When Bu Fang paid attention to Lei Yun.
The plate of fragrant hot and sour potato shreds has already bottomed out.
Chef and Liu Mu, you have a spoonful, and I have a spoonful... It was a joy to eat, while eating, I was still immersed in the deliciousness of hot and sour potato shreds.
They never thought that an ordinary dish could be so delicious, and that a dish that they had eaten countless times would touch their heartstrings like this.
Could it be that they used to eat fake hot and sour potato shreds
When the last piece of potato shreds was pinched by Liu Mu's fingers and thrown into his mouth, that plate of potato shreds was completely ruined.
“Delicious...so delicious!”
Liu Mu pursed his lips and looked at Bu Fang with surprise.
Is this really Bu Fang at the same level as his cooking skills
Could it be that this kid is trying to improve his cooking skills by hiding in a small rental house for several days
However, this promotion is too fast, right
Cooking is a slow and meticulous work. Which world-class chef has spent decades immersing himself in a craft.
But how big is Bu Fang
The chef wiped his mouth with a cloth towel, and his eyes were a little complicated.
The front is still teaching Bu Fang, let Bu Fang not slacken his cooking training.
As a result... Bu Fang's level of culinary skills made even the head chef feel a little ashamed.
Is this really Bu Fang
Although he has always been optimistic about Bu Fang, because he feels that Bu Fang has more love for cooking than Liu Mu.
But I didn't expect that this love would be transformed into cooking so quickly.
"Are you enlightened? Or have you obtained some secret book?"
The chef laughed and joked.
The way he looks at Bu Fang now is no longer looking at the younger generation.
This hot and sour potato shreds alone is enough for Bu Fang to become a teacher.
"Starting today, you can already be on your own..."
Bu Fang nodded.
Take it lightly.
His culinary skills have already surpassed the imagination of the chef. Whether it is his understanding of culinary skills or his focus, they are far beyond what ordinary people think.
What Bu Fang cares about now is who is restricting him.
He just made a dish of potato shreds, which actually attracted Lei Jie's warning.
Could it be...
Bu Fang narrowed his eyes slightly.
After saying goodbye to the chef, he left the kitchen.
He came to the roof of the dilapidated old building.
Standing on the roof, with the wind blowing slightly, he raised his head and looked at the boundless sky. The sky was as blue as washing. The thundercloud just appeared and dissipated quickly.
Underneath, there are busy streets, surrounded by high-rise buildings, and a modern atmosphere spreads out.
Bu Fang was slightly in a trance.
But soon, he calmed down.
I squinted my eyes.
Bu Fang's legs were slightly bent.
Then, there seemed to be a terrible burst of strength in the legs.
Boom!
Stretching his legs straight, Bu Fang's figure suddenly soared into the sky like a rocket!
It even rushed into the sky with a sonic boom.
The wind was blowing Bu Fang's hair, but Bu Fang didn't care.
He wants to see what is restricting him like this...
Heaven
Or some mysterious person
There was a lot of movement in Bu Fang, at least the old houses seemed to be shaking violently, making the people in the houses think it was an earthquake, many people ran out, and many even cursed loudly.
After a while, Bu Fang rushed into the clouds.
The airflow is constantly gushing.
A heavy pressure fell on Bu Fang's shoulders.
Bu Fang almost couldn't help breaking away from the restraints, but Bu Fang could feel that once he broke through the restraints of divine power, the earth might be destroyed in an instant.
This strange feeling made Bu Fang hesitate for a while, but chose to give up.
Boom!
After rushing out of the atmosphere, Bu Fang's clothes were already in tatters.
Following the inertia, he stood in the starry sky, and Bu Fang scanned his surroundings.
His gaze is like a dragon, looking directly at the universe.
The stars in the distance, the vast universe, seem to find that mysterious power...
Unfortunately, everything is very peaceful.
frowned.
Bu Fang didn't find anything strange.
The pressure on his body caused him to fall back to the earth again.
The sound of hula resounded like a falling meteorite.
Extremely fast.
The satellites suspended around the earth captured this scene, causing panic among many people.
what is that
meteorite
But why is the meteorite humanoid
…
Boom.
