Chapter 283 Simple Conditions, Simple Ingredients

As soon as the middle-aged man's words fell, it immediately caused a lot of laughter from the surrounding soldiers. The laughter, one after another, lingered in the entire barracks, with a bit of banter.

Many people looked at Bu Fang with some sympathy, because they all came here like this, and they all thought that after entering the Huotou army, they only had to cook. It turns out that cooking in there also requires qualifications.

This middle-aged man is the captain of their Huotou army, Wei Dafu, who is very skilled in cooking and tastes delicious. He is very tricky in his evaluation of dishes. Many people who often complain are suspicious of life. When they first entered the camp, they were It was ruined by this middle-aged man.

Wei Dafu looked at Bu Fang jokingly, the Huotou Army hadn't had a newcomer for a long time, and they didn't expect that a newcomer would come here now. This made their boring life finally find some fun.

Bu Fang raised his eyes and glanced at Wei Dafu in surprise. It was obvious that Bu Fang saw Wei Dafu's malicious intentions, but he didn't pay much attention to it. Isn't it just cooking, simple.

"Show both hands?" Bu Fang said lightly.

"Yes, I am the captain of the Huotou Army, and I have the responsibility to be responsible for the dishes provided by the Huotou Army. You must know that in the army, our dishes are very important. If the dishes taste good, the soldiers will be motivated and motivated after eating them. There will be a battle of energy and physical strength, the taste of the dishes is bad... I can't even eat the rice, and even have diarrhea, tell me how to fight?"

Wei Dafu waved the iron spoon in his hand, and gave a plausible long speech. To put it simply, he wanted to test Xiao Bufang's cooking skills.

"Okay, give me a place to cook, and provide your ingredients." Bu Fang was too lazy to listen to Wei Dafu's endless talk, so he waved his hand directly, interrupting the other party's words.

A look of displeasure flashed across Wei Dafu's face, this newcomer is a bit crazy, he dared to interrupt him.

However, he didn't make an attack, but his face darkened a bit, and he waved his hand casually.

Behind him was a boy whose childishness had not faded away, carrying a large iron pot and placing it in front of Bu Fang.

A wooden black kitchen knife, several pottery bowls, a bucket of clear water, and a sack of unknown ingredients.

"No, the ingredients and kitchen utensils are here, let's take a good look at your newcomer's cooking skills?" Wei Dafu crossed his arms and sneered.

The people around were also watching with great interest, and the childish young man looked at Bu Fang curiously. In fact, he didn't like Bu Fang in his heart, because even if it was the first time for a normal cook to come to the barracks,

There is no way to cook well.

Because the marching environment and the kitchen are too different, if you want to cook well, you must have a process of adaptation.

Just like the childish teenagers are not optimistic about Bu Fang, other people around him are also not optimistic about Bu Fang, because they know that even if Bu Fang cooks dishes, they will also be criticized by Wei Dafu as worthless. Being bombarded to chop wood again, they have seen this kind of thing a lot, and they have long been familiar with it.

Most of them wanted to see Bu Fang's jokes, and wanted to see how this little boy Bu Fang would feel ashamed and embarrassed under Wei Dafu's poisonous tongue.

Bu Fang didn't care about other people's attitude. He was a person who didn't care about other people's eyes.

He walked to the kitchen utensils and frowned. These kitchen utensils were indeed a bit crude, even simpler than the environment in the snake tribe.

But this is also understandable, after all, he is a marching cook who is always on the move, so he can only set up a temporary cooking point.

Bu Fang's brows loosened, and the corners of his mouth curled up. He squatted down and opened the sack to see what the ingredients Wei Dafu had provided him.

As soon as the sack was opened, an astringent smell of earth and a sweet smell rushed over. The sack contained a large bag of mushrooms, and some bundles of ordinary vegetables and some potatoes were mixed with the mushrooms.

Very simple ingredients, this is the first time Bu Fang encountered such a simple ingredient after coming to this different world.

