Twenty percent success rate.
In other words, there is an 80% failure rate, which means that the probability of failure is as high as 80%.
The failure rate is four times the success rate.
When ordinary people hear this failure rate, they must choose to reject the task with their eyes closed.
However, the system still didn't expect that Bu Fang would choose to accept this task, and it was very straightforward and not procrastinating.
Once this task is accepted, it cannot be terminated. Once terminated, it will also be obliterated by the system.
Bu Fang's choice stunned the system for a while.
After a long time, he spoke.
It is still a serious and serious voice.
"The host accepts the task, and the task execution begins. Now the recipe for three cups of God's Death Chicken will be distributed. Please start receiving the host."
hum...
The words of the system fell.
Bu Fang's eyes were filled with disillusionment.
The next moment, he stood there, lost in thought.
In his mind, dense information flooded into his mind.
In the spiritual sea.
The Golden Dragon, Suzaku, Xuanwu, and White Tiger all raised their heads involuntarily, and looked at a book that emerged from the void with some horror.
It was a golden book, completely condensed by spiritual energy, and turbulent fluctuations were constantly escaping from it.
This fluctuation spread, causing the spirits in Bu Fang's spiritual sea to feel a burst of shock.
"Is this a chef's recipe?!"
"What? How did the little host come into contact with the chef's recipes so early?"
"The system is planning to force the little host to death, God of Cooking's recipe has been messed up so quickly..."
The spirits were all shocked.
Shenlong and Suzaku were even chattering non-stop.
"Huh... The system is going to do something. The little host is only a second turn to the little sage. If he wants to cook the dishes in the chef's recipe, what is the success rate? 10%? Or 20%? Anyway, this The success rate is too low."
Baihu snorted arrogantly and said.
"It's not something we can worry about...we just do our jobs."
Xuanwu opened his mouth, and the whole spiritual world seemed to be silent.
But at this moment, Bu Fang naturally didn't know what happened in the spiritual sea.
At this moment, he has already concentrated on reading and understanding the content of the chef's recipes that flooded into his mind.
Three cups of god perish chicken.
Bu Fang took a deep breath, and there seemed to be golden lines flowing in his eyes.
Three cups of chicken, which is born out of a dish called three cups of chicken on earth.
Bu Fang is no stranger to this.
After reading the cooking method on the recipe, Bu Fang's face became a little ugly for the first time.
No wonder the system said that he only has a 20% success rate, and that he has a 20% success rate is because the system is optimistic about him.
If the concessionary party estimates it by itself, it won't even be worth a cent.
Disaster…
too difficult.
Bu Fang could sense that there was a book in his mental sea, which should be the so-called MasterChef's recipe in the system.
But now he can't turn the books at all, and even the connection with Qi Ling has been cut off.
Bu Fang frowned.
Turned around and walked into the kitchen.
Bu Fang stood in front of the stove.
He took a deep breath, the brilliance in his eyes flickered, and he thought carefully about the details described in the recipe.
Details determine success or failure, no matter what you do, details are the most important, especially cooking.
A tiny detail in cooking can even determine the taste of the whole dish.
As a chef, you must have a sense of detail.
Three Cups of Chicken, or Three Cups of God's Death Chicken.
The reason why it is called three cups is because the main seasoning of this dish is only three cups, one cup of soy sauce, one cup of sesame oil, and one cup of rice wine.
And only use three cups of seasoning to make a dish.
The difficulty is naturally very great.
hum...
Standing in front of the stove, you can see with the naked eye that portions of ingredients have emerged on the stove.
These ingredients... are extremely ordinary, without any aura or immortality, as if they are the kind of ordinary dishes bought in the vegetable market in the previous life.
Of course, the quality is naturally excellent.
A plucked chicken sits in a blue and white china bowl, but that's not the end of it.
Bu Fang also needs to carry out secondary treatment on this chicken.
Bu Fang didn't act casually.
He didn't dare to do it casually. Once this dish failed to cook, he would be obliterated.
When the system said to erase, it didn't have the slightest emotion.
Bu Fang can believe that once he really fails, he will definitely be mercilessly obliterated by the system, and the system will not show mercy just because he is the host.
Therefore, Bu Fang did not dare to take it lightly.
Close your eyes and calm down the excitement in your heart.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
Bu Fang opened his eyes.
His eyes were flat and devoid of any emotion.
There is no fear of being wiped out because of failure, and no palpitations of low success rates.
There are... only the calmness and calmness that belong to the chef.
clatter...
The Xuanwu pot was placed in the White Tiger Stove.
The flame drilled into the stove and burned up immediately, and the scorching temperature exploded.
He didn't choose to use the fountain of life, what Bu Fang poured in was the water prepared for him by the system, the water was clear and sweet, but... it had no spiritual energy or fairy energy!
With a calm gaze, he poured the water prepared by the system into the pot.
The water boiled.
The first step is to scoop out the water and put it in a blue and white porcelain basin.
clatter...
Without wrapping his palms with zhenqi, the scalding hot water made Bu Fang frowned.
Carefully pluck all the feathers from the chicken, not a single fluff is spared.
After careful inspection, Bu Fang grabbed the chicken and put it on the chopping board.
At this moment, his hands were already red from the boiling water.
Bu Fang was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly felt like returning to normal cooking.
Take out the keel kitchen knife.
After turning it in the hand, it was cut off suddenly.
clap clap...
Cut off the strong and powerful chicken legs, cut the chicken legs into pieces, and put them on a plate for later use.
Gulu Gulu.
Bu Fang poured oil into the pot, and the hot oil in the pot suddenly boiled.
Pour the cut chicken pieces into the oil pan.
Bu Fang's mental power suddenly exploded...
Next, there is this important process of cooking that is related to life and death...
