Chapter 310: Dragon Bone Knife in the Left Hand and Xuanwu Pot in the Right

Text Chapter 310: Dragon Bone Knife in the Left Hand and Basalt Pot in the Right

Bu Fang's body, which was lazily lying on the chair, suddenly trembled, and his squinted eyes opened instantly, and became extremely bright.

His body seemed to jump up from the chair, he sat up straight, his eyes widened.

Is it possible to exchange the MasterChef set?

He almost forgot about this important matter... When he returned to the small shop, the comfortable environment made him forget about the system's rewards.

His first God of Cooking set was a golden keel kitchen knife, which was an epoch-making piece of kitchen utensils for Bu Fang. Over the past year, this golden keel kitchen knife has brought him great help, and even more so. His culinary skills have improved a lot.

For this kitchen knife, Bu Fang really likes it.

However, before he knew it, he had already collected three fragments of the God of Cooking suit, which could be exchanged for the second God of Cooking suit. What exactly is it? The curiosity in Bu Fang's heart was suddenly raised.

"The God of Cooking set exchange is in progress... 10% of the progress of true energy cultivation has begun to be distributed."

The serious and serious voice of the system resounded throughout, lingering in Bu Fang's ears constantly, making his breathing slightly disordered.

10% progress in true qi cultivation... This thing is also very important to Bu Fang, but Bu Fang knows in his heart that even with this 10% progress in true qi, it is still not so easy to upgrade , he probably still needs to get a 10% qi progress reward once.

But this kind of thing can't be rushed, it's better than nothing, right?

Bu Fang was actually very optimistic.

What he really cares about is the God of Cooking suit...

However, the system did not reveal the information about the God of Cooking set for a long time, so Bu Fang was scratching his head while waiting.

He was so depressed, he felt that the system's absurdity was done on purpose, and it was definitely tantalizing.

In the alley, there was a sound of orderly footsteps, and then Fatty Jin and his army of fatties appeared in front of Bu Fang.

"Hehe, Boss Bu? Haven't seen you for a while? It seems that I am lucky, Lao Jin. I was able to taste Boss Bu's dishes just after returning to the imperial capital."

When Fatty Jin saw Bu Fang bathed in the sun, his eyes, which were squeezed by fat and only a slit left, burst out with the kind of brilliance that he was not stingy with seeing beautiful women.

Bu Fang was waiting for the appearance of the God of Cooking suit, and had been looking forward to the system's sound again, but the system has not made a sound, which made him feel a little irritated.

This kind of irritability is very undesirable for the chef. If the chef wants to cook delicious dishes, he must not be impatient. He must calm down and use a calm and peaceful mind.

When Bu Fang saw Fatty Jin's familiar smiling face, he suddenly realized that he was a bit confused.

"Hmm... I cook all the dishes in Fangfang's shop today, welcome."

Bu Fang stood up from the chair, although the expression on his face was still so calm, but it was more gentle.

Fatty Jin and the Fatty Army behind him were taken aback for a moment, looked at each other and cheered.

In the Fangfang shop, if you want to taste the dishes cooked by Boss Bu himself, it must be a few special dishes. On weekdays, egg fried rice, drunk pork ribs, etc. are all apprenticed by the two chefs of Fangfang shop. cooking.

Although the taste is very good, compared to the imperial capital, even most cooks in the Qingfeng Empire are much better at their craftsmanship.

But everyone is well aware...compared with Boss Bu's dishes, there is a kind of...indescribable flavor and spirituality missing.

This charm and spirituality lead to the gap between the dishes.

Looking at Bu Fang's slender figure who turned around and walked back to the kitchen of the small shop, Fatty Jin took a long breath, and then took the lead and ran towards the small shop.

The others also came back to their senses, shouted at each other, and no one would let the other start to squeeze.

...

This day, Bu Fang stayed in the kitchen cooking, and his hands never stopped. The sound of chopping vegetables resounded endlessly in the kitchen.

Ouyang Xiaoyi came to the small shop, and when she took the first dish, she found that the person standing on the window was Boss Bu. Ouyang Xiaoyi was stunned for a few seconds by that expressionless face, and then she screamed Voice.

Immediately afterwards, he took Bu Fang's mark... Rolling his eyes.

After the fat man and others left the small shop, the business of the small shop suddenly became more and more popular, and the diners in the imperial capital crowded towards the Fangfang small shop in an endless stream.

Most of the dignitaries in the imperial capital almost came over and over again.

Even Xiao Yue, the newly promoted patron saint of the imperial capital, rushed to the imperial capital with his hands behind his back.

Funny... Nowadays, it is so difficult to eat a meal cooked by Boss Bu himself, and the meaning... is even more extraordinary.

Bursts of strong fragrance wafted out of Fangfang's small shop, like a meandering little snake, entangled in the air continuously for a long time.

Floating out of the small shop, out of the alley, out of the ten-mile long street...

Xiao Xiaolong and Yufu looked at the small shop that was several times busier than usual, and both gasped. Only then did they realize how big the gap between them and Boss Bu was.

The happy smiles on the faces of every diner who finished their dishes made them feel a burst of excitement.

Because this is beyond what they can do, they really still have a long way to go.

When the business hours ended, the kitchen finally stopped cooking.

However, Bu Fang still cooked a few dishes, brought them out of the kitchen, and placed them on the table in the small shop. He called Xiao Xiaolong, Yu Fu and Ouyang Xiaoyi, intending to reward them.

