A simple table dish.
Ordinary and ordinary, but extraordinary in the ordinary.
To be able to suppress it, the chef's dishes on the table did not look gloomy at all!
That is the dish of the kitchen god, the dish cooked with the top ingredients and the most precious kitchen utensils in the world.
Compared with ordinary dishes, it is almost the same day, one place...
Bu Fang raised his hand and made a gesture of invitation.
thereafter.
In the void, a little white light began to gather rapidly, and soon, a figure gathered.
The figure fell on the dining table and sat on the chair.
The figure was very blurry, exactly the same as the figure Bu Fang saw in the darkness before.
It is God of Cooking.
God of Cooking did not speak. He appeared this time and was only in charge of the assessment, so he did not speak.
Bu Fang also pulled out the chair, sat down, and watched lightly.
He didn't care about this life-and-death assessment, and he wasn't even nervous at all.
There is only calmness and calmness in the heart. This feeling is amazing.
This is the last test.
But it was even calmer than the first assessment.
Or, this is the transformation of mentality.
God of Cooking grabbed the chopsticks.
On the hazy head of the fog, the face cannot be seen clearly.
The chopsticks fell and picked up a steamed dumpling.
The steamed dumplings exude heat, and the dumpling skins are crystal clear. Under the light, the dumpling fillings inside are reflected.
Very ordinary dumplings.
From the outside, there is nothing unusual about it.
God of Cooking opened his mouth and took a bite of the dumpling.
With one bite, the hot air slid out like silk and spread into the air.
The dumpling filling tastes delicious, the juicy cabbage is full of moisture, and the meat filling is also full of chewiness.
but…
These are not the most important.
After the God of Cooking took a bite of the dumpling, his body froze for a moment.
after a long time.
It was the leisurely sigh.
The dumplings are stained with sauce, and the taste is more fragrant.
A plate of dumplings, nine dumplings, God of Cooking ate them all one bite at a time.
The ordinary dishes made him unable to control his hand, and he stuffed it into his mouth completely.
This feeling…
How many years has he not felt it
I finished eating the dumplings.
The God of Cooking's eyes fell on the dragon's beard.
On the surface of the dragon beard noodles, there is a lovely piece of fried egg.
When the fried egg is uncovered, the hot aroma bursts out immediately.
The soup of the dragon beard noodles is extremely clear.
Chi slip.
The God of Cooking took a sip of the soup.
What seeps into the mouth is a strange taste.
There is no amazing taste, and the ingredients are just simple and ordinary ingredients.
But when combined... it gave birth to a taste that he couldn't describe.
This taste seemed to melt his heart.
Bu Fang sat on a chair and watched quietly.
It didn't interrupt God of Cooking's tasting of food.
After taking a deep sip of the soup, God of Cooking let out a breath.
In this breath, how much exhaustion, how much nostalgia...
Bu Fang's eyes moved slightly.
Chef is also a man with a story.
One mouthful of Longxu Noodles, with its soft texture, made the God of Cooking nod his head.
He buried his head, eating noodles and eggs, very quiet, only the squeaking sound when eating.
Sudden.
Bu Fang was stunned.
Because he saw little golden crystal teardrops dripping down from God of Cooking's foggy head.
With a bang, it fell into the soup of the dragon's beard noodles, causing the soup to ripple in circles.
Bu Fang pursed his lips and did not speak.
Perhaps, God of Cooking has already felt...
God of Cooking raised his hand, propped his forehead, and sighed while eating noodles.
That posture is helpless and sad.
Although he is the God of Cooking, a supreme existence, but to Bu Fang, the latter seems to be a mortal, a simple person.
The dragon beard noodles were also finished.
There was no soup left, only a chopped green onion stuck in the bowl.
The God of Cooking gently put down the bowl.
He picked up the white rice.
After taking a bite of the rice, the round rice grains, with a fresh rice fragrance, even exude sweetness when eaten and chewed.
A small piece of fried meat is sandwiched, which is stir-fried with pork that is sliced thinly and evenly.
As soon as a piece of meat entered the mouth, God of Cooking's hand holding the chopsticks seemed to be shaking.
Every dish contains emotions, which are the crystallization of Bu Fang's five hundred years of mortal life.
All sorts of emotions go into it.
Such dishes may be more attractive than pure delicacies cooked with top-quality ingredients.
The rice bottomed out, and the fried pork was also finished.
Four simple dishes, all eaten clean.
However, there was only a dim light left on the God of Cooking dish that was placed on the table.
Not so bright anymore.
God of Cooking leaned back on the chair, Bu Fang didn't speak, just looked at him quietly.
Bu Fang didn't know the result of this last test.
Chef God didn't know what he was thinking.
God of Cooking gave Bu Fang the feeling that he was like an ordinary person with flesh and blood.
The latter looked at the sky, and Bu Fang could feel a blurred gaze coming from it, looking at the sky.
That look tells a story.
after a long time.
God of Cooking raised his hand and swept it away.
The chef's dishes on the table disappeared.
"It's really a perfect table dish."
Chef Shinto.
His voice seemed to have become very hoarse at this moment.
"Sentimental dishes are indeed very attractive, but this road is difficult to walk..."
God of Cooking's eyes finally fell on Bu Fang.
