1382 One Step One Revolution, Bu Fang the Great Saint! (1/2)

Bu Fang added ketchup into the Black Turtle Constellation Wok. The blood-colored sauce looked particularly charming as if it were a blooming flower. He turned the heat up, holding the wok's handle in one hand and starting to stir-fry with the other hand. Soon, a strong fragrance rose and lingered near the tip of his nose.

Water was then poured in to dilute the sauce. After that, he sprinkled seasonings and spices to create a burst of rich flavor, which was refreshing to smell at.

He continued to toss the wok and stir-fry for some time before adding wet starch to thicken the gravy. This step was also very important. The gravy should not be too thick, or it would affect the aesthetic, nor should it be too thin, which would affect the taste.

He swirled the gravy with the ladle, then slowly scooped some up. The sauce dripped back into the wok like threads, which told him that the consistency was just right.

A sizzling sound rang incessantly, while wisps of steam rose from the wok.

Bu Fang tossed the wok, lifted it, and moved it beside the fried fish. Then, he scooped a spoonful of gravy and poured it over the fish. When the gravy covered the golden fish, it seemed to come back to life. The pieces of curled up flesh were all shaking. The next moment, a rich aroma burst out of the dish.

As Bu Fang poured the gravy, he fixed his eyes at the three flower buds on the plate. They were entirely condensed of his divine will, and if they did not bloom, it meant that his dish failed the test. As for the level of his success, it would depend on the System's review.

In fact, Bu Fang had used his divine will to the maximum in this Sweet and Sour Fish, and he had not made a mistake. The only thing that could make him fail would probably be the taste.

The translucent gravy flowed slowly over the fish, glittering and looking very beautiful. As it moved, it gradually touched the three divine will flower buds.

Buzz…

An invisible wave spread, and then the first bud quietly bloomed. Bits of essence drifted out of it, which seemed to strengthen Bu Fang's mental force.

When the gravy touched the second bud, it shivered. Then, it began to slowly open, its petals trembling as if a vast amount of life force was pouring into it.

Bu Fang took a deep breath. The dish was named Three Flowers Sweet and Sour Fish, so the fish and the flowers were equally important. And the third flower was the most crucial one.

Beads of sweat rolled off his forehead, caused by the overly huge consumption of his divine will. He watched carefully.

The fish seemed to have come back to life, turning into a spiritual being and swimming in the air, while strong energy boiled around it.

Buzz…

The gravy flowed and covered the third bud.

Bu Fang swallowed, fixing his eyes at it. At this moment, he felt cold all over as if a shadow was enveloping him.

As time went by, his divine will exploded to the maximum. In his spirit sea, all the Artifact Spirits were roaring and deploying their strongest means.

Just when his divine will was about to be depleted, the last bud began to slowly change color as if it was stained by the gravy, and its closed petals trembled. Then, it bloomed quietly and suddenly, its petals unfolding and spreading. Soon, the flower was in full bloom.

With that, all three divine will flowers had bloomed, their delicate petals swaying beautifully.

Bu Fang finally breathed out a long sigh of relief. He felt both his body and mind were exhausted. This was the most dangerous cooking he had ever done since he made his debut, and he thought he was going to fail. He had almost given up, but luckily, he persisted.

Failure meant death, complete annihilation. No one could afford this price, not even Bu Fang.

He took two steps back and leaned his back against the cupboard, panting. Only then did he have the time to wipe the sweat on his forehead with a sleeve.

The Sweet and Sour Fish lay quietly on the plate. The red gravy was flowing over and around it, looking as charming as a ruby.

This test of cooking a dish from the God of Cooking's Menu was too tough. Bu Fang almost failed. From the beginning, he was in a tense state of mind. The pressure to complete the dish was tremendous, and it also had a very strict requirement for divine will.

He exhaled softly.

All of a sudden, a rumbling sound rang out in the sky outside the restaurant.

That gave Bu Fang pause. 'This kind of feeling… It's a lightning punishment, and not an ordinary one,' he thought to himself as his eyes narrowed slightly.

He clasped his hands behind his back and walked out of the kitchen without bringing the dish with him.

In the restaurant, Nethery and Foxy looked at Bu Fang, puzzled.

It was early in the morning when he began to cook the dish, and when he was done, the sky had turned dark. Most of the people queuing outside the restaurant had left, but some curious ones were still waiting, hoping that the restaurant would open.

Suddenly, the restaurant door opened with a creak, waking the people in the line. They quickly rose to their feet and looked at Bu Fang in surprise.

”Owner Bu!”

”Good evening, Owner Bu!”