"Do you usually use these dishes for cooking?" Bu Fang couldn't help raising his head, and looked at Wei Dafu in surprise. These are all ordinary ingredients. They all contain genuine energy.

This ordinary food can't feed them at all, and it doesn't even have the ability to replenish the true energy in their bodies.

"What do you care about so much? Do you think you are qualified to have access to spiritual ingredients? You use these ordinary ingredients to make dishes that satisfy me first." Wei Dafu said with a twitch of his mouth and a glance at Bu Fang.

"These are the spare ingredients of our fire-headed army. Usually during the battle, when the reserve of aura ingredients is not enough, we will use these ordinary ingredients to satisfy our hunger." The childish boy said.

Wei Dafu glared at the young man immediately, causing the young man to shrink back and stick out his tongue.

Bu Fang nodded, got it, what Wei Dafu meant was to use these common ingredients to test him, to be precise, to make things difficult for him.

Because the delicacy that can be made with ordinary ingredients is the real skill.

Bu Fang stood up, moved his feet, and kicked the scattered wooden sticks on the ground. The wooden sticks immediately floated up one by one. In the ground, it is stable.

Putting the iron pot up, it quickly formed a simple small stove.

Although this hand was slightly jerky, it made the eyes of the people around him shine. This little boy still has some skills.

The childish boy became even more excited.

After setting up the pot, the next step is to start processing the ingredients in the sacks, take out all the ingredients, and put them away in categories.

Pick up the prepared black kitchen knife with a wooden handle, the feel of this kitchen knife is much worse than that of a keel kitchen knife.

Habitually playing a cool trick with a knife, Bu Fang picked up a potato and tossed it casually. Afterwards, the kitchen knife spun and sliced ​​through it. It was so fancy that the surrounding people were amazed and peeled off all the potato skins. .

The fallen potato was slapped by Bu Fang with a kitchen knife and fell into the pot.

He laid a layer of washed wooden shelves under the pot, the clean water was under the wooden shelves, and the potatoes were rolled on top of the wooden shelves.

Turn on the fire and heat the pan. Covering a wooden pot lid, one of Bu Fang's palms covered the wooden lid.

"What is this kid doing? Steaming potatoes? Hmph... a small skill." Bu Fang's movements were fancy, Wei Dafu just squinted his eyes and shook his head, feeling a little disdainful in his heart.

But Bu Fang's posture of steaming potatoes is a bit strange, why does he cover the pot with one hand?

Bu Fang's free hand was holding a kitchen knife, ready to start processing the washed mushrooms.

Handle food with one hand?

People around all exclaimed in amazement, Bu Fang's move has some skills.

Bu Fang was very indifferent, holding a kitchen knife, his wrist was very nimble, he picked it up casually, and a mushroom flew up, and then he was cut into several pieces quickly while it was still floating in the air.

Everyone just felt dazzled for a while, and found that the mushroom had been cut into pieces and placed neatly and orderly in the clay pot.

Wei Dafu bared his teeth slightly, this little boy's knife skill is really...very good! But... so what if you don't have knife skills? Delicious dishes are king!

Gululu!

The fragrance of the steamed potatoes came out, but Bu Fang didn't take off the pot. After he chopped the bundle of ordinary vegetables, the lid of the pot in his hand vibrated violently, so he did.

Hazy water vapor rises from the pot and rolls away, accompanied by the fragrance of potatoes mixed with the water vapor.

The potatoes in the pot are all steamed golden, and the color is very beautiful. The people around, especially the childish boy, exclaimed. This is the most beautiful steamed potato they have ever seen. It feels like A gold that exudes golden brilliance.

Wei Dafu smacked his lips and muttered: "No matter how good the steamed potatoes are, they are still potatoes... Nothing new!"

As if he heard Wei Dafu's heartfelt voice, Bu Fang raised his head and glanced at Wei Dafu, the corner of his mouth twitched, and then his palm was covered with true energy, and he actually took out those potatoes one by one.

Put it into the clay basin, and then Bu Fang made a movement that surprised everyone around him.

With one punch, he threw it into the clay pot filled with golden potatoes. (To be continued.)