This is a first-grade fortune pot, but compared with the first-grade good fortune pot in the army, it is much worse, because the ingredients in the pot are not all seventh-level spirit beast meat.

But it's the same with the spirit beast meat in his system space bag instead. Although the grade of the meat is a little lower, it's just as delicious.

Hot and sour soup and mapo tofu were also cooked by him, especially mapo tofu, cooked with the tools in the small shop, the taste is so delicious that it will break through the sky.

The eyes of Ouyang Xiaoyi and the three of them were staring wide open, almost piercing the sky.

Three new dishes!

Boss Bu, is this a bloodbath? Usually half a month can't hold back a new dish...

"Try it, it tastes very good."

The corner of Bu Fang's mouth curled up, and he said to the three of them.

Bu Fang raised his head and looked at the cookbook hanging in the small shop. There were a few more dishes in it, and it was this good fortune pot and other dishes.

The prices are all expensive.

The price of the first-grade Good Fortune Pot even reached two hundred and five yuan crystals.

However, the first-grade fortune pot here is naturally impossible to be the kind that Bu Fang cooked in Xixuan Army last time, and the grade of spirit beast meat will not be that high.

The last time was really rare, who knew that there would be so many ingredients running out of the hundred thousand rivers like crazy...

In the end, Bu Fang was very pleased... The kitchen knife was pointing at ingredients, and now thinking about it, he felt a little excited.

I haven't seen Ouyang Xiaoyi for half a month, and this little girl has grown a lot taller, becoming more and more slim.

However, as before, there is still no ladylike image when eating the dishes.

"Huh...ha...boss smelly...your mapo tofu is delicious! So spicy and so refreshing!"

Ouyang Xiaoyi was gasping, her lips were red and swollen from the heat, but her eyes couldn't be separated from the shining mapo tofu.

The little tongue kept sticking out.

Xiao Xiaolong's eating habits are similar, while Yufu's is better, more gentle.

Bu Fang pinched his fingers, and the corner of his mouth curled up, joining the army of foodies of the three of them.

After a while, the three dishes were swept away.

After eating, Ouyang Xiaoyi's pretty face was flushed red, she glared at Bu Fang, before she even had time to say anything, she ran out of the shop and ran towards her house.

These dishes contain a strong aura, especially the Yipin Good Fortune Pot, which is known as good fortune. Its aura is mild, and it is an excellent dish to help breakthroughs.

Ouyang Xiaoyi's cultivation base has stayed in the fourth-rank battle spirit realm for a long time, and she absorbs spiritual energy from the five-pattern enlightenment tree every day to realize the truth of cultivation. Today, with the stimulation of the first-rank fortune pot, it will directly overflow and break through. up.

Xiao Xiaolong and Yu Fu did not show signs of breaking through, but it was of great benefit to their cultivation, so they bid farewell to Bu Fang.

After putting away the bowls and chopsticks, Bu Fang closed the door.

The moment the door panels were closed, the voice of the system finally sounded in his mind.

After a busy day, he just wanted to calm down his restless heart. Sure enough, only when he was cooking could Bu Fang be able to calm down.

"The God of Cooking suit 'Qian Kun Good Fortune Pot' has been distributed, please check with the host..."

The system sound sounded, but Bu Fang was rarely in a hurry.

He first practiced the Meteor Knife Technique in the kitchen again, which had reached the extreme and could not be broken through, before returning to the room and closing the door.

After washing his slender hands and wiping them clean, Bu Fang solemnly settled his mind into the system.

Then, there was a humming.

Suddenly dense dots of light appeared in the room, and a white teleportation formation appeared in front of Bu Fang again.

The strong wind howled up, blowing his hair to flutter continuously, the bundled velvet rope was even broken by the strong wind, and the hair scattered.

Bu Fang stared intently at the teleportation formation, and amidst the roar of the formation, a huge light and shadow slowly floated out of it.

This is a figure as black as ink like a golden keel kitchen knife.

It looked like a very ordinary cauldron, but on the edge of the pot was densely painted with mysterious patterns and totems. Bu Fang looked at it for a long time, and finally found that the pattern faintly seemed to be like a huge mountain carrying a heavy weight. Xuanwu.

The simple and heavy feeling from the pavement made Bu Fang feel his heart tremble a little, and his eyes suddenly widened.

This... a strange pot!

boom……

The spot of light disappeared, the formation dissipated, and then the cauldron carved with Xuanwu patterns crashed onto the floor of his room.

The whole shop seemed to shake violently at this moment.

The big black dog lying at the door also stared wide-eyed, and took a strange look at Bu Fang's room.

"This pot... actually makes people feel heart palpitations." Bu Fang murmured, stretched out his slender fingers, and stroked the edge of the cauldron, and the icy cold feeling immediately followed him from the edge of the cauldron fingers passed into his nerve endings.

A strange fluctuation came from it, and Bu Fang seemed to feel it.

He felt a searing pain from his right hand, and a cauldron-shaped pattern appeared on his wrist.

Bu Fang was amazed.

With a thought, the heavy and simple cauldron became very light, and he lifted it with one hand.

With a wave of his hand, he was as familiar as summoning a golden keel kitchen knife, and the pot also turned into black smoke and disappeared.

The keel knife in the left hand, the basalt pot in the right...

The God of Cooking set...it really is tall. (To be continued..)