Bu Fang fell to the ground, and it seemed that there was still heat on his body that hadn't dissipated.
Bu Fang's control of strength is very balanced, falling from a height of 10,000 meters, unexpectedly did not cause the ground to explode.
No matter what secrets the earth holds.
Bu Fang felt that the main thing for him now was to find the spirits and let them return to the God of Cooking suit. Perhaps only in this way can he embark on the perfect road of God of Cooking.
Wow...
The sky once again began to rain spiritual energy.
The cold rain slapped on Bu Fang's body, making Bu Fang even a little sober.
This aura rain is definitely weird, but Bu Fang is not too clear about where this weirdness is reflected.
I went back to the rental house and changed into a set of clothes.
Bu Fang came to the restaurant.
This point is a restaurant, but the business in the restaurant is as bleak as ever.
This is not in line with the chef's cooking skills.
The chef is sitting on a chair, making tea and reading a book.
Liu Mu was playing with his mobile phone.
They have long been used to this kind of life without customers.
According to the momentum, this restaurant will not be long... It should be closed down.
"Are you back?"
The chef saw Bu Fang and smiled.
"When you come back, let's eat. I wanted you to cook."
Liu Mu also put away his cell phone, he was already very hungry.
However, just as they were getting ready to eat.
Outside the door, footsteps suddenly sounded.
Bu Fang didn't change his color and sandwiched the vegetables.
Liu Mu excitedly ran over to entertain under the chef's signal.
"What do you want to eat? Order from the eight major cuisines... The chef in our restaurant knows all kinds of cuisines."
Liu Mu said with a smile, with a youthful look on his face.
The customer sat on the chair by himself. The customer was wet all over. When the aura rain was transpiring, the aura was still escaping.
It's a weird feeling...
Liu Mu didn't laugh anymore, his face darkened a bit when he thought of the rumors about supernatural beings and ghosts that had been rumored recently.
"Can you cook any dish?"
The customer lowered his head and smiled softly, the laughter was a bit cold.
Suddenly, the customer moved. He stretched out his hand, unzipped the zipper, and took out a lively carp that was still bubbling.
"Make this fish into a dish..."
"We... don't accept self-bred ingredients here." Liu Mu said with an ugly face.
"I told you to do it, so you just do it... so much nonsense! If you can't do it well... you can all be buried with this fish."
The customer lowered his head and said as he said, the wet clothes on his body were still dripping from the rain on the ground, and the rain splashed, causing a chill.
"I... I..." Liu Mu's head went blank, what did this person say
Can't cook well... want to be buried with him? Or to be buried with the fish
This man is joking!
"Go!"
The man let out a loud drink.
It's like shaking the mind.
Liu Mu's body trembled for a while, and there was a click.
The fat carp flew into his arms immediately, the creamy and cold feeling made Liu Mu turn pale with fright.
He is not going, and he is not going.
"Let me cook... this fish." The chef put down the bowl and chopsticks, stood up frowning.
It's rare for a customer to bring their own ingredients...
Alas... This restaurant really can't keep going.
The chef walked up to Liu Mu, stretched out his hand and caught the fish.
"Hehe, this fish is quite fat... What are you doing? Fish head tofu soup?" The chef smiled, squeezed the carp, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.
He has never seen such a plump fish, and it can still jump like this after being out of the water for so long.
"It's up to you... if you do well, you will be rewarded, if you don't do well... you will be buried with him." The man still lowered his head.
Bu Fang took a piece of meat into his mouth, and glanced at the customer sideways.
It seems that the heart has a feeling.
The customer also raised his head slowly, his wet hair was twisted together, and the drops of water fell down.
It was a pale, bloodless face, with a pair of eyes that seemed to radiate a faint green.
Um
Bu Fang was taken aback.
He glanced at the man, and then at the fat fish in the chef's hand.
The chef has already entered the kitchen with the fish, and the chef is very confident in his cooking skills.
Seeing this fat fish, even a little itchy.
Seeing the chef enter the kitchen, Liu Mu was a little scared and shrank to Bu Fang's side.
He found that staying with Bu Fang now gave him an inexplicable sense of security...
He took out his mobile phone, logged on to the Internet, and began to search for information.
