The hut in the forest may seem dilapidated, but in fact, since it is the final test place prepared by God of Cooking for Bu Fang, many things are unusual.
Bu Fang held the kitchen knife in his hand, as if he could feel the terrifying fluctuations contained in the kitchen knife.
Compared with the keel kitchen knife in its full state, it is much more powerful.
Kitchen knives, pots, stoves... everything is very high-quality, just like the top artifacts in the universe.
God of Cooking is also very concerned about this last test, he hopes that Bu Fang can cook a top-notch delicacy.
Because only in this way can he truly be qualified to inherit the inheritance of his God of Cooking.
Therefore, what God of Cooking prepared for Bu Fang, whether it was ingredients or kitchen utensils, were all top-notch in the world.
Holding the kitchen knife, Bu Fang gradually became expressionless.
His eyes were a little deep, as if he was thinking about something.
After a long time, Bu Fang shook his head and put down the kitchen knife again.
He didn't use the kitchen utensils prepared for him by the chef.
He looked at the ingredients piled up in the distance. These ingredients exude a round atmosphere, and they are all top ingredients in the universe.
Not weaker than the ingredients of the Great Soul Master level.
Use the best ingredients and kitchen utensils to cook the best food...
The corner of Bu Fang's mouth twitched.
Take a step back.
He sat cross-legged on the ground without cooking.
Instead, he fell into deep thought.
The dishes of God of Cooking are a mixture of ruthless and sentient ways, of which the ruthless way occupies a little more.
Perhaps, it is precisely because of this that God of Cooking began to pursue a successor.
God of Cooking is on the wrong path. He may have already disappeared in the universe. Because of this, he is looking for the eternal host.
Bu Fang pondered for a long time.
He looked at everything in front of him lightly.
Then...
Those gorgeous kitchen utensils and ingredients began to change.
The original flashy top-quality ingredients have become extremely ordinary.
The original high-quality ingredients have become very mediocre.
Just like ordinary kitchen utensils used by villagers in the countryside.
From the world's top kitchen utensils and ingredients to the most common mortal ingredients and kitchen utensils in the world.
Maybe even God of Cooking doesn't understand what Bu Fang wants to do at this moment.
Bu Fang stood up, and he held the ordinary kitchen knife.
Slowly start cooking.
Cook with these simple ingredients.
A juicy Chinese cabbage was washed by Bu Fang with clean water. He peeled the cabbage slowly, as if pouring all his emotions into it.
Crack the eggs into the bowl, beat the eggs slowly with chopsticks, and watch the egg whites and egg yolks being stirred and mixed together...
The red pork was pressed on the chopping board. Bu Fang didn't use superb knife skills. Instead, he pressed the pork with his water-stained hands, and cut the pork with one knife at a time.
Slowly cut into pieces.
Everything is done in a leisurely manner, Bu Fang is not as impatient as in the past when cooking, and it is this kind of ordinary knife skills that can bring out the flavor of the ingredients to the extreme.
This is a kind of knife work poured into emotion.
All that is cut across the board and spread is the care for the ingredients.
Boom!
The white flour was poured out, and the flying dust was floating, and Bu Fang's hands became white.
Bu Fang's hands were clear, slender and fair.
Mound the flour into a packet.
Make a small hole in the middle of the flour.
Pour white water into the hole, the flour suddenly collapsed, and began to float up and down, the water surged, breaking through the flour...
Just like the water that broke a bank, it flows continuously, but halfway through the flow, it is completely absorbed by the flour and rolled into a powder ball.
Bu Fang dropped his hand.
Those water polo were pinched and burst immediately, and the flour was kneaded together.
Take it easy, knead rhythmically.
There is no Tai Chi kneading method.
There is no power of law, power of heaven...
Bu Fang is the kind of kneading dough that is not in a hurry.
Gentle is like rubbing and bathing your own child.
On the sky, there seemed to be a pair of invisible eyes, watching Bu Fang.
Perhaps it was because of the surprise at Bu Fang's cooking method.
There are top-notch ingredients and powerful kitchen utensils...
Cooking in the most mundane way...
Does Bu Fang think that cooking in an ordinary way can compare to the food cooked with the best ingredients and kitchen utensils
Bu Fang was unmoved.
Emotions swirled in his eyes.
Gradually kneading the flour into a ball, pressing down slightly with the arm, the porcelain basin made a soft sound.
What is the real chef's dish
Bu Fang used to think that... using top-quality ingredients and top-notch kitchen utensils, he could cook the top-notch delicacy.
But that time, he was wrong.
Perhaps, that time, it was the reason for his lack of strength.
With Xiaopi's help, he just cooked a fake chef's dish.
A fake word, the gap is like light-years in the universe, and it cannot be made up at all.
That step gap, Bu Fang spent five hundred years thinking and chasing it, but he couldn't go beyond it.
Bu Fang is very clear about the despair in his heart.
And when he ate the dishes of God of Cooking.
The dish cooked with the best ingredients and top kitchen utensils.
It is a dish cooked by the right time, place and people.
No fake.
But... But it didn't make Bu Fang feel amazing.
It even made him feel a little lost.
Is it true that the dishes of a real chef can only reach this level
Bu Fang began to question, and he began to reflect.
He felt that maybe his method was wrong.
Skim the glitz and cook with the most ordinary ingredients and the simplest kitchen utensils.
