895 Chapter 895: Plant A Seed (1/2)

”Fiery Heart Cabbage seeds?”

The system's words left Bu Fang bewildered. Cabbage seeds? Could they become cabbages later?

Squinting, Bu Fang stood at his spot, rubbing his chin.

Shortly after, Bu Fang's mind flickered. Radiance sparkled in his hand, and a bag of charcoal-like seeds appeared.

It was the reward from the system, the Fiery Heart Cabbage seeds.

The seed of a Fiery Heart Cabbage looked like charcoal, but it was scorching hot like a real burning charcoal.

Holding the seed in his hand, he felt the surging heat.

After admiring it for a while, Bu Fang walked to the field he had prepared and found a section to plant the seeds from the system.

Bu Fang didn't know what kind of cabbage this seed would grow.

Taking out a bucket, he took some cool water from the stream and carried the full bucket back to the field to water the section.

Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!

It sounded like cold water pouring on red-hot coals. Instantly, hot steam rose from the seeds.

Bu Fang looked at the scene, and his brows couldn't help but twitch once.

This toy could grow and become food?

Bu Fang was somewhat skeptical.

Far from them, Eighty got familiar with the Three-Eyed Wild Lion. It spread its wings, running happily. Meanwhile, the Three-Eyed Wild Lion opened its mouth, chasing after the chicken.

Bu Fang looked at this funny sight, giving a slight nod.

His mind flickered, and he left the farmland, returning to his restaurant.

Bu Fang sat on a chair, crouching his body to lie down.

Two crescent moons were shining in the sky. Moonlight crept through the cracks of the restaurant's windows, falling on Bu Fang, bringing cold air altogether.

Since Ni Yan had occupied Bu Fang's room, he sat on a chair while being idle. After a moment of staying put, he attempted to enter the kitchen and study new recipes.

Sounds of rattling water came from upstairs. Perhaps Yang Meiji or Ni Yan was taking a shower.

Yang Meiji had stayed in this restaurant for quite a long time, and she got used to those routines.

When they were in the Taotie Restaurant, Ni Yan also stayed in Bu Fang's room. Thus, she wasn't really curious about showering.

Bu Fang looked pensive, sitting on the chair. The so-called Immortal Cooking Realm had brought him pressure.

The system had told him that his path of becoming the God of Cooking wasn't smooth. The further he went, the more difficult it would become. Moreover, there would be dangers, too.

As the spirit of the God of Cooking Set had once said, Bu Fang could make it to the final step like the previous host.

Originally, Bu Fang didn't keep those words in his mind. However, as his cultivation base was increasing, the people and things he contacted had become stronger and stronger.

The mysterious Immortal Cooking Realm gave Bu Fang an extreme pressure, and the mysterious chef in the bronze palace made him feel the risks.

However, the bigger the pressure was, the better the advantage would become if he could put up with it.

After Bu Fang had swept off the entire Valley of Gluttony, he felt bored and lonely. But now, that feeling was gone because he found that his opponents were getting stronger.

At his cooking level, he would be crushed if he met the chefs from Immortal Cooking Realm.

Thus, Bu Fang wanted to increase his cooking skill, so he could enter the Immortal Cooking Realm and set a firm foundation there after three years.

Exhaling, Bu Fang's eyes became resolute.

When the night fell and it became quiet, it was easy to overthink. Bu Fang wasn't an exception.

The sounds of his chair rubbing against the floor arose. Bu Fang stood up from his chair, slowly walking to the kitchen.

Since he had to put more effort, he shouldn't rest. He must practice cooking more.

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The next day, at dawn, Bu Fang walked out of the kitchen as the dazzling sunlight came, rubbing his sore shoulders after working for the whole night.

His shoulders felt sore and tired. Spending the whole night to practice cooking skills, Bu Fang felt exhausted.

However, with his immense spirit sea, Bu Fang could recover fast after a short break.

Opening the restaurant's doors, Bu Fang pulled a chair and sat on it, staying by the door.

Squinting, he enjoyed the cold wind howling outside.

That cold wind made Bu Fang comfortable. He closed his eyes, resting.

Yang Meiji, with her hair hung loose, descended the stairs. She looked even more robust with bulging muscles. She grabbed a broomstick and walked to the front of the restaurant.

Seeing Bu Fang resting there, she didn't disturb him. She just began to clean the snow in front of their restaurant.

While sleeping, Bu Fang's mind entered the farmland, starting to work hard on this space.

Shortly after, the restaurant became bustling and lively.

Many people came to the restaurant to eat.

Yang Meiji and Sorceress An Sheng had begun to cook with high spirits.

Bu Fang woke up. After his spirit had gone to the world of his farmland to plow, he felt much better and refreshed when he woke up.

It had happened like that for the next several days.

In the morning, Bu Fang practiced cooking. When he was tired, he would visit the farmland to become a farmer, trying to complete the development quest of his farmland.

When his development quest was completed, he might receive some seeds as the system's reward.

And now, Bu Fang had basically finished working on the soil, and he had received several seeds from the system.”