The dark unicorn bone is the bone of a pseudo-divine beast. It can be regarded as a sacred material, but it is considered the lowest kind of holy material.
But at least, it is also a good food.
Moreover, the unicorn bone is the essence of the unicorn, which contains infinite essence and divine energy. It is best used to make soup. The energy in the unicorn bone permeates from the bone and blends into the soup, which can be absorbed by the human body. completely absorbed.
This hunger is why Bu Fang planned to cook this dish this time.
The curse in Xiaoyou's body needs to be suppressed by dishes with strong energy, and the big tonic soup made with unicorn bones is just right.
Stew soup is actually a major category of food.
Delicious soup, one sip can make people immerse themselves in it.
But the stew is more a test of the chef's mastery of the heat.
Especially the higher the level of ingredients, the more demanding the chef's control over the fire, because the high-level ingredients are full of essence.
Once the best cooking time is missed, it is easy to destroy the essence, and even cause the essence to be lost, resulting in a bad taste.
Before making the soup, Bu Fang needs to prepare the ingredients needed for this cooking.
A heartbeat.
With Bu Fang's figure, he entered the pastoral world.
Picked some fresh ingredients, as well as sun-dried ingredients.
Back in the kitchen.
Bu Fang chopped up these ingredients and served them in blue and white porcelain bowls.
The first blue-and-white porcelain bowl contains the sun-dried vermilion fruit skin, which contains most of the essence of the vermillion fruit skin. When making soup, the umami taste in the soup can be completely locked.
There is also a porcelain bowl containing the leaves of the Nine Turns Heavenly Dao tea tree, the leaves were cut in half by Bu Fang, and the fragrance of the tea permeated the air.
In addition to these, there are vermilion dried spiritual fruits the size of fingernails, which are similar to the goji berries in the previous life.
Bu Fang had seen this kind of spiritual fruit before, so he specially harvested and planted it in the pastoral world.
The medicinal materials are ready, and the ingredients are also ready.
The next step is the cooking process.
Bu Fang cleaned the basalt pot and placed it on top of the White Tiger Stove.
Opening his mouth, a cloud of dark white flames spewed out.
The flame burst out, penetrated into the White Tiger's Stove, and immediately burned blazingly.
Pour the fountain of life into it, and the clear fountain of life bursts out with a strong breath of life.
With a bang, the unicorn bone was put into it.
There is a little unicorn meat in the unicorn bone, but the amount is very small, and it is mainly used for making soup.
Start with cold water, slowly heat up, and bring the contents of the pot to a boil.
During this process, Bu Fang did not release his mental power.
The flames burst out and continued to grow.
After a while, there was a sound of boiling in the pot.
The unicorn bone rolled in it.
Bu Fang frowned, as if he could hear the roar of the dark unicorn mind contained in the unicorn bone.
The impact of this idea on the taste of the dishes is fatal.
It's like making braised fish, but it's a reason why the fishy smell of the fish is not completely removed.
Will ruin a dish.
Stretching out his hand, Bu Fang's spirit suddenly boiled.
There was a bang.
The golden phantom floating above the spiritual sea suddenly opened its eyes, and a bright golden light burst out from the eyes.
It was as if a sharp beam of light was projected down.
After a while, it turned into dots and infiltrated into the Xuanwu pot.
into the soup in the pot.
The soup was boiling and trembling constantly.
It was as if the light of the sword swept across, cutting towards the dark unicorn.
The roar of the Qilin became more and more intense, as if it was resisting.
But this resistance was obviously futile, as if after a big battle, Qilin's thoughts were immediately obliterated.
Bu Fang opened his eyes.
He let out a foul breath.
Visible to the naked eye.
A dark air flow rose from the unicorn bone, and slowly dissipated in the air.
The next cooking process is not so complicated.
Bu Fang took out the unicorn bone and washed the blood foam on it with the fountain of life.
Pour off the soup in the Xuanwu pot.
Put the cleaned unicorn bone into the center of the basalt pot, and the dark flesh-colored unicorn meat exudes steaming heat.
