Chapter 602 What Is Boss Bu Good At?

The silky thick soup is elongated, crystal clear, exudes a hot aroma, and the sweet and sour taste is so tangy that people can't help but slurp their mouths.

Pluto licked his lips, squinted his eyes, put the piece of fish in his mouth, and squinted his eyes happily.

The sweet and sour taste erupted instantly, making Pluto's eyes widen.

If the famous pan-fried cod gives people a feeling of surfing in the sea, then Bufang's West Lake sweet and sour fish gives people the comfort of taking a boat in a small lake.

The two dishes present two completely different styles.

That sip of sweet and sour soup was delicious, and just one sip made Pluto feel that his appetite was completely opened.

That feeling is indescribable and very unique.

The confident smile on Wen Renchou's face froze slightly... Judging from Pluto's expression, he seemed to have a bad premonition.

Because he found that Pluto didn't seem to be particularly optimistic about his dishes.

This made him a little flustered...

The original self-confidence also slightly collapsed.

Fish cooking is the cooking method he is most familiar with. If he still loses like this, he really doesn't know what to say.

This evildoer in this step is really beyond his expectation.

It would be fine if Bu Fang is from Gluttony Valley, but Bu Fang is not from Gluttony Valley...

Since he is not from Gluttony Valley, but he is able to cook such delicious dishes... not at all weaker than him who came out of Gluttony Valley.

This guy... Where the hell did he come from!

"Xiaoha...how is it? How does it taste?" Nangong Wuque felt itchy in his heart. Seeing Pluto's face full of enjoyment, he felt as if ten thousand little ants were crawling in his heart.

"Well, the young man now...is very good!" Pluto nodded, and his eyes fell on the sweet and sour fish in the West Lake, staring at it intently.

"The taste of these two dishes is very good, although it is not as good as the spicy strips, but..."

"Forget it, you'd better stop talking." Hearing Pluto mentioning Latiao again, Nangong Wuque was speechless and waved his hand to interrupt his words.

He intends to try it himself.

Hades stared at the interrupted Pluto, the young man...why is he so mischievous? Can't I let the king finish talking?

Bu Fang was very calm, pulled a chair and sat down, curled up on the chair, and yawned lazily.

All the diners tasted two dishes with excitement, and everyone's face showed a look of intoxication.

The rain outside the restaurant also gradually became smaller, gradually weakening from the original downpour, leaving a little drizzle falling and fluttering.

Because of the rain, the air became a bit chilly, but the hearts of the diners were hot.

The dishes gradually bottomed out, and the diners finished tasting both dishes.

Everyone showed intoxication on their faces, reminiscing happily.

In the Yunlan Restaurant, Wenren Chou's face had already lost the slightest trace of blood.

His body was trembling slightly, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and there was fear in his eyes.

From the expressions of everyone, he seemed to have seen the result.

This result was unacceptable to him.

He couldn't believe it, he didn't want to believe it...

He took out his best dishes, but the result seemed to be unsatisfactory.

This is a kitchen fight...Because of his self-confidence, he launched a kitchen fight. Although he regretted the moment he clamored for a cook fight, he still had incomparable confidence in his cooking skills.

However, judging from the results of the current game, his self-confidence seems a little ridiculous.

After tasting the dishes of the two, everyone had already made up their minds.

Rumble!

Just after the last bite of the dish is tasted.

A phantom of a gigantic beast suddenly appeared on Wen Renchou's body.

The phantom had a huge mouth, and the huge mouth opened, as if it was going to swallow the world, it was extremely terrifying.

A formation lingered from the phantom, instantly covering those who had tasted the dishes.

However, when the light of the formation touched Pluto, it dissipated naturally, unable to lock Pluto...

Pluto Erha twitched his mouth, shook his head, and raised his black hair.

"That thing is really timid..."

Two choices emerged in the minds of all those shrouded in light.

Bu Fang and Wen Ren Chou also had light shining on them.

Roar!

It was as if a giant beast roared, and everyone felt a little dazed.

The next moment, there seemed to be a deafening voice whispering in their ears, telling them the rules.

Wenren Chou's body was a little limp, and beads of sweat covered his forehead.

The body staggered back.

It was as if he was about to fall to the ground.

Bu Fang glanced at him lightly, then swept his foot, and suddenly a chair flew out, catching Wenren Chou's body.

Wenren Chou slumped on the chair, his face pale.

The brilliance began to flicker on him and Bu Fang, as if the diners who had tasted the dishes were making choices.

hum...

A unique buzzing sound resounded.

The next moment, the brilliance of Bu Fang's body became extremely bright, and that brilliance instantly overshadowed the brilliance of being scandalous.

Wen Renchou stared blankly at the brilliance on Bu Fang, and then at the radiance on his own body. The comparison between the two is like a firefly and a bright moon...

His self-confidence suddenly collapsed at this moment.

This time it was a real collapse.

In the inheritance of Venerable Daoba, even if he lost, he was just unwilling, and his self-confidence was not shaken in the slightest, because he knew that what he was good at was not that kind of cooking, but fish cooking.

But this time... Bu Fang gave him a head-on blow.

In the kitchen fight, he suffered a crushing defeat!

Everyone recovered from the trance, the formation slowly disappeared, turned into a stream of light, was swallowed by the huge phantom, and escaped into its mouth.

"The winner of the kitchen fight... Bu Fang wins, but everyone is scandalized and loses!"

