1224 Qilin Bone Soup (1/2)

Dark Qilin Bone was the bone of a quasi-divine-beast. It could be considered as a sacred grade immortal ingredient, but it was of the lowest quality. Nevertheless, it was still a good ingredient. Besides, the bone was where all the Qilin's essence was stored, so it contained endless spirit essence and divine energy, making it the best ingredient to make soup. During cooking, the energy in the bone would seep out and fuse with the soup, and could be completely absorbed by the human body.

It was the reason why Bu Fang wanted to cook this dish. The curse in Nethery's body needed to be suppressed by dishes rich in spirit essence, so a bowl tonic soup cooked with the Qilin bone was a perfect choice.

Soup was a major category of food. A delicious bowl of soup could make one immerse in it with just a sip. However, soup making was a test to the chef's mastery of temperature, and the higher the grade of ingredients, the more advanced the temperature control ability was needed because high-grade ingredients were full of essence. Once the best time to complete the cooking was missed, the essence in the ingredients would be easily destroyed or even disappear, causing the soup to taste bad.

Before making the soup, Bu Fang needed to prepare the required ingredients. With a thought, he entered the Heaven and Earth Farmland, picked some fresh ingredients and took some dried ones, then returned to the kitchen.

He cut them into the right sizes and used blue-and-white porcelain plates to contain them. On the first plate was dried Vermilion Fruit peels, which contained most of the essence of the fresh peels and could lock the freshness of the soup. Another plate contained the leaf of the Nine Revolution Great Path Tea. Bu Fang had cut the leaf in half, and its aroma permeated the air. There were also dried scarlet spirit fruits the size of a fingernail, which looked like dried goji berries in his previous life. He saw this kind of spirit fruit before, so he collected and planted it in the farmland.

After both the medicinal ingredients and the food ingredients were prepared, it was time to cook the soup. Bu Fang washed the Black Turtle Constellation Wok and placed it over the White Tiger Heaven Stove, then opened his mouth and breathed a mass of white flame, which squeezed into the stove and began to burn ragingly.

He filled the wok with the Spring of Life. The cold, refreshing liquid exuded rich life energy. Next, he added the Qilin Bone. There was some flesh on the bone, but it was not much and would be mainly used to make the soup. The cold water gradually heated up to boil the bone in the wok. During the process, Bu Fang didn't release his mental force.

He reached out a hand, and his spirit sea suddenly began to surge. With a rumble, the golden phantom spirit opened its eyes, which burst with golden light. The next moment, a sharp beam of light cast down into the wok, quickly turned into tiny motes, and dissolved into the water.

All of a sudden, a knife energy appeared in the boiling water and slashed toward the Dark Qilin. The bestial roar grew more intense as if it was trying to fight back. It was futile, however. Before very long, the Qilin's will was wiped out.

The following steps were not so complicated. Bu Fang took out the Qilin Bone and washed the blood from it with the Spring of Life. After that, he poured the water out of the wok and placed the bone back into it. The meat on the bone had turned slightly dark and was steaming. He picked up a plate and added the dried spirit fruits and slices of Son Mother Ginger he had prepared in advance. Then, he filled the wok with water again until the bone was fully submerged. When he was done, he made the Black Turtle Constellation Wok close up its upper part with a thought.

The next moment, Bu Fang's mental force poured forth, turning into fine threads and wound about the wok. Like the strings of a zither, he could sense every movement in the wok through them. A plume of white immortal flame gushed out of his mouth and squeezed beneath the wok. The fire roared and began to heat the water.

He lowered his arms to his waist, looked down slightly, and shaped his mental force into the finest silk. His eyes were fixed at the wok as if they could see through it and everything inside.

The soup was boiling, while the energy in the Dark Qilin Bone was released in bits and dissolved into the liquid. The threads of mental force wound about the wok and danced like the strings of a zither, as if they were playing a piece of flowing music. As the energy in the bone was released, melodious notes jumped out of the wok and composed into a fascinating piece of music.

At this moment, Xixi walked into the kitchen. She lifted the curtain and made the bell chime, but that didn't disturb Bu Fang's focus at all. She glanced around curiously, wondering what dish Bu Fang was cooking.

'Is Teacher Bu making soup?' The little girl craned her head and watched, sniffing. A rich meaty aroma filled her nostrils, and the look in her eyes changed as she stared intoxicatedly at the threads of mental force. She also seemed to have heard the beautiful piece of music played by the strings. It was the most primitive form of music, and she was fully immersed in it.

'Teacher Bu's cooking skills are truly amazing!'

Under Bu Fang's mental force, the white flame slowly changed. Halfway through the cooking, he opened his eyes, removed the lid, and added dried Vermilion fruit peels, goji berries, and various spices. As soon as these ingredients were added, the soup's aroma exploded, rushing out of the wok and caressing his face like hands.

He covered the wok again. Flames continued to burn, and the music was growing more and more intense like a fierce storm, ringing incessantly.

Xixi's little face was flushed as she watched, and beads of sweat were rolling off her forehead. It was not easy for her to keep up with Bu Fang's cooking. Although she was gifted, his cooking skills had reached a level that was worthy of being respected and admired.

The cooking was done. Bu Fang simmered the soup on low fire and retracted his mental force. After that, he turned and glanced at Xixi. The look in his eyes had become gentler.

”Xixi, take a break and get ready for soup.”

The little girl nodded obediently, turned, and was about to walk out of the kitchen.

”Oh, don't forget to tell me when that strange uncle who asked you to cook the Leek Blossom appears,” Bu Fang said in a serious voice. The world is dangerous, and he didn't want Xixi to be cheated by a pervert at such a young age.

”I will, Teacher Bu,” Xixi replied with a smile before walking out of the kitchen.

Bu Fang nodded and turned his eyes to the Black Turtle Constellation Wok. He removed the lid. Fingers of steam rose like Qilins, baring their teeth and brandishing their claws, while an auspicious gleam broke out of the wok, dazzling to look at.