It's raining.
It was still raining with aura.
Although Bu Fang's consciousness was suppressed, it still existed, and he could really feel the aura in the rain.
Does the earth also have aura
Was it there all along, or was there an aura because of his return
Bu Fang was a little puzzled. He didn't practice before, so he naturally didn't know if there was spiritual energy in the rain.
The aura rain didn't last long and stopped soon.
The ground was full of water, and when Bu Fang stepped on it, the water splashed, and the cold rainwater penetrated into the gap between his toes, making him feel cool.
The aura is only contained in the rain. After the falling rain evaporates, the aura originally contained in the rain also rises.
filled the air.
In fact, there is no aura in the air, it is because of the rain that there is aura.
The weirdness is on this rain...
Suddenly, Bu Fang froze.
Lost in thought.
It seems that Qi Ling is really sleeping on this earth, otherwise there would be no spiritual energy rain on the earth.
Not finding Xiaoyou, Bu Fang felt a little helpless.
His spiritual consciousness was suppressed, and the suppressing force was very strong. Of course, Bu Fang could also forcibly attack and suppress it, but he didn't know what the consequences would be.
Will scare the snake
It will still cause drastic changes on the earth, causing the earth to be destroyed or something...
Back to the old house.
The smell of moldy ingredients still filled the air, Bu Fang frowned, and put away all the ingredients, throwing them away as trash.
He doesn't like this kind of ingredients at all.
There was a knock on the door.
Bu Fang opened the door.
Standing outside the door was Liu Mu, who looked at Bu Fang in horror, as if he had seen a ghost.
Now, he doesn't dare to offend Bu Fang.
Smash the phone casually, tap lightly, my fingers are almost snapped off...
This guy, there is a problem.
"The chef calls you over!"
Liu Mu said.
After finishing speaking, he ran away as if escaping. He didn't think about how to face Bu Fang, so he didn't want to see Bu Fang now.
Chef
Patting Xiaopi on his back, Bu Fang stepped out of the room.
Go downstairs and come to the restaurant opposite.
Yuefu is the name of this restaurant, the decoration is magnificent and gorgeous.
But business was rather bleak.
This has nothing to do with the chef's craftsmanship, the dishes in this restaurant actually taste very good.
Bu Fang is an apprentice chef here, and has tasted the craft of a chef.
However, the restaurant just wasn't popular, and Bu Fang didn't understand it at all.
Liu Mu shrank back in fear. Bu Fang stepped into the restaurant and glanced at him.
Bu Fang curled his lips, put his hands behind his back, and walked towards the kitchen.
The chef didn't need to think about it, he should be in the kitchen.
chi chi chi...
As soon as you enter the kitchen, you can hear the sound of the pot shaking, that is the sound of the pot colliding with the stove, and the fire is raging.
Bu Fang raised his head and looked over.
There, a middle-aged man in his 40s or 50s held a spoon in one hand and grabbed the edge of an iron pan with a rag in the other, flipping the pan familiarly.
Of course, in Bu Fang's eyes, the middle-aged man's tricks were full of mistakes and omissions.
On the edge of the stove, there are a lot of seasonings, sugar, salt, monosodium glutamate, soy sauce, mashed garlic, chili...
All this is really familiar and unfamiliar to Bu Fang.
Bu Fang seemed to have not done this kind of simple cooking for a long time.
chi chi...
The pot is over.
A spoonful of water went down, and there was a chirping sound.
Cover the pot and simmer the pot.
At this time, the chef had time to look at Bu Fang.
"Here we come..."
The chef looked at Bu Fang and smiled gently.
Bu Fang nodded expressionlessly, his face was much gentler.
The chef, who taught him everything at the beginning, was very optimistic about Bu Fang, so Bu Fang was much gentler to the chef.
"Bu Fang, you've been a little slack these days... Chef is a profession that you can't slack off. Once you slack off, your sensitivity to food will weaken, and it will be difficult to cook satisfactory dishes."
The chef said, he wiped his hands with a rag, leaned on the stove, and looked at Bu Fang.
Bu Fang nodded, he naturally knew what the other party meant by slack.
But it's not his fault, who told him to time travel
"The business of our Yue Mansion is not very good, and we may not be able to keep going... Alas, it's a pity, when I was ambitious to come to Yue Mansion to start a career, it ended up like this..."
"Okay, let's not talk, you go and chop up the ingredients... you will be ready to eat later."
The chef sighed.
Turn around, uncover the pot, and continue cooking.
Bu Fang was startled, but did not refuse.
Went to another stove.
Grabbed the few potatoes that were placed on the stove, tossed them, very familiar ingredients...
Cutting potatoes can be a chore because you have to peel them before you can shred them…
But Bu Fang didn't care.
Now he suddenly has an urge to cook a dish.
I don't know if he still has that controlling cooking skill after his return.
Grab a kitchen knife from the knife holder.
With a shake of his hand, the kitchen knife made a splash in his hand, and the light of the knife flickered.
Wash the potatoes in water and clean.
Then it was thrown up gently.
The potatoes were floating in the air, and when they were about to fall, Bu Fang's eyes suddenly became sharp.
In his eyes, the speed at which the potatoes fell became very slow.
hum...
The kitchen knife cut out suddenly, as if gouging out a circle, the light of the knife splashed everywhere.
thereafter.
The kitchen knife is held horizontally, with the blade facing upwards.
The potato fell down immediately and landed on the knife surface, still spinning drippingly.
On the other side, there is a whole strip of potato skins of the same width.
Liu Mu just came in and saw this scene, his mouth was wide open, his face was dumbfounded...
This kind of operation is going to blind his eyes!
Can you still peel potatoes like this? !
"you you you you… "
Liu Mu stretched his fingers, stuttering and unable to speak.
