1319 Failed? (1/2)

The task had a twenty-percent success rate. In other words, there was an eighty-percent chance that Bu Fang would fail. The failure rate was four times higher than the success rate.

Any sane man would close his eyes and refuse the task once he learned the failure rate. Therefore, the System was surprised that Bu Fang chose to accept it, and he did so without hesitation. Once accepted, the task could not be stopped, and once it was stopped, he would be wiped out by the System.

Bu Fang's decision baffled the System. After a long time, it finally spoke again in the same serious voice, ”The Host has accepted the task. The task will start now. Releasing the recipe of the Three-cup Divine Chicken. Please accept it, Host.”

The moment the System's voice rang out, Bu Fang's eyes began to flicker. Standing on the spot, he became lost in thought as vast information rushed into his head.

In his spirit sea, the Divine Dragon, Vermilion Bird, White Tiger, and Black Turtle looked up at a book that emerged in midair. They appeared to be somewhat shocked. It was a golden book entirely condensed of spiritual energy. Violent waves kept spreading from it, which frightened even the Artifact Spirits.

”That's… the God of Cooking's Menu?!”

”What? Why is Little Host exposed to the God of Cooking's Menu so early?”

”Is the System trying to force Little Host to his death? Why is it revealing the God of Cooking's Menu now…”

The Artifact Spirits were all astonished, while the Divine Dragon and the Vermilion Bird talked with each other noisily.

”Hmph! The System is stirring up trouble. Little Host is only a Two-revolution Little Saint. What would be his success rate of cooking a dish from the God of Cooking's Menu? Ten percent? Twenty percent? In any case, the success rate is too low,” the White Tiger said in a proud voice.

”This is not what we could worry about… Let's just do our job.” The Black Turtle spoke, and immediately, the whole spirit sea fell silent.

Bu Fang had no idea what was happening in his spirit sea. At this moment, he was already absorbed in reading and understanding the contents of the God of Cooking's recipe that poured into his head.

'Three-cup Divine Chicken…'

He took a deep breath, and there seemed to be golden patterns swirling in his eyes. The dish was derived from a dish on Earth called the Three-cup Chicken. Bu Fang was naturally familiar with it. However, his face grew unsightly for the first time after he read the cooking method. He finally understood why the System said his success rate was only twenty percent, and that was actually an optimistic estimation. If he were to estimate himself, it would be less than ten percent.

It was too difficult.

Frowning, he turned and walked into the kitchen. He stood in front of the stove, took a deep breath, and pondered over the details described in the recipe with flickering eyes.

The devil is in the details. No matter what you do, they are the most important, and cooking is even more so. Every detail in cooking can determine the taste of the dish. As a chef, Bu Fang must have the consciousness of paying attention to those details.

The dish was called Three-cup Divine Chicken because the main seasonings were only three cups: one cup of soy sauce, one cup of sesame oil, and one cup of rice wine. Since he could only use three cups of seasoning to cook a dish, the difficulty was naturally great.

With a buzzing sound, ingredients appeared over the stove. They were ordinary, without spiritual energy or immortal energy. In fact, they looked like the common ingredients he could buy in the market in his previous life. Of course, they were of excellent quality.

A plucked chicken was placed in a blue-and-white porcelain bowl, but it was not ready. Bu Fang needed to further prepare it. He didn't start rashly, and he didn't dare to. Once he failed, he would be wiped out. When the System said that, it was emotionless. Bu Fang believed that if he really failed, the System would kill him without hesitation. It would not show mercy just because he was the host.

Therefore, Bu Fang did not dare to be careless.

He closed his eyes and calmed himself down. After three seconds, he opened his eyes, and they were calm and indifferent, without any hint of emotion. He didn't fear that he would be obliterated once he failed, nor did he feel uneasy about the low success rate. All he had now was the calmness and easy assurance of a chef.

He placed the Black Turtle Constellation Wok over the White Tiger Heaven Stove. Flames jumped into the stove and began to burn, bursting with scorching heat. With a calm look in his eyes, he poured the water into the wok. He didn't use the Spring of Life this time but the water prepared by the System, which was sweet and refreshing. However, it did not contain spiritual energy or immortal energy as well.

When the water boiled, he scooped it out into a blue-and-white porcelain bowl. As he didn't wrap his palms with true energy, the boiling water put a frown on his brows.

Carefully, he plucked all the feathers from the chicken, sparing not even the tiniest hair. After examining it and making sure that it was clean, he removed it from the bowl and placed it on the chopping board. His hands were already red from the boiling water.

Bu Fang paused for a moment. Suddenly, he felt like he was cooking like a normal man again.

He took out the Dragon Bone Kitchen Knife, spun it in his hand, and used it to remove the chicken thighs. After chopping them into chunks, he placed them on a plate for later use.

Next, he poured oil into the wok, which came to a boil in no time at all, and then he added the chicken chunks into the oil. That was when his mental force exploded out, for what came next was the most important step that would decide his fate.

Bu Fang's divine will surged, and his mental force was spinning rapidly in his spirit sea. At this moment, everything became slower in his eyes. The boiling oil in the wok seemed to have frozen, its bubbles rising and bursting slowly as they broke the surface. When his mental force went into the wok like fine threads, he could even see that the heat in the oil infused the meat and cooked it.

In his spirit sea, the Artifact Spirits were holding their breaths.

”Not even a mistake is allowed.”

”The dish in the God of Cooking's Menu must be perfectly cooked. Otherwise, it could not be included in the Menu.”