602 What Was Owner Bu’s Speciality? (1/2)

The silken thick soup was pulled longer, crystal clear and exuding a boiling hot aroma as the mouthwatering sweet-sour scent assailed Nether King's nose. He licked his lips and closed his eyes in delight after putting the piece of fish into his mouth.

The sweet-sour scent exploded instantaneously, widening Nether King's eyes.

If Wen Renchou's pan-fried codfish could be akin to one surfing in the ocean, then Bu Fang's Westlake sweet-sour fish would be one relaxing in the comfort of a boat ride on a small lake. The two different dishes presented two totally different styles.

It was a mouthful of delicious soup but it was that one mouthful which whetted Nether King's appetite completely. That ineffable feeling was unique.

Wen Renchou's smile of confidence froze. He sensed an unpleasant premonition from Nether King's expression… The latter did not seem to particularly like his dish, which in turn made him somewhat flurried, and his confidence crumbled slightly.

His most familiar culinary skill was cooking fish. He would be speechless if he lost with this cuisine.

This demonic Bu Fang was truly beyond his expectation. It would suffice if Bu Fang was from the Valley of Gluttony, but he was not. Yet he could dish out such scrumptious cuisine, not any weaker than him, who was from the Valley of Gluttony.

This youngster! Where on earth did he come from!

”Little Ha, how is it? The texture?” Looking at Nether King's expression of indulgence, Nangong Wuque felt like having millions of ants crawling on his heart, making him ever more curious.

”Hmm... Youngsters nowadays are not bad!” Nether King nodded his head, fixating his glance on the West Lake Sweet 'n' Sour Fish. ”These two dishes are not bad. The Chili Strip is slightly better but…”

”Forget it, it would be better if you do not continue.” Nangong Wuque had a deadpan expression and waved his hand to stop Nether King from continuing after hearing him mentioning the Chili Strips again.

He wanted to have a taste of the dishes himself.

Nether King glared on having his speech interrupted, ”Youngsters nowadays! Why are they so mischievous? Can't they let me say my piece?”

Bu Fang was calm. He pulled a chair and snuggled onto it, yawning in a laid-back manner.

All the diners were excited and mesmerized by the two dishes.

The air was cold after the rain, but the diners' hearts were burning with passion.

The dishes were emptied progressively by the diners. They were all intoxicated and reminiscing even as they gobbled up the dishes.

Wen Renchou's face was drained of its color in Cloud Mist Restaurant. He was trembling slightly, with beads of perspiration on his forehead and there was terror in his eyes.

He could anticipate the results from the expression of the masses. It was an unacceptable outcome for him. He could not believe it. He did not want to believe it…

He dished out a cuisine that he was most adept at, but the result was not to his liking.

This was the battle of the master chefs! He was confident, and thus he initiated the battle. Though there was a tinge of regret at that instant when he called for the battle, he was still enormously confident in his culinary skills.

It seemed now from the battle outcome that his confidence appeared rather ridiculous.

Everyone had a verdict after tasting the two dishes.

Rumble!

When the last bit of the food was delectably savored, a holographical image of a huge beast emerged from Wen Renchou's body. That illusion had a humongous mouth, and when it opened, it seemed to be able to swallow the heaven and earth. It was horrific!

A formation hovered around the image, shrouding those who had tasted the dishes. However, as the formation touched Nether King, it dissipated, unable to hold on to him.

Nether King twitched the corner of his lips and shook his head, lifting his black tress in the process.

”That plaything was so timid…”

There were two options in the hearts of those who were shrouded by the light. Bu Fang and Wen Renchou chou had light twinkling on their bodies too.

Howl!

It was like the ferocious roar of a huge beast, and everyone was a tad dazed. The next instant, there appeared to be a thunderous voice whispering in their ears about the rules.

Wen Renchou ugly's torso was paralyzed, and his forehead was beaming with perspiration. He staggered backwards, and his posterior nearly touching the ground.

Bu Fang cast a nonchalant glance at him, swept his leg and threw a chair, securing Wen Renchou's body onto the chair. Wen Renchou slumped motionless onto the chair, but his face paled. The lights on both their bodies started to glitter, it seemed that the diners had made their choice.

Buzz!

A unique buzzing sound rang, and in the next moment, the light on Bu Fang's body glittered brightly, overshadowing the light covering Wen Renchou. The latter starred blankly at Bu Fang. Comparing the lights on both their bodies, it was akin to the stark contrast of the Moon and a firefly.

His confidence shattered, collapsing instantaneously. This was a true collapse.

In the legacy of the venerable sabre, his confidence was intact though he lost. There was only unwillingness in the defeat as he knew that he was most skilled in fish cuisine, not those kinds of cuisine. However, this round he was given a punch under the belt. He failed miserably in this Chef's Challenge!

As everyone recovered from their daze, the formation disappeared gradually, diminishing into a ray of light, engulfed by the illusion.

”The Chef's Challenge! Bu Fang wins, Wen Renchou loses!”