While he was searching, Bu Fang stood up, turned and walked into the kitchen.
That fish just now...was a bit weird.
"The strange incident in Jiangdong City, Heping Road, Luming Restaurant, restaurant chefs, including the chef and chef apprentices, all died tragically!"
"Tianxin Street, Baiyu Restaurant, the owner of the restaurant ran away, and the chef died strangely..."
"Strange incidents occur frequently, and the chef suffers? A lot of fish scales were accidentally found in the restaurant where the chef died..."
…
Liu Mu's face turned pale, his eyes were fixed on the information on the phone, and his heart was pounding.
Of course he knew about Luming Restaurant, a very popular restaurant on the side of Heping Road, as well as Baiyu Restaurant... Although the business wasn't good, it wasn't bad either.
But all the chefs in this restaurant died tragically.
And... a lot of fish scales were also found in the restaurant
Fish scales
Liu Mu's lips were trembling, and he suddenly felt his hand was inexplicably slippery and disgusting, so he wiped it on his body.
Raising his head, he wanted to find Bu Fang, he wanted to tell Bu Fang the news, and now only Bu Fang who didn't change his expression was the harbor of his soul.
However, when he looked up, he found that Bu Fang was not there.
The restaurant was extremely quiet, only the sound of his breathing, and the patter of the raindrops on the clothes of the customer behind him.
Nima...
Why leave me here alone to grieve alone? !
Liu Mu's heart was blocked, and he wanted to cry a little.
He grabbed his phone and was about to stand up and rush to the kitchen at a speed of 100 meters.
However, he has not waited for him to get up.
click...
A pale hand patted his shoulder.
Liu Mu: "I..."
"Be quiet...you're noisy."
A hoarse voice sounded, Liu Mu trembled like chaff, turned his head suddenly, and looked to the side.
there…
A pale face, with oily green eyes.
That twisted together is the hair, seeping water rattling.
At this moment, the oily green eyeballs were staring at Liu Mu sideways, the distance... was less than an inch.
…
in the kitchen.
The chef, grabbing the fish, put the fish into the basket.
He is naturally good at making fish.
Of course, he originally planned to make fish head tofu soup, but after thinking about it, the meat of the fish body would be wasted when making fish head tofu soup. He was afraid that customers would think he was cheating on the fish meat, so he changed another dish.
Ready to cook live fish.
He is much better at this.
Instead of prepping the fish first, other ingredients are prepared.
Take out the ingredients from the large refrigerator, arrange the cucumbers, bean sprouts, black fungus and other ingredients, cut them up, and put them on a plate for later use.
On the other side is the bottom of the pot where the water is prepared to cook the live fish.
The most important thing about boiled live fish is the taste of the bottom of the pot.
When Bu Fang walked into the kitchen, the chef had already started preparing the fish.
Holding the sharp knife in his hand, he grabbed the fat fish out of the basket and prepared to scrape the scales.
Bu Fang stood at the door of the kitchen, watching lightly.
The chef's actions are methodical.
After scraping off the fish scales, those fish scales flew and splashed to the ground, making a slight sound.
Descaled, deboned, sliced fish, put into oil pan and over oiled...
The chef's series of operations are methodical.
Gulu Gulu.
A spoonful of oil was poured into the stainless steel washbasin, and the sliced cucumbers and black fungus loomed in it. Sprinkle a few green onions, and the boiled live fish dish was finished.
The chef turned around with the washbasin in his hand, just in time to see Bu Fang, and was slightly taken aback.
"Bu Fang, why are you here?"
"I'll serve the fish out to the guests, you can take care of the kitchen."
The chef said with a smile.
Then, he walked past Bu Fang and walked out of the kitchen.
Bu Fang turned his head, looked at the boiled live fish in the stainless steel basin, raised his eyebrows slightly.
Then, Bu Fang walked to the stove.
Fish scales were scattered all over the ground.
On the stove, fish bones were scattered scattered.
Bu Fang let out a breath.
Stretching out his hand, he grabbed it into the basket, and suddenly, from the basket... he caught a fat fish that was alive and kicking.
It was the fat carp brought out by the strange customer.
At this moment, the fat carp was grinning at Bu Fang.