1237 Owner, Give Me Ten More Skewers! (1/2)

In everyone's view, this new stall in the square was like a joke.

Teppanyaki was such a strange name that nobody had heard of it before. How could someone want to earn some quick money with a dish that jumped out from nowhere? If he wanted to make money and satisfy people's appetites, he should at least choose famous dishes, such as Roasted Tyrannous Dragon Leg of the Vajra Realm, Redemption Vegetarian Rice of the West Little Buddhism Realm, the wine of Abyss, or Blood River Fish of Earth Prison…

Only this kind of delicious food could attract people. As for Teppanyaki… nobody had heard of it before, and because of that, the stall had become a laughingstock for everyone.

The mocking remarks grew louder after people read the words on the banner. Who would be stupid enough to buy a skewer that costs ten Immortal Crystals? On top of that… who would have the mood to taste this thing when the competition was about to start?

In the distance, Mo Yan and Fang Yu couldn't help but slap their foreheads as they watched. They felt a sense of helplessness.

”The Great Demon King has indeed fallen to a new low…”

”The legendary Great Demon King is nothing more than this”

”Why did the Realm Lord send someone like this to take part in such an important competition? Isn't this a joke? He'll make the Immortal Cooking Realm into a laughingstock for all the surrounding worlds!”

Bu Fang paid no mind to all the glances thrown at him, but instead began his cooking with concentration.

Teppanyaki was a cuisine of stalls. Of course, there were fancy restaurants that hired chefs to specially cook it for diners, but in essence, it still had the flavor of stalls in it. A group of people surrounded an iron plate, watching the chef handle food on it, from which all sorts of rich smells and steam rose as the food quivered and sizzled. It was an unforgettable experience. Teppanyaki was actually a kind of worldly cuisine.

In fact, the cuisines in some fancy restaurants were good, but when compared with food sold by stalls, they lacked a touch of worldliness. The loftiness attached to them made food lose some of their flavors. On the contrary, people always enjoyed food sold in street stalls.

This was the beauty of different cuisines.

Sizzle...

Under Bu Fang's control, the Black Turtle Constellation Wok had transformed into the Black Turtle Iron Plate. As the fire heated it from below, the plate's temperature was constantly rising, causing steam to rise from it and hot air spread out into the surroundings.

Bu Fang glanced at the people around him. When he saw all the disdainful eyes, he twitched the corner of his mouth.

Next, he picked up three skewers of octopus tentacles and placed them on the plate. As soon as they touched the hot iron, they began to sizzle noisily as the liquid in them boiled and bubbled fiercely. The tentacles gave off a rich fragrance as the oil cooked them. At first, the smell was not obvious, and the fragrance was not as strong as one would have imagined.

Many people were slightly surprised when they saw Bu Fang could really cook under all the contemptuous glances. They fixed their eyes at him, feeling curious.

Xuanyuan Xiahui was nearest to the stall, and his eyes lit up instantly. He took a deep breath.

'It smells delicious. Very delicious. The ingredient has just been put onto the plate, and it already gives off such a rich aroma… Owner Bu is really cooking something new.'

Bu Fang straightened his back and didn't stop his movements. He kept pressing the tentacles with the flat spatula, squeezing out their juice. The more juice came out, the stronger the aroma. He grabbed the three skewers with one hand. When the fragrance wafted out of them and their color changed, he flipped them upside down. The tentacles sizzled again when they touched the plate, while milky white juice seeped out, boiling noisily.

He looked at the side that was flipped over. The color had changed to pink, which made the tentacles look delicious. However, this was only the beginning. Although teppanyaki didn't seem like a dish that needed skills to prepare, it actually required the chef to have very precise control of the fire. A minor mistake would completely ruin the taste.

Xuanyuan Xiahui watched as Bu Fang cooked. He suddenly had a feeling that the cuisine Bu Fang was making would be very unusual as well. It might not be as subversive as hotpot, but at least… it should have no difficulty to make this tournament boil.

Sizzle!

Both sides of the tentacles had turned pink, and because of the rising steam, they seemed to be wriggling. At this moment, the aroma was already very strong. It was the original flavor of the ingredient. The fragrance gradually spread, causing the expressions of those who kept watching at the stall to change.

”It smells wonderful… The aroma is somewhat enticing.”

”Wow… Why does this smell make me unable to restrain my emotion?”

”What a strange aroma… It smells surprisingly delicious!”

The nearby people all stared at Bu Fang's stall, and the disdainful looks in their eyes gradually disappeared. Perhaps they were so enticed by the aroma that they couldn't help but put away their contempt for him. Many of them kept sniffing at the fragrance and looked intoxicated.

Sizzle!

Bu Fang sped up his movements. He flipped the three skewers and slapped them onto the iron plate, then kept pressing them with the flat spatula. The sizzling sound grew fainter with each press, but as soon as he lifted the spatula, the aroma boiled and filled the air. Suddenly, he grabbed a small long-necked bottle placed on the edge of the stall, covered its mouth with a thumb, took a step back, and upended the bottle over the iron plate, spilling the liquid in the bottle and sprinkling it on the octopus tentacles.

Sizzle!

A fog of steam instantly rose.

The people who had been watching him burst into an uproar. Obviously, they were shocked by the sudden steam. Of course, they were also attracted by the aroma of wine and meat that permeated the air. The wine was mellow, and the tentacles smelled delicious, mingling together into a unique fragrance.

Bu Fang narrowed his eyes and suddenly felt a surge of emotion. With a thought, he produced a spicy strip and held it between his lips. Half squinting, he flicked his fingers. A drop of golden oil immediately soared into the air and floated over the iron plate.

All eyes were attracted by the drop of golden oil.

The next moment, Bu Fang pointed out a finger. At the gesture, the oil fell through the rising steam and splattered across the iron plate.

Boom!

A plume of flame instantly rose like a dragon, drawing gasps and cries from the crowd.

”Cool!”