Bu Fang nodded.
"If the sky has love, the sky will grow old. If you pursue the way of love, you will age with the years... I have seen through five hundred years."
"It's like a rule that can't be broken."
God of Cooking stood up and put his hands behind his back: "I just want to ask you one last time... Are you really planning to go this way?"
Bu Fang also stood up, hands folded, and the two stood in front of the door of the cabin in the forest, looking at the endless wilderness.
"I can't be ruthless, there is no way out."
There was a long silence.
The God of Cooking laughed.
"Congratulations, you passed the final assessment... Your dishes are very attractive, and the emotions in them are moving."
"In the past, I didn't understand this feeling. I thought that ruthlessness can last forever, but I couldn't be truly ruthless, which made me all over the world, and finally disappeared in the starry sky..."
"I hope you don't follow in my footsteps, maybe you don't need my inheritance anymore... But I have to tell you that the way of sentient beings is not so easy to walk, so I will give you a way out."
Chef Shinto.
hum...
Everything begins to change in the cabin in the woods.
The environment is collapsing.
Then...
Everything around became pitch black.
It turned into a darkness where you can't see your fingers.
Bu Fang stared blankly.
He knew that everything just now was not real, but that feeling seemed real...
As expected of the God of Cooking, the existence of supreme achievement.
hum...
A little light flickers.
The white light is dazzling, like a star blooming in the starry sky of the night.
The next moment, the white light became brighter and brighter, and a holy lotus flower appeared in front of Bu Fang.
"This is Wangqinglian. If you want to take a step back, you can eat it. It can make you forget all your emotions."
God of Cooking's voice became distant.
Then...
A golden book slowly emerged.
Bu Fang recognized that it was God of Cooking's recipe.
However, unlike the incomplete God of Cooking recipes before, this God of Cooking recipe... is complete.
The breath of the supreme avenue exudes from above, and the shocked Bu Fang's heart is beating uncontrollably.
Is this the inheritance of Chef God
MasterChef recipes…
"This is the final inheritance, the inheritance of God of Cooking recipes... However, the recipes follow the ruthless way. If you really inherit... you must erase all emotions and forget about it, otherwise you will be torn apart by the power of God of Cooking recipes." Broken soul."
The voice of God of Cooking is extremely distant.
Bu Fang stared.
As expected, God of Cooking is ruthless. Although there is a ray of love in ruthlessness, it is still ruthless fundamentally.
Therefore, if you want to inherit the inheritance of God of Cooking, you also need to choose to be ruthless.
Bu Fang hesitated.
He has pursued the path of the God of Cooking for so long, and now he has almost reached the end, and he just missed the goal.
At the end of the ruthless road is the chef's recipe.
Just choose to accept, and you will become a new generation of chef.
On the other side, he walked out of the sentient way by himself, but the sentient way is full of fog and has too many unknowns.
One side is the way of predecessors, and the other side is our own way.
Which to choose
It's really a tough choice.
How to choose
Bu Fang hesitated and pondered.
A loveless lotus quietly blooms in the darkness.
It's so beautiful.
Just looking at it, it seems that the mind will be completely sucked away.
Mu Hongzi once said that Wangqinglian could help him ward off a disaster.
Is this what you're talking about
If you choose the path of God of Cooking, you will not be annihilated, and this can be regarded as preventing disasters.
But... If you choose the path of sentient beings, you may die of old age on the path.
Even at the end of his life, he couldn't find the true way of the sentient chef.
Baijing Wangqing lotus, so white that people can forget all their troubles.
Holy as the purest thing in heaven and earth.
Eating the Wangqing lotus can cut off the seven emotions and cut off the six desires... saving countless penances.
How to choose
Bu Fang didn't make a decision immediately and sat cross-legged.
The God of Cooking gradually turned into white light and disappeared.
Disappeared between heaven and earth.
Bu Fang looked at the Wangqinglian and God of Cooking recipes in front of him...
Sitting dry.
after a long time.
Bu Fang raised his head.
His eyes gradually became firm.
Finally, raise your hand.
A group of divine fire emerged.
The flames floated, covering Wangqinglian and God of Cooking recipes...
The scorching flames burned the Wangqinglian and the God of Cooking recipes into nothingness...
"I'm stepping up, I don't need to retreat."
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Between heaven and earth, the laughter of God of Cooking lingered.
There is a little loneliness in the laughter.
The host of hundreds of generations, in the end, was exchanged for a host who pursued the path of sentient beings.
Maybe all of this... is the real fate.
"I hope you... won't regret your choice today!"
Chef Shinto.
"Since you have chosen the sentient way, I will help you, and I hope you can truly reach the highest peak!"
God of Cooking laughed.
White light spots slowly emerged and spread towards Bu Fang.
Like a hazy mist, it enveloped Bu Fang's body...
Bu Fang stood quietly on the spot.
The corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
"Highest?"
"Perhaps, the kitchen may not be the highest, only higher..."
boom!
There are more and more white light spots...
finally!
Bu Fang's eyes were filled with countless white lights.
…
He opened his eyes dimly, his eyelashes trembling.
White snowflakes are falling from the sky...
Falling on his face, the cold feeling...melted into the skin.
He... alive