As a chef, Bu Fang has absolute confidence in his dishes.
If these exiles don't eat it, they will eat it themselves.
Bu Fang stretched out his hand, holding a soft red bean paste bun. This red bean paste bun is in the shape of a little fox. It is white and tender, pink, and where the eyes are, Bu Fang dripped a drop of honey juice, so it became very crystal clear. , as if piercing.
In the distance, the little fox lying on Xiaobai's shoulder also babbled, his eyes widened, staring at the lifelike little fox in Bu Fang's hands, as if he was about to come alive.
There seems to be some doubts.
Xiaohu looked at it seriously, he had to take a closer look to see if the big brother in Bu Fang's hands was trying to compete with him.
suddenly.
The little fox was stunned.
Because, Bu Fang grabbed the bean paste bag and tore it apart violently.
Pooh!
The red bean paste bag was torn apart, the soft surface was extremely fluffy, like cotton, and there were small air holes inside, exuding a strong heat.
Colorful brilliance emerged from the bean paste buns torn apart by Bu Fang.
Rays of brilliance flowed indefinitely, crystal clear and bright.
The little fox was suddenly taken aback.
Rolling and crawling on Xiaobai's shoulders, finally hugging Xiaobai's head tightly, trembling.
It's too scary, the big brother who competed with him was torn apart like this!
Moreover, he was eaten by Bu Fang...
This world is too scary!
Do good-looking foxes have to be eaten
Xiaohu couldn't help feeling sad for herself, it seemed that she still had to keep a distance from Bu Fang.
Bu Fang grabbed the bean paste bag and took a deep breath.
The strong smell of bean paste swarmed out of it and penetrated into Bu Fang's nose.
That feeling is wonderful.
Just by smelling the scent, Bu Fang could feel the majestic power contained in the bean paste...
The power of all kinds of laws, even the power of the soul demon is contained in it, which is very strange.
Is this the beans that Niu Hansan mentioned
Bu Fang narrowed his eyes slightly.
He closed his eyes and stuffed the bean paste bag into his mouth.
The mouth bites down.
The first thing to bite is the soft bun skin, which is made of exquisite Shenmai, not only soft and fragrant, but also has the ultimate sweet and greasy fragrance.
The entrance is silky.
Further down, there is bean paste...
The colorful red bean paste is sticky but not sticky to the teeth.
Bite down, there is a rustling feeling, and the sweet and greasy taste bursts out instantly. This kind of sweet and greasy is just the right amount of sweet and greasy, like running water, flowing slowly, soaking into the heart.
Bu Fang enjoyed this taste very much.
A mouthful of red bean paste.
The whole person seems to have been sublimated.
An invisible energy flowed rapidly, drilling in Bu Fang's body.
Suddenly, Bu Fang opened his eyes, raised his hand, and glanced at his arm. On his arm, the power of the curse that was originally drilled began to be slowly suppressed.
The various energies contained in the bean paste are a huge torture to the power of the curse.
Pooh!
The power of the curse was compressed as if huddled in a corner, motionless.
This was unexpected by Bu Fang.
The bean paste buns actually suppressed the power of the curse.
This was a pleasant surprise. The appearance of this point made Bu Fang more confident.
Perhaps, this bean paste bun can really find a breakthrough in a desperate situation, and tear the breakthrough fiercely, tearing out a huge hole!
Stuffing the whole bean paste bun into his mouth, the corner of Bu Fang's mouth twitched slightly.
far away.
That man, with his hands behind his back, seemed to look down on the world.
He has it all, and he is bound to win.
The cook who fights against him will definitely lose.
How did the latter win? Just rely on that inexplicable bun
hehe…
The man sneered.
Those who were exiled frantically pursued his delicious food, even for this, they were willing to die.
So what reason do they have to go to the buns
Then Baozi, what qualifications does he have to attract these exiled people? !
No one is optimistic about Bu Fang, because this is not a fair matchup.
The queen's purpose was to completely destroy the cook.
The cursed dragon on the man's wooden cart continued to rise, and it had already broken through to thirty feet. If it continued, Bu Fang basically had no possibility.
With a thousand people, the height of the cursed dragon is only one hundred feet. If one side exceeds fifty feet, there is basically no suspense about the outcome.
It is impossible for Bu Fang to fight back.
Even, Fang Fang wanted to obtain the power of the curse at this step...he couldn't do it at all.
In the Colosseum, the nobles who looked at the picture were all laughing.
Their only expectation and excitement now is to watch the cook fail, and finally be completely exiled by the Queen, with his soul taken away and sealed forever.
However, the cook seemed very calm.
He was actually eating buns leisurely.
In the city of nothingness, no one knows how to eat food, because Her Majesty the Queen hates cooks, so these nobles have not eaten food for a long time.
Those who can eat food, only those backward and disgusting reptiles in Dingcheng District will eat it.
At their level, there is no problem at all if they don't eat. Even if they don't eat for ten thousand years, it will not affect any of their strength.
…
After Bu Fang finished eating a red bean paste bun, the feeling of fullness made him a little happy.
Sometimes happiness is as simple as eating a bun or even drinking a glass of water.
Bu Fang's wooden cart was empty, and no exiles came.
Everyone was like a mad dog that had been hungry for countless years, chasing the man's wooden car, kneeling and licking frantically.
Even the dark food dripping and splashing on the ground has become the object of countless people scrambling for it.
