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At last, the roasted leg of lamb was ready.

A delicious aroma permeated the air. It was so intense that even the door couldn't stop it from drifting far away.

Everyone in the restaurant could hardly stop their mouths from watering—the aroma thoroughly aroused their taste buds and appetite.

Outside the door, dark clouds rolled and thunderclaps rang. A vast pressure constantly fell, smashing everything.

Whitey had long been standing outside the restaurant, looking up at the sky and confronting the lightning.

By the looks of it, the lightning punishment this time was very strong. The oppressive-looking clouds pressed down so low that they seemed to touch the city and were about to destroy its walls.

With a clang, Whitey spread its metal wings as lightning arcs darted out of its mechanical eyes.

The next moment, the lightning punishment fell, and Whitey soared into the sky.

A thunder dragon slithered out of dark clouds, baring its teeth and brandishing its claws as if to rip the sky. It emanated a scary pressure that made people shudder in fear.

Whitey was not afraid of it. It flew upward, thrusting a fist as if to punch the sky, then crashed into the roaring thunder dragon.

Bolts of lightning shot out in all directions and smashed the ground, spilling sparks and flames, while the dark clouds rumbled and rolled furiously.

The onlookers were dumbstruck, shivering in fear as they all looked up at the terrible collision in the sky. A moment later, however, they became extremely excited!

One lightning punishment!

Two lightning punishments!

Three…

A total of eight lightning punishments descended in succession.

Whitey was charred all over with bolts of lightning slithering across its body.

The onlookers held their breaths and didn't dare to make a sound.

Eight lightning punishments...

What did Owner Bu cook this time that attracted eight lightning punishments?

After stopping the eighth lightning punishment, Whitey's body sunk deep into the ground, which had cracked under its feet.

Plumes of dust and smoke billowed. Amid the hazy darkness, Whitey's mechanical eyes flicked open and burst into light, and its aura soared.

There seemed to be more dark clouds gathering in the sky.

All the onlookers were in shock and disbelief.

Was there more... lightning? What came after the eighth lightning punishment? The ninth lightning punishment!

It was the legendary lightning punishment!

How many years had it been since the ninth lightning punishment appeared in the Immortal Cooking Realm? If it appeared now, could the realm in its current state withstand the power?

However...

After churning and rumbling for some time, the dark clouds scattered and faded away. The ninth lightning punishment didn't descend.

Bu Fang was, after all, a First Grade Immortal Chef. He was already considered freakish after attracting eight lightning punishments with the strength of a First Grade Immortal Chef.

If he did attract the ninth lightning punishment, he would draw the jealousy of heaven.

The metal wings on Whitey's back retracted. Its performance had finished, and it stepped back into the restaurant with lightning arcs crackling all over its body.

Inside the restaurant…

Everyone noticed that the lightning punishment had ended, and they couldn't help but feel excited.

The end of the lightning punishment meant that they could now taste the delicacy cooked with a Great Saint ingredient.

It was truly a rare opportunity.

How could a Great Saint become someone else's food so easily?

It was not easy to obtain this Great Saint leg of lamb.

Lord Dog's mouth was already salivating at the anticipation of this roasted delicacy.

The others also looked forward to tasting it.

Bu Fang didn't let them wait for too long. He took out blue-and-white porcelain plates and distributed them to each person sitting in front of the table.

He was fond of using plates with this pattern because he felt they carried a special meaning.

Everyone took the plate and stared at the golden roasted leg of lamb.

A strong aroma wafted out of the leg, which was a mixture of meaty fragrance and spices, enticing everyone's hunger.

Bu Fang shook his hand and produced the Dragon Bone Kitchen Knife. With a thought, he transformed the knife into a golden dagger. It had sharp edges, and its hilt was carved with dragons, which made it look rather luxurious.

However, these were not important.

Bu Fang chose to use the Dragon Bone Kitchen Knife because he was familiar and more comfortable with it. Another reason was that the next step, the cutting of the lamb, was a very important step.

After toying with the dagger for a while, he passed the roasted rice-flour pancakes in the blue-and-white porcelain plate to everyone.

The pancakes were to go down with the roasted lamb. Slices of meat would be cut from the leg, wrapped in a pancake, dipped in sauce, and then shoved into the mouth.

When bit down, the fragrance of rice, lamb, and sauce would burst and mix into a unique, indescribable taste.

Of course, one could choose to taste the lamb without the pancake, which would be a different kind of experience.

It was up to the person, really.

Bu Fang preferred to eat the lamb with pancakes. After all, the pancakes were made with the rice planted in his farmland, which contained the powerful Will of the Great Path.

”Bu Fang, boy, be quick and give me a slice of lamb! I can't bear it anymore!” Lord Dog placed both his front paws on the table and looked at Bu Fang.

Bu Fang gave him a look and smiled. Wasting no time, he spun the dagger and grabbed its hilt, holding it in a different way than usual with the blade pointing at himself and his palm facing upward.

Then, he moved closer to the steaming leg of lamb.

The lamb's skin was roasted to a golden color with grease steadily trickling down and dripping to the floor.

Bu Fang studied the leg of lamb, trying to find a good spot to make the first cut. After turning the War God Stick, he finally found one.

Holding the dagger sideways, he slowly cut a small slice of lamb from the leg. He removed the slice with the blade, glanced about, and waved his hand.

The lamb, diffusing rich aroma, fell into Lord Dog's plate.

Lord Dog's eyes lit up. Without saying anything, he wagged his tail and buried his head into the plate, scarfing down the slice of lamb in a flash.

Wuuuuuuu!

Lord Dog was enthralled.