973 Immortal Ingredient, Eighty the Chicken? (2/2)
Xuanyuan Xiahui and Xuanyuan Xuan had also arrived. Because of Xuanyuan Xiahui's status, he had a reserved seat.
In time, the gazes of the spectators landed on Bu Fang. They were all eager to see what dish he would cook in an attempt to become an Immortal Chef.
Under their intense stare, Bu Fang took out his ingredients.
Flour, different types of meat, and some water-like white cabbages…
Nothing else?
The audience was dumbfounded.
Were these the only ingredients he had?
Nothing else? What does Bu Fang want to cook?
Steamed bun?!
As the audience tried to deduce Bu Fang's dish, their guesses rose to a clamor.
As citizens of the Immortal Cooking Realm, although many of them were not chefs, they still had knowledge of cooking.
\”This steamed bun… Will it be enough to make him an Immortal Chef?\”
\”Maybe it's not a steamed bun? If it is, then I'll leave!\”
\”How could a low-level dish be enough to become an Immortal Chef? This mortal is insane.\”
The test had yet to start, but the audience had already deemed Bu Fang's attempt a failure.
They all believed that Bu Fang would fail.
Xuanyuan Xiahui furrowed his brows. Flour, meat, cabbage… Looking at the ingredients Bu Fang had taken out, it seemed he wanted to make some steamed buns.
Anyway, making steamed buns did not require any difficult techniques, so how could the dish ever achieve the Immortal Chef level?
\”Perhaps Owner Bu has special plans,\” Xuanyuan Xiahui said as his thoughts shifted to Bu Fang's creative dishes.
Squeak.
The room's doors were opened again.
Tong Cheng walked in with a cold expression. He wore a long white robe, a purple-gold crown, and a pair of impressive dragon boots.
As he walked forward, a smooth jade bead rolled impressively between his fingers.
The Tong family's Young Master had arrived!
The man who would decide the mortal's fate had arrived!
The people raised an uproar.
When Xuanyuan Xiahui saw Tong Cheng, he grinned.
Tong Cheng saw the smile, and the muscles on his face twitched as unpleasant memories surfaced in his mind.
Meanwhile, at the center of the room, Bu Fang had begun to cook.
Bu Fang did not begin kneading the flour. Instead, he began to prepare the stuffing.
He took out the Papillion claw and cleaned it before placing it into the Black Turtle Constellation Wok. He also poured several slices of Son Mother Ginger, half a bottle of Ice Heart Jade Urn Wine, and Heavenly Mountain Spirit Spring Water into the wok. This made the soup in the wok rise past the halfway mark.
Bu Fang opened his mouth and spouted out a dark gold flame, which shot into the wok and began to burn fiercely.
At that moment, everyone was focused on Bu Fang. No one dared to breathe out loud.
\”What is he doing? Shouldn't he first make the dough and knead it?\” The audience could not help asking aloud.
However, Bu Fang was not bothered by their words. He was focused on carefully making his dish.
He took out three Blood Lobsters, and golden light sliced through the air as the Dragon Bone Kitchen Knife appeared in his hand. As the knife spun, it released a dazzling glow.
Bu Fang cut open the Blood Lobsters and peeled off their shells.
He scooped the soft, fulgent meat within and placed it on a chopping board.
Chop. Chop. Chop.
His knife descended so quickly that it resembled a shooting star, mincing the soft lobster meat in no time.
Bu Fang now had three different knife skills, namely, the fundamental Meteor Knife Skill, Overlord Thirteen Blades, and the Cutting Immortal Style, which he had acquired only recently.
He had not practiced the new skill, though, so he could not use it now. Moreover, the Overlord Thirteen Blades was not suitable for these exquisite ingredients.
Bu Fang's knife skill amazed the audience, but that's it, it just amazed them.
After mincing the Blood Lobsters, the demon frog meat, the Papillion meat, and the octopus were also minced.
Bu Fang poured the minced ingredients into a fancy blue-and-white porcelain bowl.
With a single thought, he summoned Eighty from the Heaven and Earth Farmland.
When Eighty appeared, it looked a little bewildered. This little fellow had been living comfortably in the farmland for a while, and it was now as fat as a little ball.
It turned its small head around, its eyes landing on Bu Fang before it quickly shifted its gaze to the glinting Dragon Bone Kitchen Knife…
\”Cluck! Cluck!\” Eighty cried out loud.
Bu Fang's grip on the knife tightened, and the corners of his mouth curled into a gentle smile.
Eighty shuddered when it saw this.
\”Cluck! Cluck! Cluck!\”
Understanding Bu Fang's motive, Eighty became angry. Its body fat jiggled as it jumped and escaped Bu Fang's grip. Landing on the floor, it fled at top speed.
When everyone saw the chicken jump out of Bu Fang's hand and run away, they were bewildered.
However, some people with keen eyes were among the audience, and their eyes brightened when they saw Eighty.
Xuanyuan Xiahui's eyes glowed fiercely. \”An immortal ingredient?!\”
Even the chefs from the aristocratic families began to pay more attention.
\”Is it an ingredient grown from the Immortal Tree?\”
\”No. It doesn't look like one, but its spirit energy is good! A top-quality ingredient! It's worthy of being called an immortal ingredient!\”
Tong Cheng rubbed the jade bead in his hands, and a glow flickered in his eyes.
\”Precious Chicken? No wonder he's so confident. Too bad, though. Using immortal ingredients will not make you an Immortal Chef. It's not that simple!\”