Chapter 1599 - The World God of Cookery Tournament (2/2)

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Weighing nearly one hundred thousand tons, the cruise ship was a monster on the sea. After all the passengers were on board, it finally started its engines. With a piercing whistle blaring through the clouds, this beast of the sea slowly sailed away from the port and glided into the vast ocean.

The interior of the cruise ship was more than twenty stories high. Bu Fang and his companions walked through it and arrived at the area where they would wait for the competition to begin.

The competition had attracted many world-class chefs. In addition to them, there were also some ordinary chefs participating, who were attracted by the high prize money. However, these ordinary chefs had also gone through numerous cooking competitions before they were qualified to board this ship.

Every chef’s face was full of confidence and a look of eagerness to fight. All of them wanted to win first place, for the champion would not only be able to make international fame, but also receive one hundred million dollars of prize money as well as a mysterious gift.

The participants included not only individuals but also teams. In fact, very few of the participants came alone—most of them were teams. Compared to individuals, well-coordinated teams could cook in a more organized manner.

Bu Fang and his companions sat in a corner. The waiting area was gorgeously decorated. Neon lights were constantly flashing, while lively music was lingering in the air. Men in suits and ladies in gowns were dancing on the dance floor, while all kinds of wine and food were being served on tables around the floor.

Yu Ge was gone to find something good to drink and eat. Xiao Ai sat beside Bu Fang and never took her eyes off him—Chief Luo had given her the task of keeping an eye on him.

Bu Fang did not do anything unusual. He just sat in the chair, quietly waiting for the competition to start. Just now, he had spread his divine sense and scanned the entire floor. He found that among the participants, there were not many superhumans and Qi cultivators. He did find a few, but they were not chefs.

The participating chefs were all ordinary people, but they had superhumans mixed in their teams. It seemed that this World God of Cookery Tournament was not that simple.

“Good day, beautiful lady. May I have the honor to invite you for a dance?”

As Xiao Ai was working on her computer, a gentle voice rang out. A handsome man in a fine suit, with blond hair and blue eyes, came in front of her, held out his hand gracefully, looked at her with a smile. He asked in fluent Mandarin.

Xiao Ai paused, and when she looked up and saw the young man’s handsome face, she blushed.

“Go ahead,” Bu Fang said lazily.

The blond youth nodded to Bu Fang with a smile. Bu Fang’s face was expressionless as he closed his eyes, while Xiao Ai, blushing and bewildered, was led away by the youth.

Suddenly, a clear sound of footsteps rang out, and a sultry scent of perfume spread through the air. A woman in a bright red dress came up to Bu Fang, her hips moving from side to side as she walked. Her long skirt parted from her thighs, revealing her attractive fair skin, and with every step she took, her ample bosom bounced, attracting the eyes of many people.

“Hey, handsome boy, will you dance with me?” the woman stood before Bu Fang and said in a soft and charming voice. Her Mandarin was not fluent, but she spoke with confidence.

However, after she had finished speaking, Bu Fang still sat there and did not move. The expression on her face froze slightly. Glancing at the little fox and the mantis shrimp on his shoulder, a strange light flashed in her eyes.

Just as she curled her red lips and was about to make another invitation again, Bu Fang opened his eyes. “What did you say?” he asked, his face expressionless.

“May I ask you… for a dance?” the woman said in a seductive tone. There seemed to be a pink gleam in her eyes, and she kept blinking.

Bu Fang was with Xiao Ai, who was a member of Hua’s State Supernatural Agency. As a superhuman from Sakura, the woman had to come to pry out some intelligence. Not long ago, all the superhumans from Sakura were ordered to do their best to assist their chefs in winning this cooking competition. So, she needed to be prepared for everything.

She had great faith in her charming powers—she knew that this young man before her would soon listen to her and tell her everything he knew.

“What’s wrong with your eyes? Got sand in them? Why do you keep blinking?” Bu Fang asked.

The woman was taken aback.

‘How could this man be unaffected by my charming powers?’

“Sir…” She wanted to say something, but she suddenly noticed that Bu Fang’s eyes had become very deep. She felt as if she was facing a chaotic starry sky, and she was drawn into it. Soon, her cheeks turned red, and her legs clenched together uncontrollably.

She was vaguely aware that she was talking, but she could not remember what she had said. By the time she finally came to her senses, she was already in the distance, and the young man had long since disappeared.

The woman was dumbfounded. ‘What just happened? What did I say? Why do I feel so tired and weak?!’

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“Sakura? How dare a small country like this covet the Artifact Spirits…” The corner of Bu Fang’s mouth curled slightly. With him here, even an Immortal King could not touch any of the Artifact Spirits.

In the distance, the host was already announcing the start of the God of Cookery Tournament. Yu Ge came back with a satisfied look on his face and a piece of cake in his hand. Xiao Ai had returned as well. Her face was flushed, and she looked drunk.

Bu Fang thought the competition would be a fun one. It had been a long time since he had encountered Earth’s food. He was suddenly interested in the competition.

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On the twentieth floor of the luxury cruise ship…

The whole floor was filled with stoves, which looked quite visually appealing. One after another, chefs in neat chef’s robes and their teams marched between the stoves and took their assigned places.

These chefs came from all over the world, including Hua, Western countries, and some other small countries. However, they all had one obvious characteristic: they all wore neat chef’s robes.

Bu Fang stood in front of his stove and looked down at the denim jacket he was wearing. It was an outfit he had casually taken out of his rented apartment. Xiao Ai, standing beside him, was wearing a denim jumpsuit, while Yu Ge wore a flowing Hanfu.

Amid a crowd of chefs dressed in neat white robes, their outfits made them look slightly peculiar. And because of that, they attracted many indifferent and disdainful glances.

“I can’t believe people like these also came to take part in this competition… Money really moves people. The prize of one hundred million dollars has attracted all kinds of strange people here!”

With the crisp sound of a gong, the World God of Cookery Tournament officially began!