With the sound like a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning, everyone's heart trembled, and their eyes fell on Bu Fang and Wen Renchou.

Bu Fang's expression was very calm, curled up on the chair, quite comfortable, as if he had predicted the result early in the morning, without any worries.

At this moment, Wenren Chou's face was already pale.

He lost...he really lost!

"The kitchen fight is over, and the vowed punishment begins...Wonderful people will be deprived of the right to cook, never be a cook, deprived of kitchen knives, and classified as opponents."

He is ugly and his eyes are dull.

Above the huge phantom in the void, there seemed to be a pair of invisible eyes falling on him, making him feel as if all the strength in his body had been hollowed out.

This is the price of the kitchen bucket.

If he loses, he will have to pay such a price that he cannot bear at all.

Um?

Bu Fang was slightly taken aback, and raised his eyebrows.

It was when he saw the ice crystal kitchen knife in Wen Renchou's hand emerge and fly towards him.

This is the so-called deprivation chopper? Take away the right to cook...

This kitchen fight is really cruel.

Bu Fang frowned, looking at the bloodless ugly man, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

He has no sympathy, because he knows that if he is the one who loses today, he will be the one who is deprived of the kitchen knife at this moment, and he will be the one who will never be able to touch cooking.

When Wen Renchou proposed the kitchen fight back then, it may have been for the purpose of completely cutting off Bu Fang's retreat.

It's just that he didn't expect that Bu Fang's real strength was really that strong.

Bu Fang's heart is not broad, even a little stingy.

The ice crystal kitchen knife flew over and fell into Bu Fang's hands.

Bu Fang raised his hand and held the kitchen knife.

The icy blue kitchen knife exuded a radiant brilliance, as if it was a piece of deep sea ice, icy cold to the bone.

There is even a faint cold air floating on it.

"Good knife." Bu Fang praised.

He stretched out his fingers and stroked the kitchen knife, the piercing feeling that made the skin tighten, and the corner of Bu Fang's mouth tugged slightly.

Although this kitchen knife is not as good as his keel kitchen knife, it is still a rare good knife.

Wenren Chou's eyes were full of grief... He looked at the kitchen knife in Bu Fang's hand, opened his mouth, and stopped talking.

A strong binding force on his body made him extremely uncomfortable, it was the binding force of the Taotie oath.

Bu Fang glanced at Wenren Chou, twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, moved his fingers slightly, and immediately the ice-blue kitchen knife turned in his hand, blooming brightly.

Seeing the scandal, his heart was twitching.

"You..." Wen Renchou seemed to be tearing apart his heart.

"Congratulations to the host for defeating the scandal of the second-class chef in Gluttony Valley, and getting his kitchen knife, and rewarding the 'knife cabinet' for collecting kitchen knives. If you don't advance on the road to the kitchen god, you will retreat. The knife cabinet is not only for collecting the kitchen knives of the losers, but also It is to remind the host that he must continue to practice cooking skills and strive to become a master of cooking." The serious and serious voice of the system resounded in Bu Fang's mind.

The next moment, Bu Fang's heart trembled.

A thought spread out.

White dots of light appeared in front of him, turning into a teleportation array, from which...a red-purple antique sandalwood cabinet emerged.

Everyone was slightly surprised by the cabinet that suddenly appeared.

When Wen Renchou saw the cabinet, his eyes suddenly turned blood red, and he let out a roar.

He is no stranger to this kind of cabinet. In Gluttonous Valley, many culinary geniuses will use this kind of cabinet to collect the kitchen knives of the losers...

This is a humiliation to every loser!

"I hate it!!" Wenren was so angry that his whole body was trembling.

Bu Fang glanced at him lightly, his expression didn't change, he opened the cabinet, it was empty.

But the exquisite knife holders stand gorgeously.

Putting the ice crystal kitchen knife into the cabinet, Bu Fang suddenly fell silent when he saw the lonely kitchen knife lying in the cabinet.

As the system said, the way of cooking is like the way of martial arts. Although it is somewhat different, it is ultimately the way to reach the top.

In the great race, only the winner can last forever.

Bu Fang's goal is to become a master of cooking, so naturally he can't relax in any way, and working hard to practice culinary skills is fundamental.

Otherwise, one day, his keel kitchen knife will also be lying in someone else's knife cabinet...

"This is a warning to me, and a reminder to me..." Bu Fang muttered to himself.

Wen Renchou was shocked all over, and finally slumped on the chair, his whole body was drained of strength, and he had nothing to love.

He knew that all of this was his own doing.

"Why... I will lose, I am a Taotie Valley walker on the mainland, I am the second-class chef of Glutton Valley, why would I lose?" Wen Renchou murmured blankly.

Bu Fang put away the knife cabinet, turned around and looked at Wenrenhou.

"Isn't it normal for you to lose? You are good at making fish, but I am not good at fish... You can't beat me with what you are good at, so what regrets do you have if you lose?" Bu Fang said expressionlessly.

Isn't Bu Fang good at fish? !

Wenren Chou's eyeballs trembled for a while, he raised his head, looked at Bu Fang, and asked softly, "Then what are you good at?"

After taking a look at Wenren Chou, Bu Fang let out a breath, put his hands behind his back, and faced the direction of the kitchen, giving people a sense of inscrutability.

Everyone was quite curious and pricked up their ears.

Looking forward to Bu Fang's answer.

After a long time, the faint voice sounded.

"It's not a fish anyway..."