Chapter 1810 - It’s a Big World, Go Out and Experience It (2/2)

In the absence of his cultivation base and divine power, all Bu Fang could cook were ordinary ingredients without any spiritual energy. These fat fish were grown in the pond on the mountain, not some heavenly treasure.

The water in the wok began to boil. The God of Cooking Sets had gone to suppress Soul God with Bu Fang’s divine sense. He could be said to be all alone now. The cooking utensils he was using now were the most common ones, and so were the ingredients. He did not look like a top chef who was once only one step away from becoming a God of Cooking.

The color of the boiling water turned a little cloudy after some ingredients were added. Then, Bu Fang put the fish into the wok, covered it with a lid, and waited quietly.

He caught three fish, so he made three dishes: stewed fish soup, braised fish, and grilled fish. Each of the three dishes had its own unique characteristics.

When Bu Fang set the dishes out on the bamboo table, Lord Bird made himself comfortable and sat down. Since there was only one chair, he waved his hand and conjured one more with his divine power.

“It smells good,” Lord Bird said. “It’s been a long time since I’ve eaten such mortal dishes.”

Bu Fang glanced at Lord Bird, then filled a bowl of rice and handed it to him. It was steamed from what little rice he had left. “Please enjoy yourself. This is all I have in my humble abode, so please forgive me for the poor hospitality,” he said.

Lord Bird chuckled.

They did not say anything again. Lord Bird held the chopsticks in one hand and the rice in the other. Looking at the three dishes on the table, he could not help but sigh.

Bu Fang scooped up a bowl of fish soup. The clear soup emitted a faint sweet aroma, and a few goji berries could be seen floating in it, giving it a simple but elegant appearance. As he took a sip of the soup, a warm stream swam through his body, warming him up. His hunger was tickled. He ate some rice, took another sip of soup, and ate a piece of fish.

The braised fish was soft and tender, and the sauce completely penetrated the meat, making it taste even better. The grilled fish, on the other hand, was cooked perfectly. Its fragrance and texture impressed Lord Bird. As he ate, he sighed with mixed emotions.

Had Bu Fang’s cooking skills taken a step back? To be honest, they did. They were not even close to his peak. However, that was because of the ingredients and equipment. In fact, Lord Bird felt that Bu Fang had made a small breakthrough in his cooking skills. It was a breakthrough in mentality.

“Those who experience a major fall such as this usually can’t accept the fact so calmly like you… You are somewhat amazing,” Lord Bird chuckled.

Ignoring that, Bu Fang looked up at Lord Bird and said, “Are you going to eat or not?”

That gave Lord Bird pause. The corners of his mouth twitched as he watched Bu Fang begin to sweep the dishes on the table. “Save some for me…”

After a hearty meal, all that was left on the table was a mess of fish bones. Bu Fang leaned back in the bamboo chair, which creaked, while Lord Bird rubbed his stomach and exhaled contentedly. Although these were all ordinary dishes, they whetted his appetite, and he enjoyed them.

“How did you find this place?” Bu Fang asked.

“Intuition,” Lord Bird said languidly.

Bu Fang sneered. “The universe is a vast place. Do you expect me to believe that you found a planet with lives by intuition, and I happen to be on it?”

Lord Bird smiled and shook his head, but he did not answer Bu Fang.

Since Lord Bird would not answer, Bu Fang did not know what to say anymore. He was not good at conversing with others.

“Do you want to cultivate? I can teach you a cultivation method… Practicing it for a thousand years should be enough to recover some of your cultivation base.”

“What’s the point? In a thousand years, when Soul God breaks the seal, I still can’t defeat him.” Bu Fang shook his head.

Without the God of Cooking’s will, Bu Fang alone could not defeat Soul God. So, what was the difference between him regaining his cultivation base and not regaining it? It might give him a few more days to live, but Bu Fang did not want that. He wanted to live a carefree life. He had lived happily in the mountains for many years.

Lord Bird fell silent for a moment. “If you don’t cultivate… Two hundred years at the most, you’ll be dead. Are you not afraid?”

“What’s the point of living longer if you’re not happy?” Bu Fang said indifferently. It was getting late. He stood up, looked at the sky, and shook his head. “It’s already very late. I need to sleep.”

He was hinting at Lord Bird to leave.

Lord Bird stood up and said nothing more. He seemed to have some understanding of the path Bu Fang was pursuing. With a faint smile on his face, he said, “Interesting. Owner Bu, the world is big, so you should go out and experience it. I will wait for the day of your return. When the time comes, you and I will drink together again. Hahaha…”

Laughing, Lord Bird turned and disappeared into the mountain. His voice startled the birds in the woods.

Bu Fang was silent as he watched Lord Bird disappear. “It’s a big world, so go out and experience it…” The corners of his mouth lifted slightly.

“Maybe… I really should go out and have a look at the world. A limited life should always find something to do.”