739 Owner Bu’s Overwhelming Sadness Noodles (1/2)

The blood-red wheat became dough in Ouyang Chenfeng's hand, spinning. Spirit energy scattered unceasingly, giving the dough endless radiance.

Burble! Burble!

At the same time, the big pot boiled. Its lid was trembling continuously as it released hot steam.

Ouyang Chenfeng wore a cold face, and his equally cold eyes didn't contain any emotion. It completely contrasted to his normal tender appearance. Not many people had seen this face of his.

Swish!

The blood dough rose. A moment later, Ouyang Chenfeng began to stretch the dough in his hands. He pointed one finger at the dough, sending it into the air. As the dough was spinning in the air, a strand of noodle as thin as a dragon's hair was drawn, revolving and stretching.

Shortly, the strand of noodles looked like a blooming flower around Ouyang Chenfeng's body, moving and dancing continuously. The swirling noodles looked strange but beautiful.

Everybody was silent, mesmerized at what they were seeing. When they knew the dough was dyed with real blood, they were frightened, but now, only admiration and praise were left in them.

The strands of noodles were like ribbons dancing, which were extremely magnificent.

All of a sudden, all the noodle strands were collected, falling into Ouyang Chenfeng's hands, emitting a strange light.

Placing the noodles on the station, Ouyang Chenfeng walked to the boiling pot, which contained ninety-nine spirit birds. When the lid of the pot was lifted, immense steam rolled up with a meaty aroma…

Everybody took a deep breath and got startled when they saw it.

Ouyang Chenfeng fished all the spirit birds out of the pot. The spirit birds were half-cooked, releasing steam.

However, Ouyang Chenfeng didn't finish his dish here. He dumped all the broth he had cooked for the first time. Then, he put the spirit birds back to the pot and continued to cook them.

This time, during the boiling process, he unceasingly sprinkled minced spirit herbs into the pot. When those minced spirit herbs touched the bird meat, they gave the meat attractive colors.

Is the broth the foundation of his noodles?

For a bowl of noodles, of course, there's the broth besides the noodles. The broth was very important, whether just to soak the noodles or to make noodles soup.

Looking at the way Ouyang Chenfeng was cooking, he wanted to use ninety-nine spirit birds to make the broth base. It was absolutely a challenge to his technique.

However, afterward, Ouyang Chenfeng stirred the pot as it boiled up. Then, for the second time, he dumped the broth.

Boiling the broth base for the third time, he added more spirit herbs. As the broth was boiling, those spirit herbs released a strange aroma.

Rumble! Rumble!

He took out ninety-nine spirit birds, then the cicada-wing knife in his hand spun fast. The thin knife slashed every bird once. After each slash, a flake of soft meat at the belly of the birds would be cut off.

He took only one flake of meat in each spirit bird. After that, he placed them together—ninety-nine flakes from the ninety-nine birds were stacked together. Next, the cicada-wing blade minced them in just a blink.

Ouyang Chenfeng collected the minced meat that looked like powder to use later.

His hand shook once, picking up the noodles that were soaked in blood. The noodles now had a distinctive smell of fresh blood.

Ouyang Chenfeng didn't change his face. He meticulously placed the noodles into the boiling pot.

The pot smelled so good, which was a mixture of spirit herbs and the ultimate meat aroma. The two aromas had created a special combined aroma.

Swish! Swish!

As soon as the noodles were placed into the pot, Ouyang Chenfeng let the noodles move around as he shook the pot. The boiling, steaming broth base reflected in his eyes.

All of a sudden, Ouyang Chenfeng's hand shook once. He drew his hand, and the strands of noodles spun in the air, broth splashing.

He had prepared five small bowls. The blood-red noodles had a strange evil beauty. After they got soaked in the broth, they became shinier.

Placing the noodles into five small bowls, Ouyang Chenfeng scooped the broth, pouring into the bowls altogether.

Splash.

The chilling broth was like pure water poured into the bowls.

Of course, it wasn't finished yet. Ouyang Chenfeng sprinkled the minced meat that was like powder onto the bowls. After that, it thoroughly mixed with the noodles.

His hand reached out with the cicada-wing knife. A piece of big spirit herb was sliced, and he put several slices into each bowl.

Heaven Burial Noodles… Complete.

The name that was like a thunderclap in people's ears, Heaven Burial Noodles, was just a bowl of simple noodles.

However, they had all seen how Ouyang Chenfeng had cooked that dish. Although it looked plain, it had cost him a lot of effort.

Ouyang Chenfeng took a step back. He untied the cloth band on his forehead, and his hair fell, brushing his face.

His icy eyes returned to their tender look. Ouyang Chenfeng's face revealed a slight smile as he indifferently looked at Bu Fang.

Of course, Bu Fang didn't notice that Ouyang Chenfeng had finished cooking his dish. Actually, Bu Fang's noodles had almost come to the final stage.

Heaven Burial Noodles was mainly sorrowful, so the diners would cry while eating. It would bring them the mournful, grieving air of a funeral.

It contained the mood of the ninety-nine spirit birds at the moment before their deaths…

Bu Fang had decided to use poison to fight poison. He didn't want to cook a dish that could make people happy. Quite the contrary, he was cooking something that would give people grieving feelings. He wanted to see the judges have their sorrow streaming into a river when they ate his food.

Overwhelming Sadness Noodles… It was the bowl of noodles Bu Fang wanted to cook this time.

It seemed bland and had nothing special. With ordinary ingredients, his cooking method would be different.

No matter what it was going to be, it would be a noodle dish filled with sadness and grieving mood. The chef needed to feel sorrow and send that sorrowful mood to the noodles, making it overwhelmingly sad.

The Black Turtle Constellation Wok floated up. Bu Fang's face was indifferent, but his pupils contained sadness.

Burning the pot, Bu Fang took out five spirit beast eggs. He gently cracked it, and the egg fluid fell into the pot.

Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!