Form the dough into small balls.
Using a rolling pin, carefully roll the balls into pieces.
the other side.
In an ordinary clay pot, Bu Fang mixed various ingredients together and stirred them.
Food and ingredients blend together.
It was a miraculous chemical reaction, which was amazing.
Bu Fang was intoxicated by it.
Simple is true.
This might be the chef's dish that Bu Fang was after.
Quietly scoop out a spoonful of the filling and stuff it into the dough.
Bu Fang carefully wrapped the dough, layer by layer of folds very carefully.
While Bu Fang was making dumplings, his eyes were wandering.
In the chaotic eyes, every bit of five hundred years appeared in front of his eyes.
Five hundred years, for Bu Fang, he spent most of his life in it.
Even on Earth, in the Qianlong Continent, in the Immortal Kitchen World, in the Chaos Universe... the days spent are not as long as five hundred years.
And these five hundred years, for Bu Fang, is a kind of precipitation of state of mind.
Sometimes he misses his old friends, and sometimes he misses the positive mood and mentality he had when he first stepped into cooking.
At that time, he was small and fearless.
But it was this kind of fearlessness that made him feel slightly amused.
There are more and more dumplings on the grate on the stove, and after a while, they are full.
Bu Fang stopped.
There are no more dumpling wrappers, and the dumpling stuffing is finished.
However, he only felt that it was only a moment.
Bu Fang raised his hand and rubbed his nose.
On the nose, a little pink and white suddenly appeared.
Pack the dumplings, spread the white gauze underneath, and put the dumplings one by one.
Bu Fang covered with a layer of steamer.
There is a large pile of freshly split firewood behind the stove.
It's like splitting good firewood alone in the mountains at the beginning.
Put the firewood in the stove.
The fire was lit.
boom!
The fire suddenly shot up into the sky, it was a simple fire.
Nothing flashy, no diffused energy.
The fire was burning, and he blew into the stove, the black smoke spread, and Bu Fang coughed a few times, choking.
And the fire was lit.
There are two pots on the stove, both of which are ordinary pots.
One pot is for steaming dumplings, and the other is for cooking other delicacies.
Zizizi...
Oil juice poured into the pot and started to splash.
Bu Fang poured the processed ingredients into it.
Chi Chi Chi!
White air came out, it was the water vapor blown out by the oil juice.
Holding an ordinary spoon, start stir frying.
The ingredients began to turn golden, and the fragrance flowed out like gurgling water.
Stir fry the pan, and the ingredients are flying in the pan.
Then, scoop out the steaming dishes.
Rich fragrance, refreshing.
Bu Fang took a deep breath.
It felt like his heart was going to melt. It was the first time he had a dish after so many years of cooking, which made him so intoxicated.
Crash.
Put a strip of noodles into the pot.
The noodles began to soften, tossing in the boiling water.
The strips of noodles are very slender.
This kind of noodles is the dragon beard noodles that Bu Fang used to cook in pots.
Longxu Noodles are also called Longevity Noodles, and Bu Fang feels that he wants to cook them for no reason at this moment.
In a blue and white porcelain bowl, Bu Fang poured the sauce into it, vinegar, soy sauce, chopped green onion, and other seasonings were poured into it by him.
Wait until the longxu noodles are boiling.
Scoop out the tumbling dragon whiskers noodles in the pot and pour them into bowls.
Bu Fang's eyes were complicated.
He seems to think of the dragon beard noodles that his parents cooked for him on his birthday when he was a child.
There is no birthday cake, only a dragon beard noodles.
A simple bowl of noodles contains the care of his parents and wishes for him to grow up healthily.
Take a breath.
Bu Fang's hands that were scooping up the noodles trembled slightly.
Gulu Gulu.
The dumplings in the steamer were cooked.
Bu Fang took the steamer out of the pot.
placed on the stove.
White gas was constantly coming out of the steamer.
Bu Fang opened the lid of the steamer, and white air surged out like a dragon.
White and tender dumplings, exuding heat, were placed among them.
Bu Fang took out the dumplings one by one, as if arranging them into a group of blooming flowers.
In the center of the flower is the sauce he prepared...
In this way, his dishes are cooked.
One serving of steamed dumplings, one bowl of longevity noodles, one fried egg, and one dish of fried pork.
Four courses, simple and simple.
Bu Fang took out the blue and white porcelain bowl, scooped up a bowl of fragrant white rice with crystal grains.
So far...
His dishes are thoroughly cooked.
There are no gorgeous ingredients, no earth-shattering kitchen utensils.
A simple and ordinary dish, but five hundred years of Bu Fang's feelings and emotions have been poured into it.
The ordinary reveals the extraordinary.
This was Bu Fang's final assessment of God of Cooking and the decision he made.
Cabin in the woods.
Bu Fang brought out the dishes and placed them on the table.
There are also dishes cooked by God of Cooking on the table, which are full of brilliance and dazzling.
But when Bu Fang put the dishes on the table, the radiant dishes of God of Cooking suddenly became dim...
"My cooking is over, please taste."
Bu Fang placed the rice on the table, put the spoon and chopsticks in place, and said calmly.
The voice lingered in the cabin, so confident, so loud.
final assessment.
A plate of side dishes, a plate of steamed dumplings, a bowl of longxu noodles, and a fried egg.
A bowl of white rice, that's all.