Take a blue and white porcelain bowl.
Pour the dried spirit fruit into it, and pour the sliced mother-of-pearl ginger into it.
Add water to the basalt pot so that the soup just covers the unicorn bone.
To do all of this well, Bu Convenience is a matter of thought.
The top of the Xuanwu pot was slowly closed.
Next, it's soup time.
Bu Fang's mental power surged out.
As if turning into silk threads, they shot out and wrapped around the basalt pot.
Like the strings of a piano, you can feel the fluctuations of the dishes in the pot.
The forest-white fairy fire gushed out and penetrated into the bottom of the basalt pot.
The flames flourished.
Start heating.
Bu Fang's hands dropped down to his waist.
The eyelids drooped slightly, and his spiritual power was like a thread.
Looking at it, as if seeing through the Xuanwu pot, he saw everything in the Xuanwu pot.
The soup was boiling, and the energy in the dark unicorn's bones was released little by little, and merged into the soup.
The spiritual threads wrapped around the basalt pot danced like strings, as if they were playing a piece of music like mountains and flowing water.
When the energy of the dark unicorn bone is released, the beautiful notes dance out, forming an intoxicating piece of music.
Chihi came in from the outside.
The kitchen door curtain was lifted, and the bell made a crisp sound, but it didn't give way to Bu Fang's spirit.
Xixi looked at Bu Fang curiously, as if she was a little curious about what kind of dishes Bu Fang was cooking.
"Is Instructor Bu cooking soup?!"
Xi Xi raised his head and watched curiously.
Her nose moved, the rich smell of meat permeated her nose and mouth, and her eyes seemed to change, staring at Bu Fang's spiritual force strings, fascinated.
It was as if she had also heard a beautiful piece of music played by Bu Fang.
The most original music made her devote herself physically and mentally.
Instructor Bu's culinary skills... are really amazing!
Music has a flat foreshadowing, a violent climax and a smooth ending, and the cooking is actually the same.
Under the control of Bu Fang's mental power, the dark white flames also slowly changed.
The soup is half done.
Bu Fang opened his eyes.
Opened the lid of the pot and added the dried red goji berries and various spices to it...
Once these flavors enter it.
The taste of the whole soup is completely boiling.
It was turbulent and boiling, as if a palm came over the face, gently brushing across the face.
The pot was covered again.
The flames boiled.
The playing of the music is also becoming more and more intense, like a storm, playing and falling continuously.
Xixi's little face was flushed red, feeling the cooking, beads of sweat rolled down her forehead.
It is not a small challenge for Xixi to keep up with Bu Fang's cooking rhythm.
Although his talent is good, but with Bu Fang's current culinary skills, Xixi still needs to look up to him.
When cooking is complete, simmer over low heat.
Bu Fang's mental threads were pulled back one by one.
Finished cooking.
Turning his head, he glanced at Xixi, his eyes softened a lot.
"Xixi, go out and rest for a while, prepare to drink soup." Bu Fang said softly.
Xixi nodded obediently.
He turned around and prepared to go out.
"By the way, if the strange sorghum that asked you to cook the sun-blossoming leeks appears, you must tell me."
Bu Fang said solemnly.
The society is sinister, and Bu Fang didn't want Xixi to be deceived by the pervert at such a young age.
"OK."
Chihi smiled back.
Then he walked out of the kitchen.
Bu Fang nodded, turned his gaze, and landed on the Xuanwu pot.
Uncovered the lid.
From the lid, puffs of hot air rise up, like a unicorn walking through the air with its teeth and claws.
Auspicious brilliance is rising and bursting.
Bright and eye-catching.
Bu Fang closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
There is no greasy taste that makes people feel greasy, but it has a refreshing feeling.
The hot air was rising, turning into a galloping unicorn above the basalt pot.
Bu Fang was very satisfied, he seldom made soup, but this time he was very satisfied with the soup.
Carrying the stewed soup, he walked out of the kitchen, and Bu Fang came to the restaurant.
