Although he was the God of Cooking, a supreme existence, Bu Fang felt that the latter was like a mortal, a simple person.

The dragon beard noodles were also eaten.

There was no soup left, only a chopped green onion stuck in the bowl.

The God of Cooking gently put down the bowl.

He picked up the white rice.

He took a mouthful of rice. The round rice grains had a fresh rice fragrance. When he put it in his mouth and chewed it, it even exuded sweetness.

He picked up a piece of stir-fried pork, which was stir-fried with evenly cut pork.

As the meat entered his mouth, the hands of the God of Cooking holding the chopsticks seemed to tremble.

Each dish contained emotions, which were the crystallization of Bu Fang's 500 years of mortal life.

Various emotions were integrated into it.

Such dishes may be more attractive than simply cooking delicacies with top-quality ingredients.

The rice was finished, and the stir-fried pork was also eaten.

All four simple dishes were eaten cleanly.

However, the God of Cooking's dish on the table was left with only a dim light.

It was no longer so dazzling.

The God of Cooking leaned back in his chair. Bu Fang did not speak and looked at him quietly.

Bu Fang did not know the result of this last test.

The God of Cooking did not know what he was thinking.

The God of Cooking gave Bu Fang the feeling that he was a human being with flesh and blood.

The latter looked at the sky, and Bu Fang could feel a blurred gaze coming from it, looking at the sky.

That look, there is a story.

After a long time.

The God of Cooking raised his hand and swept it.

The God of Cooking's dishes on the table disappeared.

"It's really a perfect table of dishes."

Chef God said.

His voice seemed to become very hoarse at this moment.

"Sentimental dishes are indeed very attractive, but this road is difficult to walk..."

The God of Cooking's eyes finally fell on Bu Fang.

Bu Fang nodded.

"If heaven is sentient, it will also grow old. If you pursue the path of being sentient, you will age with time... I have seen through the five hundred years."

"It's like a rule that can't be broken."

The God of Cooking stood up and put his hands behind his back: "I just want to ask you one last time...are you really planning to take this path?"

Bu Fang also stood up, hands clasped behind his back, and the two stood in front of the door of the cabin in the forest, looking at the endless wilderness.

"I can't be ruthless. There is no way out."

There was silence for a long time.

The God of Cooking laughed.

"Congratulations, you passed the final assessment... Your dishes are very charming, and the emotions in them are moving."

"In the past, I didn't understand this feeling. I thought that ruthlessness can be eternal, but I couldn't be truly ruthless. I was all over the world and eventually disappeared in the starry sky..."

"I hope you won't follow in my footsteps. Maybe you don't need my inheritance anymore... But I have to tell you that the road to sentience is not that easy, so I will give you a way out."

Chef God said.

Buzz…

Everything starts to change in the cabin in the woods.

The environment is collapsing.

Afterwards...

Everything around him became as dark as ink.

It turned into a darkness that made it impossible to see even one's fingers.

Bu Fang stared blankly.

He knew that everything just now was not real, but it felt like reality...

He is worthy of being the God of Cooking, a being with supreme achievements.

Buzz…

A little light flickered.

The white light is dazzling, like a star blooming in the dark night sky.

The next moment, the white light became brighter and brighter, and a holy lotus appeared in front of Bu Fang.

"This is the Love-forgetting Lotus. If you want to take a step back, you can eat it. It can make you forget all emotions."

The God of Cooking's voice became distant.

Afterwards...

A golden book slowly emerged.

Bu Fang recognized it, it was the God of Cooking recipe.

But unlike the previous incomplete God of Cooking recipes, this God of Cooking recipes... are complete.

It exuded the aura of the supreme avenue, and the shocked Bu Fang's heart beat unsatisfactorily.

Is this the inheritance of God of Cooking?

God of Cooking recipes...

"This is the final inheritance, the inheritance of the God of Cooking recipe... However, the recipe is ruthless. If you really inherit it... you must erase all emotions and forget about love, otherwise you will be possessed by the power of the God of Cooking recipe. , tearing apart the soul.”

The voice of the God of Cooking is extremely distant.

Bu Fang's eyes narrowed.

As expected, God of Cooking follows the path of ruthlessness. Although there is a hint of emotion in ruthlessness, he is still fundamentally ruthless.

Therefore, if you want to inherit the inheritance of the God of Cooking, you also need to choose ruthlessness.

Bu Fang hesitated.

He has been pursuing the road to becoming a chef for so long, and now he is almost at the end, just shy of the finishing step.

The end of the ruthless path is the God of Cooking recipe.

Just choose to accept it and you will become a new generation of cooking gods.

On the other side, he walked out of the path of sentient being, but the path of sentient being was full of fog and contained too many unknowns.

One side is the path of the predecessors, and the other side is our own path.

Which one to choose?

This is really a difficult choice.

How to choose?

Bu Fang was hesitant and thoughtful.

A love-forgetting lotus blooms quietly in the darkness.

Incredibly beautiful.

Just by looking at it, it feels like your mind will be completely sucked away.

Mu Hongzi once said that Wangqinglian could help him prevent a disaster.

Is this what you're talking about?

If you choose the path of the God of Cooking, you will not be destroyed, which can be regarded as preventing disaster.

But...if you choose the path of sentience, you will most likely die of old age on the path.

Even at the end of his life, he will not be able to pursue the true path of the sentient chef.

White Lotus of Forgetfulness, so white that people can forget all their worries.

Holy as the purest thing in heaven and earth.

Eating the Love-forgetting Lotus can cut off the seven emotions and break the six desires... saving countless hardships.

How to choose?

Bu Fang did not make a decision immediately and sat cross-legged.

The God of Cooking gradually turned into white light and dispersed.

Disappeared between heaven and earth.

Bu Fang looked at the Forgettable Lotus and Chef God recipes in front of him...

Sitting dryly.

After a long time.

Bu Fang raised his head.

His eyes gradually became determined.

Finally, raise your hand.

A ball of divine fire emerged.

The flames floated, covering the Forgettable Lotus and the God of Cooking recipe...

The scorching flames burned the Forgettable Lotus and the God of Cooking recipes into nothingness...

"I am Bu Fang, there is no need to retreat."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The sound of the God of Cooking’s laughter echoed between heaven and earth.

There was a little loneliness in the laughter.

After hundreds of lives as a host, he finally got a host who pursues the path of sentient beings.

Maybe all of this... is the real fate.

"I hope you... won't regret your choice today!"

Chef God said.

"Since you have chosen the path of love, let me help you. I hope you can truly reach the highest peak!"

The God of Cooking laughed.

White light spots emerged slowly and spread toward Bu Fang.

Like a hazy mist, it enveloped Bu Fang's body...

Bu Fang stood there quietly.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

"The highest?"

"Perhaps, there is no highest in the culinary arts, only higher..."

Boom!

More and more white spots of light...

Finally!

Bu Fang's eyes were filled with countless white lights.

...

He opened his eyes hazily, and his eyelashes trembled.

White snowflakes fell from the sky...

Landing on his face, the cold feeling... melted into his skin.

He... is alive?