The steamer under the firelight is evaporating the glow, as if there are seven colors of light, brewing and circulating in the steamer, ready to burst into thousands of brilliance at any time.
This steamer was conveyed to everyone's eyes through the picture of the Colosseum.
The nobles all sneered, they had witnessed the picture of Bu Fang pinching the bean paste buns before.
This cook, I'm afraid he has given up on himself.
Knead out the shape of a rabbit, and also pinch out the shape of a little fox...
Why the hell don't you make a shape of Xiang? !
You're messing around anyway...
They have been slapped in the face by Bu Fang time and time again, but they are extremely persistent about this last time, because they feel that this... Bu Fang has no chance of winning.
As a noble in Bingcheng District.
In fact, among the four districts of A, B, C and D, only Dingcheng District is an exception.
Dingcheng District is an inferior urban area, and the people in it are all lowly outcasts.
Those people, who have been corrupted and tortured by the curse, just need that kind of food to suppress the pain caused by the curse.
That kind of food... no matter how disgusting it is, it can't hide being the food that those people dream of.
What's more, for the exiles, the food... is not bad.
So, why did Bu Fang win
Compared with the chefs of the Void City, Bu Fang is not on the same level at all.
The outcome of victory and defeat also naturally became simple and clear.
Those people in Dingcheng District will definitely not take a look at Bu Fang's food...
That's right... just don't even look at it!
In the eyes of those lowly people, only the food made from the worms in the cursed river can arouse their appetite.
Bu Fang did it casually and happily.
The firelight shrouded it, causing colors to dance on his face.
Cooking is a happy thing, and tasting delicious food is also a happy thing. Why do you have to restrict yourself so much
Bu Fang thought so in his heart.
As soon as he thought of this, his thoughts became somewhat clear.
gurgling...
The water vapor evaporated.
The power of life in the fountain of life dissipated into the air one after another, as if purifying everything.
The flame gradually dimmed.
In the end, only a flame like a fire lotus was left burning.
After burning for a while, the flame disappeared and completely dissipated.
It turned into a thread of fire and wrapped around Bu Fang's fingertips.
"Colorful Dream Bean Paste Buns... Done."
The corner of Bu Fang's mouth twitched slightly.
It seems that I am more satisfied with the cooking this time.
There was an uproar.
Bu Fang's cooking is complete, which means that the next step is the real competition...
Can you win
That must be... Definitely lose!
The nobles all sneered, they had no hope for Bu Fang at all.
certainly…
They are also betting on Bu Fang to lose.
Moreover, some nobles suppressed all their wealth.
After all, for thousands of years, it is very exciting to have such a gamble.
The man glanced at Bu Fang with deep meaning in his eyes.
The next moment, the man jumped onto the wooden cart.
At that moment, Bu Fang was in a daze.
Um
Bu Fang was taken aback for a moment, and felt that this man was somewhat familiar, similar to the stooped old man.
Is there any necessary connection between the two
In other words, this man is a young old man
But why are the young old and the crooked old separated
Bu Fang suddenly realized that this should be the curse that the Queen of Curses said... and the seal from generation to generation.
The rickety old man is also a person with a story.
No wonder the latter always told Bu Fang not to choose cooking, the original reason was here.
An old man is a wounded man.
rumbling...
With the end of Bu Fang's cooking.
There seems to be a strange will in the void, pulling Bu Fang.
Bu Fang opened the steamer and took out a round blue and white porcelain plate.
As soon as the steamer was opened, waves of hot air rushed into the sky.
Bu Fang grabbed the chopsticks and carefully took the bean paste out.
Each bean paste bun was lifelike, as if it had come to life. It seemed that as long as Bu Fang put eyes on the bean paste bun animals, those animals could be given life.
This feeling is very mysterious, like the feeling of a creator.
Of course, Bu Fang would not be obsessed with this feeling.
A little sauce was ordered on top of these bean paste buns.
There was a bang from those bean paste buns, and the power of various laws permeated, as if they had various forms.
Some red bean paste buns linger with a peaceful atmosphere.
Some red bean paste buns have a killing atmosphere.
There are even bean paste buns, spreading curses...
All in all, this is a basket of bean paste buns with a difference!
The white and pink surface of the red bean paste buns made Bu Fang look hungry.
The pervasive taste of bean paste made Bu Fang want to close his eyes and feel the sweet taste...
Bu Fang licked his lips, a little excited, a little enjoying...
The food you cook yourself is good no matter what.
boom!
The kitchen door was opened.
One by one, the exiles frantically rushed into the kitchen.
However, they were struck by a mysterious force, and they all flew upside down.
The same is true even if there are great saints among these people.
They flew upside down one by one, fell down and gnawed on the mud, but when they turned over, they rushed over greedily again.
"I want to eat! I want to eat!"
"Eat me quickly! I can't take it anymore..."
"I want food!"
…
The exiled people, like crazy, this picture is quite shocking.
At least, for those nobles, this kind of picture is hard to see, and it impacts their hearts.
Earl Xiaqiu is okay, she occasionally passes by Dingcheng District, and she can see this kind of scene.
As for the other nobles, they have never experienced such a scene.
It's hard for them to understand this kind of madness.
"These filthy bastards..."
"Despicable... Nervous! They have been smoothed and lost their basic rights as human beings!"
"These reptiles... deserve to be exiled!"
The nobles shouted frantically, they scolded and cursed, the feeling of superiority made them obsessed.
The City of Nothingness is such a realistic place.
For some, this is heaven, but for the exiles, it is hell.