Jingle Bell.
The door curtain was raised, and the resounding sound instantly attracted the attention of everyone in the restaurant.
Xixi sat on the chair obediently, while Xiaohua and Xiaoyou looked at him eagerly, looking forward to it.
Lord Dog didn't know where he went, but Bu Fang didn't worry, as long as that mangy dog didn't bully others.
The Black Dragon King was really thrown out by Xiao Hua.
But he deserved it, Bu Fang reminded him.
The pitch-black basalt pot was placed in the middle of the dining table.
The rich fragrance is permeated, mellow and provocative, surging with majestic energy.
Bu Fang took out the blue and white porcelain bowls one by one.
Spoon hold.
The splashing broth trickled down the edge of the spoon.
Bu Fang scooped up a bowl of broth, and the broth seemed to exude crystal, which was extremely cool.
Bu Fang handed the soup to Xiao You.
"Drink it while it's hot."
Bu Fang said.
This dish should have a strong effect on suppressing the cursed snake in Xiaoyou's body.
Afterwards, it was convenient to continue scooping up the soup.
Crash.
I also scooped up a bowl for Xixi.
The sloshing broth looks very gorgeous.
The wreath formed by the oil juice of the broth looks amazing.
Xiaoyou held the blue-and-white porcelain bowl in both hands, and warmth surged from the steaming bowl, making Xiaoyou feel warmth all over her cold body.
The sloshing soup and the wreath on it are like blooming flowers, attracting people's attention.
The aroma of the broth continued to permeate, making Xiaoyou swallow and salivate.
The red lips pursed.
Just when Xiaoyou was about to drink soup.
Footsteps suddenly resounded outside the restaurant.
The sound of footsteps made Bu Fang's action of scooping up the soup stagnate, and his brows frowned slightly.
The footsteps were heavy, as if the mountains were walking.
Bu Fang raised his head subconsciously and looked over.
It was to see a meat ball slowly coming from a distance.
Um
Bu Fang frowned.
Rouqiu walked domineeringly and reached the door of the restaurant, but was stuck on the door.
The corner of Bu Fang's mouth twitched...
Where did this come from
Xixi held the broth, turned her head and saw the chubby meatball.
His eyes lit up immediately.
"Teacher Bu... that's him! He's the strange sorghum who let Xixi cook and cook!"
Xixi shouted excitedly.
oh
Is this the fat man
No wonder Xixi would say that she is a strange sorghum...
Indeed... weird.
Being able to eat so fat... is also a kind of technology!
The door of the restaurant is not too narrow, but Bu Fang never imagined that someone could be caught by the door.
Even Fatty Jin, the land rich man of the Qingfeng Empire, the fattest one Bu Fang had ever seen, would not be trapped by the door...
How nourishing this fat man's life is, it will make him develop horizontally like this.
"It smells so good!! This meaty smell... is extremely pure, with a hint of darkness! The ingredients are absolutely high-end, never seen before!"
The fat man was caught at the door, his body was wriggling constantly, his nose was wriggling, smelling the smell of meat, he couldn't stop admiring.
"I've smelled this pure meat fragrance from a long distance... I really didn't disappoint Lao Ding! By the way, brother... Your door is a bit narrow, it needs to be renovated!"
Fatty Ding squirmed for a while, finally squeezed in, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and shouted at Bu Fang.
At a glance, Fatty Ding saw the broth in the Xuanwu pot.
He walked over to the dining table and sat on a chair.
He smiled familiarly.
Then he rubbed his hands, his whole body trembling with fat, and said to Bu Fang, "Brother, let me have a bowl of broth!"
Xiaoyou and Xiaohua glanced at the fat man, then looked away.
Finally, he locked on the bowl held in his palm.
Bu Fang looked at Fatty Ding, his face gradually became serious.
This is the strange sorghum who taught Xixi to be bad
Teach Xixi to want to drink soup
"No meat, no soup... a bowl?" Bu Fang looked at Fatty Ding expressionlessly and said.