Chapter 1773 - A Variety of Dark Cuisine (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

For Soul Demons, chefs were something that came from a nightmare.

Perhaps the Soul God made a little mistake when designing their sense of smell. For them, the gourmet food cooked by chefs was extremely disgusting, but the dark cuisine, which humans found extremely disgusting, was a delicacy.

Most importantly, these disgusting dark dishes were delicious yet deadly for them! This was what terrified them the most! Therefore, their hatred for chefs came from the bottom of their hearts, and dark cuisine was what could give them the creeps.

However, they could not resist the temptation of dark cuisine. It made them feel bad. They could not control themselves in the face of dark dishes, and they would always eat them, enjoy them, then die miserably.

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Bu Fang said he could fight an army alone. Coupled with his apprentices, it would definitely be a nightmare for Soul Demons.

A group of Soul Demons, who were swooping down from the sky, widened their eyes and stopped in midair, then retreated in fright. They were still filled with the lingering fear for dark cuisine.

After all, they had witnessed how Bu Fang alone had held up an army of one hundred thousand Soul Demons with dark cuisine and even killed many of them. Although he did not cook this time, the row of chefs in front of the restaurant still frightened them.

With his hands clasped behind him, Bu Fang paced in front of the restaurant. He did not plan to cook this time. He had just cooked a God of Cooking’s dish, so he needed time to let his spirit sea recover. He thought he could use this opportunity to examine his apprentices.

Foxy descended and landed on Bu Fang’s shoulder, blinking her big eyes. She had transformed into an elegant golden fox.

Bu Fang glanced at the little fox as she lay down, and he fell silent for a moment. He thought of the Heavengod Destruction he had imagined not too long ago, a domineering figure who could shatter mountains with a kick, blow a star apart with a roar, and collapse the void with a sweep of the tail.

He looked at Foxy again. The disparity between his imagination and reality had brought him a great impact.

Houtu, Nethery, and others had gathered in front of the restaurant. Xiao Xiaolong and the other apprentices intrigued them. Bu Fang was a great chef, but what about his apprentices? Their cooking skills should be amazing too, right? Many people narrowed their eyes as they watched curiously.

Holding Foxy in his arms, Bu Fang sat on the step in front of the restaurant. While taking the Golden Soul Meatballs out of the basket and stuffing them into Foxy’s mouth, he watched Xiao Xiaolong and the others cook. He wondered what dark dishes his apprentices would come up with.

Nethery and the others had understood what dark cuisine was now, so they were all looking forward to it as well.

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Xiao Xiaolong took out a large sheep stomach. He rubbed his hands, then emptied it with his kitchen knife. After that, he spun the kitchen knife, took out some sheep’s pluck, and minced them up at high speed. The sheep organs—heart, liver, and lungs—were all finely chopped up.

Xiao Xiaolong’s eyes were shining. He was happy and excited when cooking this dish. There was a demon living inside every chef, and a chef who no longer restrained himself or herself was the most terrifying one. Xiao Xiaolong was no longer restraining himself at this moment…

The sheep stomach bulged from all the stuffings. After closing it, Xiao Xiaolong covered his palms with energy and began slapping it, making it jiggle and thud with every slap. The loud noise sounded like that of something hitting on the soul, which terrified everyone.

“What is he trying to cook?!”

The crowd found it strange. Even Bu Fang had a puzzled look on his face. He was sure that he never taught Xiao Xiaolong a dish like this before. It must be something he had come up with after he stopped restraining himself. All Bu Fang’s apprentices had demons in them.

Xiao Xiaolong opened the sheep stomach again. He took out some spices and a variety of seasonings with different flavors such as sour, sweet, bitter, and spicy, and then stuffed them into the stomach.

Meanwhile, the stock was simmering in Xiao Xiaolong’s black wok. It was made with a leg of mutton and seafood. As the milky white stock boiled, he added a large piece of ginger to get rid of the mutton smell.

It was hard to associate such a brutal and wild cooking method with Xiao Xiaolong’s delicate face.

With an excited look in his eyes, Xiao Xiaolong scooped up the stock with a ladle and poured it into the sheep stomach. The stomach wriggled and slowly swelled. After that, he tied it up with a string, held it with both hands, and unleashed his divine power.

The stock boiled inside the sheep stomach and constantly impacted the inner walls, causing the raw meat to turn solid at a rate visible to the naked eye.

“What is he making?”

“It looks disgusting…”

“Is this thing edible? Isn’t it just a hotchpotch?”