Bu Fang covered his mouth.
It turns out... that food is cooked like this.
The ingredients turned out to be bugs from the cursed river...
Bu Fang has never seen such a simple and brutal cooking method...
As a chef who loves good food, Bu Fang is a bit of a clean freak. He likes to be clean, just like that man did before.
But…
The contrast that the man showed in the end was really too great.
The worm crawled on his arm, and the scalp-tingling and creepy feeling it gave when it squirmed made Bu Fang feel a little depressed.
Roar!
Outside the kitchen, there were roars, and those roars came from the thousand exiles who were selected in Dingcheng District.
Bu Fang has seen the enthusiasm and madness of those exiles for this dark cuisine.
From the very beginning, this culinary competition was unfair.
Bu Fang stood on the side that was absolutely crushed.
At this moment, Bu Fang was a little stunned by the violent shock, and he was still reminiscing about the nausea of the dark cooking.
certainly…
Bu Fang couldn't think for a while, what kind of dishes and delicacies could be used to win this kind of dark cuisine.
Let the exiles in Dingcheng District who have already been attracted by this dark cuisine choose his cuisine.
…
"I lost."
The crooked old man had tears in his eyes, looking at the picture, he could empathize with Bu Fang's confusion in the picture.
Once upon a time, he was also so confused, and then, he failed completely and lost completely.
Looking at the man, the stooped old man's complexion was extremely complicated.
This is him, he used to be...
That was his past. However, he was imprisoned by the cursed queen and sealed in this death pass, life after life...
curse the queen...
The stooped old man clenched his fists.
However, a black curse sprang up, making his whole body in excruciating pain and convulsions.
…
"Ouch..."
"This food...is disgusting, only the disgusting reptiles in Dingcheng District will eat this stuff."
"This is the queen's reward to them. They can suppress the curse. They should be grateful!"
The nobles also saw the man's cooking, and their complexions changed. Some nobles directly covered their lips, showing ugly expressions.
Indeed... This kind of cooking has a huge impact on them.
Although they have long known the cooking of this food.
However, every time they look at it, they will feel a kind of nausea rolling out from deep inside their bodies.
This is why they look down on people in Dingcheng District.
In their view, people in Dingcheng District who eat this kind of food are ants and reptiles...
"Although it's disgusting, there's no doubt... this food, this cook can't win!"
Some nobles shook their heads with a smile, although they lost the bet.
But it does not prevent them from continuing to win back in the next bet.
This bet was also initiated by Earl Xiaqiu, and the choice of bet came from both the winner and the loser.
On the question of whether Fang can win in the end.
There is no doubt that these nobles will lose if they all press down.
Nobody can beat this kind of food…
This is the temptation from the soul level, like poison, making the reptiles in Dingcheng District fall in love with it like crazy.
Xiaoyou was very indifferent, she looked at Bu Fang, her expression did not change.
As if nothing could cause her face to change, she had already become indifferent to everything.
The lady was smiling, full of interest.
"I'm looking forward to how this little guy will deal with it. If he can't deal with it... then life would be worse than death."
The lady chuckled.
What kind of food should Bu Fang choose to cook
No one knew Bu Fang's choice.
Although they are not chefs, if they put themselves in their shoes and think about it, in that situation, they can only despair.
Those people were attracted by this kind of dark cuisine, and they couldn't do it if they wanted to snatch food from the tiger's mouth.
Bu Fang also felt tremendous pressure.
The appearance of this dark dish was something he never expected.
Bu Fang had tasted a sip of that stuff, but after just a sip, Bu Fang didn't dare to taste more.
It's a kind of food that acts on the soul level, something that can drive those people crazy.
It was a dark dish for Bu Fang, but for the exiled people in Dingcheng District, it might be a real delicacy.
It's really hard to change an inherent impression.
Habits are the worst.
Not to mention the crazy habit, the kind of brainless habit.
From the start, if you choose to cook, you are doomed.
Bu Fang frowned, thinking carefully, he had to think of a countermeasure.
Actually, there are no absolutes in cooking.
It was a question of whether Bu Fang could think of it.
Touched his chin.
Bu Fang's mind moved, and with a buzzing sound, he sank into the pastoral world.
When the wind blows the grass, the cattle and sheep are low.
The pastoral world is as beautiful as ever.
Quiet and laid back.
Niu Hansan was lying on the couch, sleeping soundly with the comfortable wind blowing.
The appearance of Bu Fang made him wake up involuntarily.
As the father of crossbreeding, Niu Hansan, Bu Fang felt that he might have a better way to deal with dark dishes. After all, this guy might be a coquettish guy who put all the power of heaven into the ingredients.
Therefore, Bu Fang talked to Niu Hansan about the current situation.
"Is there still such an operation? How dare you use dark cooking in front of Boss Bu?"
Niu Hansan was a little shocked.
Niu Hansan stood up and walked back and forth in front of the wooden house.
Bu Fang also thought about the solution.
suddenly.
Niu Hansan slapped his fist violently.
"Boss Bu! The reason why those exiled people like that dark cuisine...why?"
"Isn't it because the dark cuisine can suppress their curse? Although it is a slow suicide poison... But these exiled people should not be weak in cultivation, it is impossible not to sense it..."
"So, Lao Niu, I think, Boss Bu, don't think so much, just break it with brute force! Just make a delicacy that can break the curse on these people!"
Niu Han three ways.
The eyes brightened for a while.
"For dark cuisine, use absolute gourmet food... completely crushed!"
Niu Han three ways.
Afterwards, the guy twisted his butt and got into the hut.
After a while, he handed a bag to Bu Fang.
Bu Fang was taken aback, and took the bag. Inside the bag were beans.
The round beans have different colors, with various colors.
"What's this?"
