1244 The Immortal Cooking Realm Is Being Targeted (1/2)
The Vajra Realm expert was not only beaten up in front of the arena but also groped by someone in the chest. On top of that, the scene was transmitted to all the small worlds by the projection array. It made him the laughing stock of countless people.
”How dare he stand in the Great Demon King's way? He's courting death!
”The moral of the story is never underestimate any chef, because behind every chef, there are probably thousands of foodies, especially awesome chefs.”
”He thinks he can bully the Great Demon King because he has a big chest? Dammit! Give his chest a punch for me!”
Everyone in the Immortal Cooking Realm was cheering as they ate delicious food and enjoyed the Vajra Realm expert's miserable howl.
Meanwhile, in the Vajra Realm, countless experts stared speechlessly at the light screen. After some time, someone broke the silence and said, ”This fellow has disgraced us all! I can't believe he got beaten up by so many people at the same time. This scene is transmitted to other small worlds… I think the name 'Vajra Realm expert with a big chest and no brain' will soon be well-known…”
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More people were curious about the chef from the Immortal Cooking Realm. They couldn't understand why so many experts, including a prominent monk from the West Little Buddhism Realm, stood up for him. Bringing with them their doubts, these people followed the group of men who had finished beating the burly guy as they headed to Bu Fang's stall.
Before they could get close to the stall, they already smelled the rich aroma of meat in the air. The taste was unusual and had a unique flavor, which made their hearts beat faster.
”It smells delicious! The taste is simply intoxicating!”
”Why is it so fragrant?”
”Is that the smell of barbecue? No, it's a taste that's hard to put into words! I've never tasted something that smells like this!”
The group of people chattered and fixed their eyes on a stall not far away. The chef from the Immortal Cooking Realm, who had just shown his prowess in the arena, was busy cooking behind the stall with his sleeves rolled up. He grabbed a handful of meat skewers and pressed them all on an iron plate, filling the air with the unique aroma.
”Owner Bu! Give me a skewer of teppanyaki demon frog!”
”A skewer is not enough for me! I want ten skewers!”
”Owner, give me as many as you have!”
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There was a long line of people at the front of the stall. Everyone's eyes seemed to be spitting fire as they stared at the meat skewers on the iron plate, looking hungry and couldn't wait to taste the food.
The sight startled those who had just arrived.
”What? He actually set up a stall near the arena? And the business seems to be booming?!”
”I can't stand it anymore. I'm going to buy a skewer and taste it myself!”
Immediately, another group of people joined the long line in front of the stall.
Zhu Yan and his companions had already been stunned by the booming business of the stall. They were in awe of Bu Fang now. Both his fighting capacity and the popularity of his stall were completely beyond their imagination. Moreover, when they smelled the meaty aroma in the air, their appetites were also aroused.
”Because there are too many people, each person can now only buy one meat skewer at a time. If you want to eat another, please queue up again…”
Looking at the dense crowd, Bu Fang felt a little headache. However, his mood was cheerful and happy. In just a short time, his sales had reached a very frightening figure.
Demon frog meat was more popular than octopus tentacles. Every customer couldn't wait to try it because it was more flavorful and chewy.
Before this, Bu Fang's rule was that each person could only buy ten meat skewers at the most. He could cook thirty to forty skewers at a time, so he could complete orders for three to four people. It was a good speed, but he thought it was still too slow. Therefore, he made a change to limit each person to buy one skewer at a time. It was a lot faster, and he could serve thirty to forty people at a time, and as efficiency increased, customers who were impatient to wait had become less grumpy.
Fa Wu rolled up his robe, grinning from ear to ear. He held in his hand a skewer of reddish-brown demon frog meat, which was covered in a sauce that made it look particularly tempting. The layers of the steaming meat were very noticeable. When he gave it a deep sniff, the slightly spicy smell immediately squeezed into his nostrils and made him salivate even faster.
He tore off a small piece of meat with his teeth. The frog was actually white under its reddish-brown skin, and the texture was extremely smooth and chewy. The aroma of meat enveloped his taste buds and made him deeply intoxicated. His lips were oily, and his face was red.
The stall's booming business caused a great uproar, and because the food was delicious, its reputation quickly spread among the crowd.
After buying from the stall, some people took their meat skewers around the arena and ate them while watching the match. This caused dissatisfaction among other audiences. Many people lost their interest in the competition and stared at the meat skewers in those people's hands from time to time, and then those satisfied customers would always be kind enough to tell them where to buy the food. As a result, more and more people joined the queue to buy teppanyaki. Many people found the match a little boring without a meat skewer in their hands.
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The next match was between the Abyss team and the North Cloud Sea team.
The North Cloud Sea was a small world that was not very strong, but it was not weak either. There were no Little Saints in its team, but all its contestants were half-step Saints. That made their overall strength stronger than that of the Blackwind Continent.
As for their opponent, the Abyss, most people didn't know much about it because it had been a vassal world of Nether Prison until recently. Although many people had heard of its name, and many people from other small worlds would choose it as their destination if they were to flee from their homes, they didn't have a clear understanding of its strength.
The contestants of the North Cloud Sea were all very proud.
In the arena, an Abyss law enforcer wearing a blood-colored robe hung his arms at his sides. Opposite him was an expert from the North Cloud Sea, who was holding a meat skewer in his hand. A delicious aroma wafted out of the meat, causing an uproar among the audience.
”He's gone too far! How can he eat a meat skewer in the arena?”
”Bastard! I waited in line for half a day just to buy one meat skewer!”
”Finish it before starting the fight! Don't waste such delicious food…”
Many people outside the arena stared at the North Cloud Sea expert and shouted loudly.
The expert grinned, lifted the skewer, and took a bite of the meat. Dripping with oil, the springy meat was separated from the wooden stick, and he chewed it with relish. The other contestants from the North Cloud Sea were also eating meat skewers.
The scene was transmitted to many surrounding worlds through the projection array.
”Wow! What's he eating?”