Some exiles once chose to revolt, but they cursed the Queen for suppressing it. The so-called rebellion was a joke, and it was wiped out with a backhand...
rumbling...
The figure of the cursed queen re-condensed.
That noble woman sitting on the throne.
The long and narrow legs are raised, and the slender and straight legs exude a noble atmosphere.
Although it is composed of light spots, it gives people the feeling that it is really close at hand...
"Everyone back down."
The queen's cold voice resounded.
The next moment, those exiled people froze one after another. They, who were originally crazy, knelt down on the ground, not daring to move.
The queen's aura made these exiled people terrified.
"Even if you are the most humble exiles, you still belong to my city of nothingness. Maintain order and don't lose the face of my city of nothingness... Those who violate it will be obliterated."
The cursed queen said coldly.
Words fell.
An exiled person who was waiting for an opportunity to pounce on the wooden cart, pounced on the dark cooking, suddenly had his head shattered, and was completely corroded into slag by the curse...
One person died, and the queen moved a person from Dingcheng District.
This time, no one dared to be presumptuous.
"Both of you, promote your own dishes... There are a thousand people here, and they will comment on your dishes. For every prisoner, the curse power on your wooden cart will increase a little... Finally, with wooden The one with the highest curse power in the car wins."
The Cursed Queen said lightly.
Rules are announced.
The man smiled lightly and didn't care.
publicity? His dishes... need no publicity.
Bu Fang also squinted his eyes, with his hands behind his back, as motionless as a mountain.
What is propaganda? He has no such concept.
He is... confident in his dishes.
Once this rule comes out.
The nobles are also ready to move.
They shouted excitedly one after another!
Xiaoyou's face was indifferent, and the expression in her eyeballs didn't even move the slightest.
Earl Xiaqiu was very interested.
The noble lady also watched with great interest.
The stooped old man stared blankly at the picture, his eyes were full of despair.
win
how to win
There is no possibility or hope of winning at all...
It's over, it's over.
Bu Fang must die.
The stooped old man let out a long sigh.
…
"Now... let's start the party."
The queen's words resounded.
Then...
The whole picture boiled.
Those exiled people who were covered with the power of the curse and showed madness on their faces sped towards the wooden cart like crazy.
Everyone was shocked and stared at the screen.
However, the next moment, everything presented on the screen made them all laugh out loud.
Everything... was not beyond their expectations.
It hasn't even started...it's over!
A thousand exiled people frantically rushed towards the wooden cart where the man was.
The noise was deafening, and the screen suddenly became very crowded.
The man smiled lightly.
Hands down.
With a wave of his hand, countless dilapidated porcelain bowls rushed out.
Pour those sticky dark ingredients into the bowl spoon by spoon.
So what if the ingredients are dirty
Even if the cooking method is simple and rude... so what
These people have been eating his food for tens of thousands of years, so how could he fail so easily because of Bu Fang's appearance.
The only one who can defeat him is himself!
The man's self-confidence almost went out of the sky.
Ha ha ha ha!
Those people grabbed the bowl and frantically poured the food in the bowl into their mouths.
Some people can't wait to grab food and stuff it into their mouths.
That eating appearance, all living beings are in various states.
One, two, three...
On the man's wooden cart, there seemed to be a terrifying roar of beasts resounding.
Afterwards, the power of a curse in the form of a black dragon continued to increase, and infinite aura erupted from behind the man.
One foot, two feet, three feet...
The power of the curse quickly soared into the sky, rising continuously.
The man stood confidently under the pillar of curse, as if looking down on the world.
The crooked old man looked at his former self with a bitter expression on his face.
Maybe the former self didn't even know that he had been sealed in this death gate, life after life.
He can only appear unless someone breaks through the death level and has to break through the third level.
Otherwise, he can only wander in endless darkness forever.
So... what are you bragging about
The rickety old man felt a little sad for no reason.
Five feet, six feet...
The pillar of curse behind the man quickly broke through ten feet.
More and more people chose his dark cooking, breaking through 300 people at once.
In contrast, Bu Fang's wooden cart.
It was very quiet.
You can even drop sparrows.
Not a single exile...
The contrast is strong, the contrast is enormous.
Bu Fang didn't even get a ray of Cursed Pillar.
"Is it worth comparing? It's too miserable..."
A nobleman said with a smile, he was a little gloating.
Sure enough, Her Lady Queen hates cooks the most, and this way, the blow to cooks is the most extreme.
The delicacies you carefully cook are actually nothing compared to the dark dishes made with the bugs from the bottom of the cursed river in the city of nothingness...
This blow will definitely make the self-important cook despair.
Wasn't that the old man who lost his faith after being hit like this
It seems that this young man... is going to make the same mistakes again.
In everyone's eyes, Bu Fang must lose.
Xiaoyou's eyes flickered.
The lady shook her head with a chuckle, feeling a little regretful and pity.
Earl Xiaqiu looked disappointed.
In fact, she really hoped that Bu Fang would succeed. That man failed back then... She didn't want this young man to repeat the same mistakes as that man.
After all... Earl Xiaqiu saw the figure of the man back then on Bu Fang.
Are you really going to lose
Standing in front of the wooden cart, Bu Fang frowned slightly.
Look at that crazy group of outcasts.
Bu Fang grabbed a red bean paste bag with his clean hands...
Gently pinch and tear to the sides...
boom! ! ! !
Colorful beams of light surged out of the bean paste buns in an instant...
If you don't eat it, then I will...
Bu Fang pouted.