1226 Sword Po (1/2)

Two half-step Saints were obviously nothing to Bu Fang, but he was too lazy to handle them himself, so he thought that he could take the opportunity to try Spirit Possession.

The result was good as the two half-step Saints were easily dealt with. He had expected it to be easy, or else the ability would be completely useless to him. After all, his cultivation base had reached the level of half-step Saint as well. If truth be told, Bu Fang wasn't interested in stripping clothes. It was more enjoyable for him to watch Whitey do it.

Outside the restaurant, Fatty Ding and his guards staggered to their feet, confused. When they felt chills all over their bodies, their faces turned livid.

The people around the restaurant had long been accustomed to such events. It was perfectly normal for someone to be stripped of their clothes and thrown out of the Great Demon King's restaurant.

For the people inside the restaurant, however, what just happened brought them a huge impact. That fresh and carefree laughter, the golden hair, and the smile on Owner Bu's face... They thought they were hallucinating. When did Owner Bu learn to smile? What happened to him? When was his face capable of performing so many different expressions?

Xixi's mouth dropped open. Her eyes went wide, and there was an incredulous look on her face. Was this still her serious, cold, tall, and handsome Teacher Bu? He had completely overturned his image in her heart.

Not only Xixi, but Flowery and Nethery also looked shocked and terrified. Even Lord Dog was stunned, so much so that he almost resumed licking the soup…

”That wasn't me...” Looking at all the shocked faces, Bu Fang rubbed his temple with a thumb. He wondered if his image in their hearts had been completely overthrown. Then, he saw Nethery and the others nod as if they could read his mind.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Bu Fang's straight, expressionless face. This was the Bu Fang they knew.

Soon, the soup was finished. Nethery's face had turned ruddy, and she returned to her room to rest.

Flowery went to Lord Dog's side, hugged his leg, and cuddled comfortably there. She really enjoyed Lord Dog's aura. Xixi carried her bowl and went into the kitchen to practice cooking in high spirits. As for Bu Fang, after he cleaned up everything, he brought a chair and sat leisurely in front of the restaurant. The warm sunlight gently sprinkled down on his face, making him feel comfortable.

Time passed quickly. When the sun went down, Bu Fang went back inside the restaurant and closed the door.

When Bu Fang stepped into the kitchen and saw the little girl practice her knife techniques, he frowned and said, ”Practicing cooking is a gradual process. You need to learn when to work and rest.” He rubbed her head and asked her to sit in a chair. After that, he made her Vermilion Fruit-flavored ice cream and told her to take a break.

Xixi looked curiously at the delicacy, and after she took the first bite, she was completely attracted. Although she was precocious, she was a little girl after all, and that made her irresistible against ice cream. She was instantly captured by its delicious taste.

While she enjoyed the ice cream, Bu Fang rolled up his sleeves and prepared to cook a dish, which was called Sword Pot. It was a recipe the System rewarded him. The System now rarely rewarded him with recipes, so it was a rare dish. Therefore, Bu Fang treated it seriously. He went through the cooking method in his head, which was recorded in great detail on the recipe.

'The main ingredient of Sword Pot is the Earth Prison's Sword Feather Crane. A special spirit beast in the Cave of the Fallen Gods. The birds have their own sword intent, which is extremely sharp and lethal. They live in groups, and wherever they pass, they leave countless sword marks on the ground. Their king has mastered sword intent and can transform into a sword.' The System's serious voice rang in Bu Fang's head, explaining to him the cooking method and origin of Sword Pot.

Bu Fang stood in front of the stove, lost in thought, while Xixi enjoyed her ice cream happily. She was looking curiously at him, wondering if he was about to cook something delicious again.

He didn't spend too much time thinking, though. Soon, he opened his eyes, came in front of the cabinet, and opened it. Terrible sword intent burst out of the cabinet in an instant. It was extremely sharp and seemed to have turned into numerous tiny swords, all thrusting toward him.

The spirit bird was fierce, but Bu Fang had his own way of suppressing it. In his spirit sea, the Vermilion Bird's aura fused into his body and spread suddenly. At the same time, his Vermilion Chef Robe turned fiery scarlet and kept flashing. Then, with a loud bird cry, the violent sword intent instantly stopped bursting out of the cabinet.

He reached a hand into the cabinet and took out a Sword Feather Crane. It was a bird with milky white feathers that looked as pure as snow. Its most distinctive feature was its temperament, which felt like a sword that had never been unsheathed before. Each of its feathers contained sword intent like that of an arrow, and if they were all unleashed, they could cut everything to pieces.

Sword Pot was unlike anything Bu Fang had ever cooked, so he had spent some time thinking about it. It was because he had thought enough that he chose to start cooking now.

He produced the Black Turtle Constellation Wok, filled it with Spring of Life, and began heating it. When the water came to a boil, he added the Sword Feather Cranes into the wok, then drained its blood and plucked its feathers. The bird's feathers were as sharp as swords, and they were heavy. When he threw them on the ground, they made clanging sounds similar to metal.

Bu Fang proceeded in an orderly way. The Sword Pot was not difficult to cook. In fact, it was easier than the bone soup he had just cooked. Using the Dragon Bone Kitchen Knife, he cut the whole bird into small pieces. After that, he added oil into the wok, waited for it to come to the right temperature, then added the meat and slices of Son Mother Ginger, stir-frying them together.

When the aroma rose from the wok, he took out a clay pot the System had prepared for him, filled it with the cooked dish, and covered it with a lid. The next step was to simmer the dish on low fire until the aroma was thick and strong. It was a time-consuming process. However, Bu Fang was calm now, and he was not in a hurry, so he just sat cross-legged on the floor, waiting for the dish to be cooked.