Chapter 1801 - The Will of the God of Cooking! (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Rumble!

Space was crumbling. Tongtian’s pupils narrowed, and the Great Soul Overlords also squinted and turned their gazes over.

Bu Fang’s figure was obscured by a mist, which had knocked Whitey away. It was now scratching its bald head with a big hand in the distance, looking somewhat confused.

‘What’s going on?’ Tongtian frowned. Bu Fang was now in a situation he did not expect. ‘Is he done cooking?’ he thought to himself. ‘If that’s the case, our chance of destroying the portal might be here!’

The Great Soul Overlords who formed the Heavenly Demon Array exchanged glances. They did not know what was happening. Meanwhile, Sloth glanced at Bu Fang and twitched his lips in disdain. ‘Whatever the chef is trying to do, he will die. The most important thing now is for His Excellency Soul God to descend!’

“Ignore that and kill all of them!” Sloth said. “Don’t make a mistake.”

The giant Heavenly Demon nodded. The next moment, he walked toward Bu Fang with the great axe in hand.

Tongtian’s heart skipped a beat. He would not allow the giant to kill Bu Fang. Without hesitation, he sent out his sword, which tore through the sky and locked the demon in a battle.

Foxy was also attacking with all her might, constantly shooting one meatball after another.

…

Bu Fang felt that his consciousness was sinking into a bottomless ocean, falling deeper and deeper. Bubbles burst from his mouth occasionally to rise to the surface. He had no idea what was happening to him. Great pressure kept squeezing him from all around, trying to crush his flesh and soul.

Even then, all kinds of images flashed in front of his eyes. Some of them were scenes when he had just begun to learn cooking on Earth, and some were his proud moments in the Light Wind Empire. They kept being projected in front of him like an old movie of the eighties.

It was his journey of learning how to cook. These experiences were what had brought his cooking skills to the current height. No one was born a chef, and neither was Bu Fang, though his talent in cooking was already amazing when he was on Earth.

He opened his mouth to say something, but the seawater took the opportunity and rushed into his throat. His pupils narrowed—he was in pain. Was he not cooking the dish that combined the best ingredients of various universes in front of Hangu Pass? Why was he here? Where was this place?

Bu Fang was confused, and he felt cold. He swallowed. Slowly, his eyelids grew heavier, and his body kept sinking deeper and deeper…

…

Bu Fang opened his eyes. A faint smell wafted into his nose. It was the fragrance of food. That gave him pause. When he turned his head, he found himself standing in front of a restaurant.

‘Where am I…’ He frowned. Looking up, he saw the restaurant’s signboard over the door: Heaven and Earth Restaurant. Each of the characters was filled with a shocking will and glowing like the sun, so bright that Bu Fang could not look straight at it.

“Hey… Owner Mu’s restaurant is open today!”

“This is so rare! Owner Mu’s dishes are delicious!”

“Not only that, but he’s also very beautiful! Ha!”

People walked past Bu Fang. Some of them were clad in rich robes, while some were in rags or sackcloths. There were men and women, and they all came here for the restaurant. A long line of people stretched from the restaurant door to the other end of the street.

The business of the restaurant was booming, just like when Bu Fang opened his restaurant. Most of these people did not have a cultivation base, and those who did were negligible. He could easily wipe them out with just a gaze.

Suddenly, a few people walked straight at him and went through him—he could not touch them. ‘Oh? This is not a real world?’ Bu Fang was slightly taken aback. Putting his hands behind his back, he stepped into the restaurant.

It was very lively inside. The air was filled with the noises of cutlery knocking against bowls and plates, the sizzling of cooking, and the shouting of customers.

“Owner Mu! I’ll have fried beef, medium, please!”

“Do you have that sweet nectar today, Owner Mu? I’ll have one jar!”

“Right! Only a fool will not order Owner Mu’s sweet nectar in Heaven and Earth Restaurant! Ha!”

The customers shouted and joked with each other merrily as Bu Fang watched, frowning. The next moment, a familiar voice rang out of the kitchen. “You nasty people… Scram!” The tone suggested that the person was joking rather than scolding. Then, the curtain that separated the kitchen from the dining area was lifted, and a familiar figure came into Bu Fang’s sight.

‘Ugh? Mu Hongzi?’ Bu Fang froze. Yes, the familiar figure was none other than Mu Hongzi, the previous host of the System from the Chaotic Universe.

Holding the Dragon Bone Kitchen Knife, Mu Hongzi leaned against the door frame and scolded the diners with an amorous smile. Many people, men and women, were smitten by that smile. Such a look would never appear on Bu Fang’s face.

Mu Hongzi continued to talk with his customers as if he never saw Bu Fang. After watching for a while, Bu Fang began to walk in the restaurant. Its layout was almost identical to that of his restaurant. Perhaps what set them apart were the chef, the diners, and the atmosphere. Bu Fang was a cold chef who would not talk and joke with his customers.

‘Is this the projection of Mu Hongzi when he was walking the path of becoming the God of Cooking? And it seems like the beginning of his journey…’

Frowning, Bu Fang made his way to the kitchen. As this was only a projection, he could not lift the curtain with his hand. Through the cloth, he saw Whitey standing near the entrance, its purple eyes flashing. For a moment, Bu Fang thought the puppet saw him.

He moved on to enter the kitchen. Remembering that it was a restricted area, he wondered if he could bypass the restriction in his current state. Still, he walked into the kitchen. Nothing happened.

Inside, Mu Hongzi was busy cooking in front of the stove. He was alone. Food ingredients jumped under his kitchen knife, while oil sizzled in the wok and filled the air with a delicious aroma. From behind, he looked somewhat skinny and lonely…

‘Perhaps every chef is destined to be lonely,’ Bu Fang thought to himself. He retreated from the kitchen and came back to the joyous atmosphere of the restaurant.

Suddenly, everything around him burst like bubbles. The scene changed, and then he was in the restaurant again. But this time it was not Heaven and Earth Restaurant. The chef walking out of the kitchen was… the old man he met in Void City.