1240 Bu Fang Makes a Move! (1/2)

Octopus tentacles had run out.

This was somewhat unexpected to Bu Fang, but it didn't surprise him too much. Anyway, he still had many other kinds of meat, such as demon frogs, dragon claws, and dragon tails. All of them tasted really good.

He placed a piece of demon frog meat on the Black Turtle Iron Plate. A puff of white smoke rose into the sky. With the flat spatula in his hand, he kept pressing the meat, causing the juice in the meat to ooze out. As soon as the milky juice touched the hot plate, it boiled and emitted rolling steam.

The fragrance of frog meat spread, brightening the eyes of the onlookers. Many of them were drooling and staring at the piece of meat on the iron plate, looking eager to try and taste it.

Bu Fang was very calm. Cooking took time, and waiting was a kind of training.

In the distance, Xuanyuan Xiahui was running at full speed toward the stall. His eyes were a little red, his whole body was shaking, and his mood seemed unstable.

The frog meat on the iron plate was cooked. A delicious fragrance wafted out of the red meat. Bu Fang sprinkled some wine and a few drops of oil onto it, and a plume of fire instantly rose and burned over the plate.

At that moment, Xuanyuan Xiahui arrived with bloodshot eyes.

”Why did you come back so soon? They lost?” Bu Fang didn't stop cooking as he gave Xuanyuan Xiahui a doubtful look.

Xuanyuan Xiahui nodded in silence.

By the look of Xuanyuan Xiahui's face, Bu Fang knew that those little fellows must have been badly defeated. As for how bad, he wasn't sure. However, since they lost so quickly, it must be quite serious. This was actually a stimulus to them. If they could overcome this psychological shadow, their future achievements would be unlimited.

Bu Fang exhaled softly and waved at Xuanyuan Xiahui. ”Come here.”

”Me?” Xuanyuan Xiahui didn't quite understand why Bu Fang asked him to come over.

”Help me watch the fire. You just need to keep it at this temperature. I'll be back in a minute,” Bu Fang said.

Xuanyuan Xiahui's eyes widened. 'What did he just say? He'll be back in a minute? Shouldn't he just close the stall? Our opponents are no weaklings! They have three half-step Saints and two Nine-star True Immortals! Their strength overwhelms ours!'

He trusted Bu Fang, but if Bu Fang didn't take their opponents seriously, he might fail miserably!

”Owner Bu…”

Xuanyuan Xiahui got a little worried, but Bu Fang ignored him and just handed him the spatula. Despite his qualms, he took the spatula, and the look in his eyes changed instantly.

Boom!

A horrible impact suddenly hit his mind. He felt as if he had smashed his face against the wall, and blood was going to spurt from his nose and mouth.

'This is a lot of pressure…'

'A Third Grade Immortal Chef? I think Owner Bu's cooking skill has long reached the level of Qilin Chef!'

The pressure exuding from the demon frog meat made his forehead sweat. He did not dare to be distracted, for he was afraid that if he did, he would ruin the dish.

Bu Fang glanced at all the people who were looking at him and said, ”Ladies and gentlemen, I'm sorry, but I have a match to fight. The business will be suspended until I return.”

After that, he put his sleeves down, clasped his hands behind his back, and walked at a leisurely pace toward the arena in the distance.

Everyone around was stunned.

'What's this? You're halfway through the cooking, and now you want to fight a match? How can a match be more important than cooking for us?'

However, they naturally did not say that to him. Instead, many people followed him with curiosity. They thought that if the little chef was badly beaten, they would have no chance of eating his teppanyaki again. They wouldn't want that to happen.

A group of people had clustered in front of the arena. However, Bu Fang's arrival brought another group of people. They mixed with the crowd like a river flowing into a greater river, making the place even more crowded and noisier.

Bu Fang walked slowly toward the arena, followed by the monks of the West Little Buddhism Realm, who appeared in the first team match.

Mo Yan saw Bu Fang. Her eyes were red, and there seemed to be tears in them. Leaning against her arm was Zhu Yan, who had been beaten into a pig's head with blood spurting from his nose and mouth. He looked miserable.

Bu Fang was silent. He felt a little sad. Zhu Yan, who was so arrogant in the beginning, now looked as miserable as a dead dog. He was also slightly angry. For better or worse, Zhu Yan was from the Immortal Cooking Realm, and since he now represented the realm, he could not let others bully them without doing anything. Moreover, Realm Lord Di Tai had asked him to take good care of these little fellows.

In the arena, Fang Yu roared wildly. All his bones were shaking and making a crackling sound. His opponent, the Blackwind Continent expert, was toying with the kitchen knife with one hand while using the other hand to beat him until he could not move.

”Weak… Too weak!” The Blackwind Continent expert grinned, his eyes flashing with contempt.

In the distance, the Vajra Realm experts laughed mockingly, as did the rest of the audience.

”Get out of here!”

”Go back to your puny Immortal Cooking Realm! Don't come out and make a fool of yourself again!”

”As a cook, you ought to just stay in the kitchen! You shouldn't come out to compete with experts!”

Laughter and banter filled the air.

Meanwhile, in the Immortal Cooking Realm…

The experts watching the competition through the light screen were furious. They all clenched their fists and felt very aggrieved. They didn't expect that the Immortal Cooking Realm was so looked down upon and considered weak in the outside world.

”We shouldn't have sent the juniors!”

”We have Nine-star True Immortals too! We should have sent Nine-star True Immortals to participate in the tournament!”