But maybe it's because it's too crowded.
Some people didn't grab the dark dishes, their eyes were red, and they piled up under the car crazily.
There were even brawls and fights.
Terrifying energy roared up.
Some of the weaker ones were directly beaten into the air and fell into the distance, and some were even more ferocious.
The man watched this scene indifferently.
Those nobles laughed wildly. All of this, in their view, seemed to be a farce.
Bu Fang frowned and looked at these people.
suddenly.
Bu Fang grabbed a bean paste bun and stepped out.
The figure actually fell directly from the wooden cart.
That unrestrained appearance made many people stunned.
What is this guy going to do
Is this cook crazy
Bu Fang landed, stepped on the cold ground, and walked towards the distance step by step.
Soon, they came before the crowded crowd.
on the wooden cart.
The man looked at Bu Fang coldly, condescending, with disdain and arrogance in his eyes.
Bu Fang nodded towards the man expressionlessly.
He grabbed a bean paste bag, walked to the side of an exiled person who was beaten into the air, and patted that person's shoulder lightly.
The man raised his head abruptly, staring at Bu Fang with red eyes.
"I want to eat... I want to eat!!"
The exiled man grabbed Bu Fang's hand and said crazily.
"Delicious."
Bu Fang nodded.
With one flick.
Immediately, the bean paste bun was stuffed into the man's mouth.
Um
The man's face suddenly changed.
Subconsciously thinking that he had eaten the dark food, his face suddenly became ecstatic.
blah blah...
Bite down one bite at a time.
Crazy chewing.
After a while, the man's chewing speed became slower and slower.
Eyes are becoming dull...
blah blah...
Well…
This smell... why is it weird
The exiled man glanced at Bu Fang.
Bu Fang patted his shoulder, then twitched the corner of his mouth.
With his hands behind his back, he walked towards his wooden cart in such a buoyant manner.
The speed of the exile's chewing became faster again.
Delicious... that's for sure!
That sweet taste made this person who had been exiled in the city of nothingness for countless years feel a little throbbing.
That heart, which was like a pool of stagnant water, shrank suddenly, as if infinite and majestic vitality swarmed out.
This is a long-lost taste.
The man glanced at his arm.
The power of the curse on the wrist began to surge continuously.
The power of the curse that was ferocious like a poisonous snake tormenting him every day, actually began to melt like ice and snow under this bun...
It's a real melting, not a slow suicide that is suppressed like eating dark dishes...!
This feeling is unprecedentedly refreshing, as if the spring breeze in March blows over the body.
comfortable!
The exiled man turned his head to look at Bu Fang's wooden cart without hesitation.
Then... rolling and crawling, he rushed towards the wooden cart like crazy!
Eat... He still wants to eat!
This man was really crazy, he rushed to Bu Fang's wooden cart in an instant, his eyes were full of longing, that kind of longing was a kind of hope that the long drought would meet the nectar.
Bu Fang flicked his fingers.
A bean paste bun in the shape of a little white rabbit flew into the man's hand.
The man, with dirty and dark hands, was holding the white and tender red bean paste bun, as if holding a hope, carefully.
The warm bean paste buns made him feel a long-lost warmth.
There were black handprints on the white bean paste buns, but the man didn't care at all.
Grabbed the bean paste bun and took a bite.
Heat, colorful lights...
enveloped him.
The man felt as if he had been born again.
Tears flowed from the eyes and splashed on the ground...
One bite, two bites, three bites...
He stuffed the whole bean paste bun into his mouth.
The man knelt down on the ground with a plop, tears gushing like a fountain...
The power of the curse was almost wiped out.
The darkness that originally shrouded that person disappeared in an instant...
Moved, tears kept flowing out.
He raised his head and opened his mouth to let out a roar, which was a roar of excitement.
Um
There are too many things contained in this roar...
Maybe he was a villain countless years ago, maybe he did something unforgivable thousands of years ago, which made his universe abandon him.
However, in a bean paste bun just now, he felt the meaning of his life.
far away.
The exiles who knelt frantically in front of the wooden cart carrying the dark dishes were all attracted by this roar.
The madness seems to have diminished a lot.
Many people turned their heads cautiously and looked at the only exiled person kneeling in front of Bu Fang's wooden cart.
The man burst into tears, and the man... had sunshine flowing from his body.
On Bu Fang's wooden cart, a ray of curse power surged out.
Seeing the power of the curse, Bu Fang twitched his mouth slightly.
"Miracle... from now on."
Bu Fang murmured.
The appearance of this ray of curse power brought about a burst of madness!
The nobles were stunned.
Earl Xiaqiu was also shocked.
Xiaoyou was very calm, but the lady's eyes also shrank.
As the Duke of Jiacheng District, she may not be able to understand the madness of these exiles towards dark cooking, but she knows that this cook can actually obtain a ray of curse power from dark cooking.
This cook... has something!
The man's eyes froze.
This cook... was able to steal food from his dark cooking
The old man outside was also stunned.
It seems to feel a little incredible.
hum...
The power of the curse dissipated from the exiled man kneeling in front of Bu Fang's chariot.
The other exiled people stared at the man for a moment.
It seems that there is a wave rushing through their bodies like a tide...
Roar!
The next moment.
There was a deafening sound from the entire Colosseum! !
The exiled man rushed up crazily, and rushed towards Bu Fang's wooden cart like crazy...
Miracles... are about to begin.