669 Deliberately Make Things Difficul (1/2)

The woman swayed, walking in the lead. Following her was a bunch of chefs who continually gulped their saliva.

Of course, there were some who acted naturally and seemed not interested in that woman.

Walking through a door, the delicious smell of food came to them. The room in front of them turned spacious immediately. The extremely large first floor had turned into a giant kitchen with rows of stoves and stations. There were chefs cooking busily at each station.Find authorized novels in Webnovel,faster updates, better experience,Please click for visiting.

After each dish was finished, it was carried away.

They saw a chef covered in sweat who looked totally exhausted.

Many people became skeptical. They couldn't help but ask the woman.

”Why he's still cooking? The diners must have finished already, right? Or are they still eating? How many of them are still eating…” sighed someone.

The woman turned her head, showing the beautiful side of her face. She looked at the sweating chef, covering her mouth to let out gentle laughter. ”The Glutton God's Banquet has many feasts. That chef's in charge of one table. It's truly a food festival, then. Of course, he can't rest yet.”

Hiss…

Everybody took a deep breath as they felt sorry for that chef. The others just needed to cook a dish, and this chef had to cook a dozen… Really terrifying. No wonder why he looked so exhausted. Everybody thought that if they had to do the same, they would be knocked out. One should know that cooking not only wore out the physical strength but also the true energy. Once the chef didn't have enough true energy, it would create internal fatigue. That kind of fatigue was really hard to treat, and it would affect their conditions a lot.

Bu Fang clasped his hands behind his back, slowly following the crowd. He also watched the rows of chefs cooking continuously. It was the first time he saw such a giant kitchen. That kind of bustling ambience was enough to make people admire the Valley of Gluttony. It wouldn't have become the holy-land of chefs for nothing.

The kitchen had so many people walking back and forth.

Bu Fang naturally heard the woman's words. A food festival?

He pouted. He wouldn't indulge the greedy gits.

Lord Dog and Nethery were the big foodies. Every time they asked Bu Fang to cook more, Bu Fang denied righteously. Thus, Bu Fang thought that the chef was a little dumb.

Walking through the buzzing cooking area, Bu Fang and the others entered another area, which was quite quiet and empty.

The woman stopped walking and turned around to look at the crowd.

”This place will host the first challenge of the contest, the Knife Skill Challenge!” The charming woman said smilingly. Her beautiful face bloomed with a dazzling smile.

Almost all the chefs there were dazzled.

”Only thirty people will be chosen after the Knife Skill Challenge. I hope you guys will perform your best to get a slot,” said the woman.

Then, she took one step backward.

Standing a little afar from them, the old man with the handlebar mustache clasped his hands, watching quietly. The rigid-faced man stood behind him emotionlessly.

”Find your position. I will provide the kitchen knife and the ingredients…” announced the woman.

Listening to her, the chefs hurried to find their stove.

The stiff-faced man snapped his fingers, aiming at the beautiful female chef. A feeble sound arose in her ears. The woman was a little bewildered. She turned to look at the old man with a mustache, smiling with a nod.

A moment later, the woman strode forward, with her body swaying through each stove.

As she was passing each station, she waved her hand and radiance would sparkle. Afterward, a blue kitchen knife and the ingredients would appear.

They were the materials for this Knife Skill Challenge. A blue kitchen knife and white jade radishes.

”Everyone will have one kitchen knife and three white-jade radishes. Within the shortest time, you should carve the radishes the best you can. We will grade and the ones we approve will get to the next round,” said the woman.

While talking, she was delivering the kitchen knives and radishes.

Eventually, she walked to Bu Fang. Looking at his calm makings, the woman gave a slight grin.

Bu Fang glanced at her skeptically. A moment later, the woman rose her hand and a blue kitchen knife with some black stripes arose together with three dwarfish white-jade radishes.

What?

Bu Fang furrowed his brows. With his experience, at first glance, this kitchen knife was the worst there. The lines of formation on its were uneven, and the knife's material wasn't good, either.

This woman... Did she want to mess with him?

Did she deliberately do that to him? She gave him a scrap of a knife, and also undersized radishes. Naturally, compared to the other meaty radishes, his were so much worse.

Bu Fang lifted his head to glance at the woman, with his eyes focused.

The woman beamed at him, nodded and turned around to walk away.

”Good! You can start now. You have the time of burning one joss stick to show your knife skills.”

The woman stretched her slender creamy finger, rubbing her red lips and smiling.

Deliberately?

Bu Fang furrowed his brows. He didn't know why that woman wanted to aim at him… Anyway, it would be good to be aimed at. It was good to finish that early! He was in a hurry!

Thus, Bu Fang wasn't really bothered with that. He wielded his hand and the blue kitchen knife with some faint black stripes fell into his hand.

The knife moved, releasing dazzling blue light.

Bu Fang played with the knife, and his mouth twitched. The radishes and the knife were trashy enough. It didn't feel comfortable when he grabbed the knife, anyway.

Jun Qingxiao had his eyes on Bu Fang all that time. He didn't expect that the senior would give Bu Fang a trashy knife and those ingredients… Did she deliberately do that?

Somewhat excessive...

”Do you need to exchange one white-jade radish of mine?” Jun Qingxiao discreetly talked to Bu Fang.

Bu Fang was very surprised, and his face turned more tender. ”No need, I'm in a hurry.”

Spurt!