644 Stir-Fried Beef Offal! (2/2)

Fei Jin wore his third-grade chef's robe and sneered mockingly toward Bu Fang. A dense and weighty dark metallic kitchen knife appeared within Fei Jin's hands. The knife was tremendously heavy as it was manufactured and smithed by precious metals.

It emitted a somewhat domineering aura.

”I won't explain much regarding the rules. There is a pile of ingredients over there, you choose whatever you want, and I choose whatever I want. There are fifty diners here, and they will be responsible for judging our finished dishes. Victory belongs to the side that has a higher number of points. Alright?” Fei Jin explained.

Bu Fang gave a sidelong glance to him and said coldly: ”Whatever suits you.”

His laid-back attitude caused the crowd to breathe in a mouthful of cold air. This youth was exceedingly rampant.

The waitress, alongside other people, held their hands tightly as they stood at a distance, anticipating Bu Fang's look of defeat after losing to Fei Jin.

No one was able to remain calm after losing a Chef's Challenge. If one lost, they would then lose their right to continue cooking. Moreover, they would have their kitchen knives confiscated. It was an extremely gruesome and cruel challenge.

To a chef, that only spelled disaster.

”You brat... you are quite the audacious one. Let's hope that you won't end up crying for your mother,” Fei Jin said irritably. Bu Fang's attitude had led to him getting somewhat frustrated.

Ignoring Bu Fang, Fei Jin then walked toward the pile of ingredients at the corner. These ingredients were mainly used by this restaurant to serve their diners. Although they weren't of exceptional quality, this was, after all, a Chef's Challenge. They were competing in terms of culinary arts and not the quality of the ingredients.

Fei Jin used a type of bull spirit beast. Rich and overwhelming spiritual energy was permeating throughout the bull-type spirit beast. Fei Jin then tossed that massive spirit beast onto the stove as he grabbed his dense and black metallic kitchen knife.

He didn't execute any form of fancy knife skills. Instead, he chopped down viciously onto the bull's brain.

Splat!

Astonishment could be heard from the surroundings as they witnessed the bull's head fall onto the ground. Fresh blood spurted out unceasingly, causing the scene to be somewhat unruly and gruesome.

Nonetheless, this bloody scene had stirred everyone's emotions as their eyes blazed with anticipation and elation as they watched Fei Jin cook.

Bu Fang remained inscrutable in the face of this bloody scene as he glanced toward Fei Jin chopping up the spirit beast with vigor. That little girl Xiao Ya stood behind Bu Fang as she clasped her hands tightly, looking at Bu Fang with eyes filled with worry.

She really wanted Bu Fang not to take part in this Chef's Challenge precisely because she knew how strong Fei Jin was regarding culinary arts.

Moreover... It was apparent that Fei Jin was going to cook his signature dish, Stir-Fried Beef Offal, from the ingredients that he had chosen. This dish was the signature dish of this fancy restaurant. Many of the villagers had specially made their way down here solely for this dish.

Fei Jin had actually chosen this dish as his option for the Chef's Challenge this time around.

Rip!

The black metallic knife slit past it ferociously. The bull's stomach immediately got ripped apart, causing blood to spurt out uncontrollably once again, dying the whole scene blood-red.

Fei Jin then hung a predatory smile upon his face as his fat head jiggled profusely. As he continued to dismember the bull, the excitement on his face became even more apparent!

Blood had dyed his face red as he raised his head to give Bu Fang an arrogant and overbearing stare.

”You stinky brat... Just wait for your defeat! I am going to make you cry for your mother!”

Fei Jin rolled out his tongue and licked the bull's spirit beast blood that got onto his face, looking even more savage and overbearing.

Light the fire, heat the pot!

Rumble!

The fiery glow from the stove blasted forth into the heavens as Fei Jin tossed all the processed ingredients into his wok. A spatula spun within his hand, and he immediately dug it deep into the sea of ingredients.

Sizzle!

As he continued to fry the dish, hot vapors were steaming out unceasingly. A fragrance unique to this Stir-Fried Beef Offal began to diffuse throughout the room.

Many within the crowd unveiled astounded looks as they smelled this particular fragrance.

That's our master chef Fei Jin! This plate of Stir-Fried Beef Offal was much more sophisticated and fragrant compared to the ones made by the apprentices in the restaurant.

The waitress repeatedly nodded in satisfaction.

With this master chef Fei Jin as their signature cook, this restaurant shall continue to prosper!

When the time came, when master chef Fei Jin's name got carved onto the Tablet of Gluttony, their restaurant would definitely boom in popularity, and might even get its reputation spread into the Immortal Gluttony Village.

It was common knowledge that to open a restaurant in the Immortal Gluttony Village, one must first fulfill the requirement of having their name carved onto the Tablet of Gluttony ranking. For one to open a restaurant within the Valley of Gluttony, they must at least have a third-grade chef backing them up.

Fei Jin was considered one of the stronger third-grade chefs, and that was why this restaurant was able to grow in popularity.

Sizzle sizzle sizzle!

Fei Jin's lips curved up when he looked at Bu Fang. He then grabbed a bottle of alcohol, removed its lid and poured its content into his mouth. Followed by a loud laugh, he then poured the remaining liquor into the wok, causing it to erupt with raging flames.

The audiences then let out a sigh of exclamation.

Bu Fang gazed calmly upon everything, he moved his gaze onto the maddened Fei Jin and let out a soft sigh of relief. He then started to make his way toward the pile of ingredients with hands behind his back.

Bu Fang's action had attracted many scrutinizing gazes. Many of them were slightly baffled as to what kind of dish would the brat that had the audacity to challenge master chef Fei Jin prepare in the face of the Stir-Fried Beef Offal.

That little girl Xiao Ya was also somewhat curious.

The waitress continued to hold her hands tightly as she glared mockingly toward Bu Fang.

Fei Jin gave Bu Fang a disdainful smile as he held the spatula in one hand while controlling the flame.

Under the scrutiny of the crowd, Bu Fang extended his hands and hand-picked some spirit beast eggs from the mountain-like pile of ingredients.