Bu Fang was puzzled.
"Boss Bu... This is Lao Niu's latest masterpiece! Among these beans, each of these beans is fused with the power of heaven, law, soul demon... the power of curse and so on!"
Niu Hansan rubbed his hands.
"I wanted to study together when Boss Bu was free, so I'll give you this bean now..."
"This is the best food!"
Niu Han believes in the Three Selfs.
His title as the father of crossbreeding is not for nothing.
Bu Fang threw a lot of things into the pastoral world. With the improvement of Bu Fang's strength, all kinds of exotic ingredients were thrown in.
In addition to being eaten by Bu Fang, there are many other ingredients that have been used and researched by Niu Hansan.
Bu Fang raised his eyebrows and glanced at Niu Hansan.
This guy... really is a different kind of cow.
Are the different forces of the various universes fused together
Hodgepodge
Say yes, but it's not, because this kind of hodgepodge is just a hodgepodge of strength, and the ingredients... are just one kind.
Bu Fang nodded, suddenly feeling a little hopeful in his heart.
As Niu Hansan said.
One force down ten will!
No matter what method he uses, just break it with force!
Bu Fang's fingers poked through the beans, and the seven-colored beans made Bu Fang involuntarily look forward to it.
"gone."
Bu Fang Road.
The next moment, he left the pastoral world.
Niu Hansan raised his feet and hummed leisurely.
The father of crossbreeding... awesome!
…
Bu Fang is back.
He opened his eyes, and suddenly there was a bag of beans in his hand.
The bamboo hats inside are colorful.
Bu Fang stared at the man in the distance.
The latter's dark cooking is almost complete.
Bu Fang let out a breath and did not hesitate any longer.
He poured out all the beans, and the crashing beans fell into the blue and white porcelain bowl, soaking them in the spring of life.
boom!
suddenly.
There was a sound in the air, and Bu Fang took out the dark and heavy basalt pot.
What he is going to do this time is about beans... There is no doubt that he has a choice in his mind!
The roar of Xuanwu's tortoise resounded throughout, making Bu Fang's aura keep rising steadily.
His eyes froze.
With a flick of the fingers, the divine fire jumped out immediately, and the crimson divine fire fell under the basalt pot.
Bu Fang put all the beans into the pot and cooked them.
Gulu Gulu.
The colorful beans are boiling, each one is tumbling.
The divine fire penetrated into the beans.
Soon, a thread of fire danced in the center of each bean.
After a while, the heat was rising.
Bu Fang poured out the water.
With a clatter, the Qitian spoon spun in his hand, and even spun around his wrist for a circle.
rattling.
Bu Fang pressed the Qitian spoon into the pot, and smashed all the cooked beans until they were smashed.
A piece of pure white gauze fell into Bu Fang's hands, wrapped the smashed beans, squeezed them violently, and squeezed out all the bean paste...
At this moment, the food that Bu Fang wants to cook has basically taken shape.
The slightly viscous red bean paste was poured into the pot by Bu Fang. The red bean paste was of different colors, showing seven colors, but it was like flowing water, which was a little charming to the eyes.
Heated by the red fire, Bu Fang fried the water in the bean paste to dry up.
Different from the man's pure black food, Bu Fang's seven-color bean paste looks more beautiful.
but…
The people outside the kitchen were not interested in Bu Fang's bean paste at all, and roared greedily at the man's food like crazy.
Bu Fang stabilized his mind, neither pleased with things nor sad with himself.
Seriously cook the food in your hands.
It is a long process to fry the moisture of dried bean paste.
Moreover, it is necessary to use a slow fire and stir fry without rush.
This is somewhat similar to the cooking of the man on the opposite side. The man also uses a slow fire, stirring slowly until the food becomes sticky.
after a long time.
Bu Fang added honey juice and oil juice to the fried bean paste...
The palm was covered with energy, and suddenly fell into the pot, taking out the bean paste.
hum...
The bean paste spun in Bu Fang's hands, turning into a spinning colorful ball.
Gentle, luxurious, charming eyes.
Let the bean paste be suspended in the air.
Bu Fang breathed out an icy breath, causing the bean paste to freeze.
On the other side, start kneading flour...
The process of making noodles is really too skilled for Bu Fang.
The dough fluttered and turned into a ball, suspended in the air, echoing the colorful bean paste balls.
far away.
The man has finished cooking.
rumbling...
He poured the food in the glazed pot into the black pot on the wooden cart, and the hot air boiled and gushed over the black pot.
And he took out a clean white cloth and wiped his hands.
Little by little, very careful and fine wiping.
After a while, it was wiped clean.
The man's dish is finished.
Outside the kitchen, those exiled people are completely crazy...
They all crowded at the door, pounding on the kitchen door, making it seem like the kitchen door was about to be rushed open!
Bu's expression was indifferent, and he glanced at everything outside the door without changing his expression.
He kneaded the flour, taking no time to rush, wrapping the buns like a Buddha...
That's right, what Bu Fang is going to do this time... is bean paste buns.
Bu Fang's hands were slender and fair, very flexible.
The flour was flying, and the colorful bean paste was wrapped. After kneading, it quickly turned into various shapes.
There are cute little rabbits, cute little sheep, and even Bu Fang made red bean paste buns in the image of little fox and little skin.
This kind of casual cooking stunned a group of people.
Many people thought that Bu Fang chose to give up and give up on himself.
A basket of bean paste buns was pushed into the steamer by Bu Fang.
Bu Fang was also looking forward to what would happen when these bean paste buns came out of the cage.
A dark dish with a slanted sword
That being the case, let yourself have a head-to-head collision with cute and small red bean paste buns.
boom! ! !
Bu Fang snapped his fingers.
Under the steamer, the fire is soaring into the sky!