Bu Fang glanced at him, and the corner of his mouth twitched.
Da da da da da da da...
There was a fast-paced collision, that was the collision of the kitchen knife and the chopping board, very pleasant to the ear.
The entire oval potato was cut into thin shreds, and each shredded potato was the same thickness...
The voice made the chef turn around involuntarily, just in time to see Bu Fang's knife skills.
It was a bit amazing at that moment.
Of course, it's shocking. If you saw the scene where Bu Fang threw potatoes and peeled them, you might be as shocked as Liu Mu.
After cutting the potatoes, Bu Fang stopped continuing.
The next dish is fried potato shreds.
"Go on."
The chef said suddenly.
I don't know why, but when Bu Fang performed his knife skills just now, there was a charm that convinced him.
Did this kid suddenly become enlightened
"Okay." Bu Fang nodded expressionlessly.
Ignite the fire, heat the pan, and the sound of gas blowing fire can be heard.
Bu Fang's movements were simple and unrestrained.
The main reason is that this dish is so simple that there is no difficulty.
With a flick of the kitchen knife, it crossed the chopping board, and the shredded potatoes were poured into the pot one after another, and white air immediately surged up.
Holding the pot spoon, Bu Fang started to shake the pot.
That set of movements was incomparably coordinated, as if they were connected in a single line.
The flames gushed out, and Bu Fang's expression was neither happy nor sad.
Without even looking, Bu Fang grabbed the pot spoon and scooped it towards the seasoning placed on the stove.
Bu Fang doesn't need to look at how much each scoop should be scooped up, and how much is appropriate.
Sprinkle into the pot, and toss the pot for a while.
Liu Mu swallowed his saliva.
"This kid... is acting recklessly, deliberately trying to be handsome? I don't care about the amount of seasoning... just sprinkle it in the pot!"
Liu Mu couldn't believe that Bu Fang's cooking skills were so good all of a sudden.
Obviously, he was on the same level with him before.
It was agreed to be a dog together, why did you get out quietly
"Shut up! Watch carefully..."
The chef scolded Liu Mu excitedly.
He turned his head and stared at Bu Fang's cooking movements without the slightest mistake, so perfect that he couldn't believe it.
The indifference in the eyes is the confidence in his own cooking skills. Bu Fang believes that the amount of each spoonful of seasoning, and the control of each heat...
This is the confidence that only world-class top chefs have!
Textbook cooking!
Chi chi chi.
Pot a bump.
The shredded potatoes in the pot fell into the pot one after another.
With a bang, pour it into a bowl.
The soup poured down.
There seemed to be a flash of light.
Liu Mu almost thought he was blind!
The dishes can still shine! It was really shining just now!
"Hot and sour potato shreds, done."
Bu Fang put down the kitchen utensils, frowned, and wiped the water stains on his hands.
Without the God of Chef set, it still feels quite uncomfortable.
"this… "
The chef's lips were trembling, he looked at Bu Fang in disbelief.
The dishes take shape, as if there is light flowing.
Although it was just a simple dish of hot and sour potato shreds, there was a scent in the air and just the right amount of hot and sour.
This dish is not simple in the ordinary.
The chef swallowed and grabbed the spoon.
Scooped a spoonful of it with a spoon, showing pale golden hot and sour potato shreds.
If you look carefully, you can see that the thickness of each hot and sour potato shreds is the same, which is the perfect knife.
And... the taste and fire control of each potato shreds are exactly the same...
Ah woo.
A spoonful of shredded potatoes.
The head chef's gaze suddenly froze...
"oh!"
The chef narrowed his eyes, his face turned red, and his clothes were shaking.
He felt as if he was riding a horse, galloping across the grassland.
Riding the horse gallops, chic and unrestrained.
The wind is blowing, the horses are braying, the potatoes are rolling underfoot...
The hot and sour taste, the soft and tender potatoes...combined with each other, it seems to be delicious in the world, which makes people sink!
The chef was holding the spoon, his feet were clamped together, his body was trembling, as if he was trembling.
He has never eaten such delicious food.
Is this really the delicacy that humans can cook
Isn't this a masterpiece of God? !
The chef's eyes were red, as if he was about to cry...
Liu Mu was dumbfounded, looking at the chef's reaction, he felt like the chef was possessed by a ghost...
Nima... just eating hot and sour potato shreds, are you so moved? !
Liu Mu was screaming in his heart.
The scent in the air made him a little unbelievable.
He didn't believe that Bu Fang, who used to be as good at cooking as him, could cook such a dish!
He grabbed a porcelain spoon and scooped up a spoonful of shredded potatoes.
As soon as I stuffed it into my mouth, I didn't care about the heat, so I started chewing.
chewing, chewing...
Liu Mu stopped moving...
His body froze, and his eyes were slightly absent.
He felt as if his own soul was floating away.
This dish reminded him of the dish his elderly grandma cooked for him when he was a child...
That smell, that feeling, made his nose sour.
Wept involuntarily.
How could there be such a delicious hot and sour potato shreds in the world!
Rumble!
Seeing the reactions of the chef and Liu Mu, Bu Fang twitched his mouth slightly.
Suddenly, a roar resounded.
Bu Fang frowned suddenly.
Looking out of the window, there, the thunderclouds gathered, and the terrible roar condensed in it.
In the thundercloud, majestic spiritual energy was churning, as if an invisible force had locked him.
Bu Fang's eyes froze.
"Thunder calamity? There will be thunder calamity when cooking on Earth?!"
Bu Fang looked straight at the sky, as if he wanted to see through the thundercloud.
However, soon, the thundercloud dissipated.
It seems that the condensation and appearance are just to give Bu Fang a warning.
Bu Fang narrowed his eyes, was he planning... not to let him cook