Spiritual thoughts suddenly boiled.
In Bu Fang's spiritual sea, the mental power seems to be spinning rapidly.
In Bu Fang's eyes, everything slowed down.
The boiling oil in the oil pan seems to be solidified, slowly gushing away.
Mental power poured in like silk, and one could clearly see the heat of the oil juice penetrating into the muscles, and one could clearly see the chicken becoming coagulated.
In the spiritual sea.
The spirits seemed to be holding their breath.
"There can't be a single mistake."
"The cooking of the recipes in the chef's recipes must be perfect. If it is not perfect, it cannot be selected into the chef's recipes."
"As long as there is a slight mistake, it means failure and will be obliterated!"
…
The spirits were very moved.
As tool spirits, they have seen too much.
They didn't expect this moment to come so early.
However, this is also a test for their host.
If the host can pass this test...
That is to be able to get their real approval!
They will also wholeheartedly assist Bu Fang to embark on the road of a true chef.
As a tool spirit, it is also a very cautious thing to put your heart into it.
…
Crash.
The oil splashed, and the golden oil dripped from the meat and dripped into the bowl.
After shaking and draining all the oil in it, it is convenient to start preparing for other cooking processes.
Every step of cooking the dishes has been memorized by him in his heart.
The dishes in this so-called chef's recipe are all about using the most common ingredients to cook top-notch delicacies...
This is a very harsh test for a chef.
Only by grasping every moment perfectly can a dish be cooked to perfection.
outside the restaurant.
The terrible battle continues.
After the breakthrough, Prison Master Yinglong and Pluto Erha fought together against the Black Demon of the Black Temple.
The din of battle shook the world.
Above the sky, below the stars.
In the boundless starry sky battlefield.
Several figures collided rapidly, and every time they collided, a terrifying energy breath was released, bombarding the surroundings.
It caused some debris warships floating in the void to shatter more and more!
The confrontation between the great sages was extremely terrifying.
in the restaurant.
Xiaoyou sat on the chair with a pale face, and the bursts of pain in her body made her frown involuntarily.
Xiaohu was in her arms, sticking out his tongue, licking Xiaoyou's cheek, bringing her warmth.
The fluffy tail stroked Xiaoyou's face, as if to relieve Xiaoyou's pain.
in the kitchen.
Bu Fang was concentrating on cooking, his eyeballs were dilated and bloodshot.
He dare not make the slightest mistake, so he must concentrate on it.
If you look carefully, you can find that Bu Fang's hand holding the kitchen knife is shaking slightly.
Although he emphasized that he should cook with a normal heart, but in reality... Bu Fang still couldn't calm down the trembling in his heart.
Zizizi.
In the pot, pour the first cup of three cups of chicken, sesame oil.
When the sesame oil is boiling, add the chopped scallions and ginger slices.
As the stir-fry started, Bu Fang's mental power exploded again, and everything seemed to become very slow in his field of vision...
After the aroma was released from the stir-fry, Bu Fang put the drained and dehydrated chicken pieces into the pot.
Stir fry.
There are strict requirements for the angle of the pan, the strength of the pan, and the speed of the stir-frying. Any mistake... will lead to the failure of the dishes.
On the forehead, there is sweat flowing down.
The blood in the eyes seemed to completely cover them.
This feeling…
Yi Bu Fang was exhausted all over.
Stir-fried for about five minutes and turned the pan dozens of times.
The color of the chicken nuggets changed.
At this time, Bu Bianyi poured the second cup of rice wine into the three cups of chicken.
The liquor was ordinary rice wine, with a turbid yellow color, but when the aroma of the liquor was smelled, it was completely unforgettable for Bu Fang.
clatter...
When the rice wine was put into the pot, the whole pot seemed to explode.
The pot boiled, and the sound of sneering resounded endlessly.
Simmer for a while.
Bu Fang took a deep breath.
Raising his hand, he grabbed the last cup of seasonings on the stove.
However, when his fingers touched the cup, Bu Fang's body froze suddenly, and he couldn't even move...
In his eyes, bloodshot eyes suddenly expanded, puff...
In the eyes.
The red eyes were slowly closed by Bu Fang, and blood-colored tears flowed from the corners of the eyes, flowing down the cheeks.
With a bang, it dripped on the kitchen floor.
The fairy fire in the stove also trembled violently at this moment, flickering on and off, as if it was going to die at any moment.
"It's over!"
"Oops, I'm going to fail... The little host's current cultivation is really too weak, and the mental power of the first level of divine sense is really not enough!"
"Failure is obliteration... The road to God of Cooking is indeed extremely difficult, and the little host failed to persevere after all."
In the spiritual sea, the expressions of the tool spirits changed one after another.
Sensing Bu Fang's state, they all sighed.
Even if they are narcissistic like a dragon, lively like a vermilion bird, dull like a basalt, and arrogant like a white tiger... they all let out their sighs.
Perhaps... this is the last emotion they can leave to this generation of hosts.
Huangquan small shop.
Xiao You, who was sitting in the restaurant, seemed to have a feeling in her heart, she was taken aback for a moment, and turned her head to look at the restaurant.
The little fox in his arms also raised his head.
In the starry sky battlefield.
The huge black dog that covered the sky and the sun, with eyes like a starry sky, squinted at the direction of the Hell and Huangquan shop, and there seemed to be thousands of emotions circulating in his eyes.
Pastoral world.
The sky turned into blood.
Niu Hansan stood blankly in front of the wooden house, with a complex expression on his face.
in the kitchen.
Bu Fang's body shook violently.
The sweat on his forehead and the blood at the corners of his eyes seemed to be fused together.
Then, he suddenly opened his eyes.
A pair of blood eyes suddenly materialized.