Chapter 1819 - The Extraordinary in the Ordinary (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The cabin in the woods looked shabby, but since it was the venue where the God of Cooking prepared for Bu Fang’s final test, many of its things were extraordinary.

Bu Fang could feel the terrifying energy in the kitchen knife he was holding, which was much stronger than the Dragon Bone Kitchen Knife in its perfect form. The knife, the wok, the stove, and other kitchen utensils were all of very high quality, as if they were the top divine artifacts of the universe.

The God of Cooking was very concerned about this final test. He wanted Bu Fang to be able to cook a top-notch dish, for only then would he be qualified to inherit his legacy. So what he had prepared for Bu Fang, whether it was the ingredients or the cooking utensils, was the best in the world.

Holding the kitchen knife, Bu Fang’s face gradually became expressionless. The look in his eyes was somewhat deep as if he was thinking about something. After a long time, he shook his head and put down the kitchen knife. He did not want to use the cooking utensils that the God of Cooking had prepared for him.

He then turned to look at the ingredients that were piled up to the side. Emitting a powerful aura, they were all the top ingredients in the universe equivalent or better than Great-Soul-Overlord-grade ingredients.

‘Use the top ingredients and cooking utensils to cook the best cuisine…’

The corners of Bu Fang’s mouth lifted slightly. He took a step back, sat cross-legged on the ground, and instead of starting to cook, he fell into contemplation.

The God of Cooking’s cuisine was a mixture of the Ruthless Path and the Emotional Path, with the former taking the dominant position. Perhaps that was the reason why he was looking for a successor. He was on the wrong path, and he might be dead already.

After thinking for a long time, Bu Fang looked up at everything in front of him. The amazing cooking utensils and ingredients began to transform. The top-quality ingredients that emitted a powerful aura became ordinary, while those best cooking utensils turned mediocre, looking like what the villagers in the countryside were using.

He had transformed the world’s best cooking utensils and ingredients into the most ordinary ones used by mortals. Perhaps even the God of Cooking could not figure out what he was trying to do.

After that, Bu Fang stood up, grabbed the ordinary kitchen knife, and began to cook with these simple ingredients without any haste.

He washed a fresh cabbage with water and then slowly peeled it. His movements were so meticulous that he seemed to be pouring all his emotions into it. Then, he cracked an egg into a bowl and slowly beat it with a pair of chopsticks, watching the yolk and the white mix as he stirred.

With a splat, he placed a piece of pink pork on the chopping board. Instead of using his exquisite knife skills, he held it down with a wet hand, cut it into slices, and slowly chopped it into tiny pieces.

Bu Fang’s movements were unhurried as he was no longer as impatient as he used to be in cooking. It was this kind of ordinary knife technique that could bring out the best flavor of the ingredients, for it was filled with emotions, and each cut was full of care for the ingredients.

When he was done chopping the pork, he poured out the white flour. Tiny white particles drifted in the air and clung to his hands. He pushed the flour into a small heap, made a depression in the middle, and poured water into it. The flour at the edge collapsed immediately and floated on the water’s surface. As the water flowed, more flour was washed down, forming little clumps of flour.

Bu Fang used his hands to crush these clumps, then mixed the water and flour evenly and kneaded them rhythmically. He did not use the so-called Tai Chi kneading method, nor did he use the power of the Law or the power of the Great Path. He just kneaded the dough as gently as if he was giving his child a bath.

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At that moment, there seemed to be a pair of invisible eyes in the sky watching Bu Fang. Perhaps the God of Cooking was surprised by the way he cooked. He had the best ingredients and powerful cooking utensils at his disposal, but he chose not to use them.

Did he think that dishes cooked in an ordinary way could be better than the cuisine cooked with the best ingredients and utensils?

Bu Fang was not affected in any way. As all kinds of emotions flowed in his eyes, the flour and water were gradually kneaded into a dough. He kept pressing and folding it with his hands, causing the porcelain bowl containing the dough to clatter softly.

What was a real God of Cooking dish?

Bu Fang used to think that he could cook the best delicacies with the best ingredients and cooking utensils. But that time, when he was cooking in the starry sky, he found that he was wrong. Perhaps his lack of strength was the reason. With Whitey’s help, he only managed to cook a pseudo-God of Cooking dish.

Although they differed only by the word ‘pseudo’, they were, in fact, light years apart. Bu Fang spent five hundred years thinking about the way to cross that gap, but he could not go any further. He remembered very clearly the despair that filled him.

However, when he ate the dish prepared by the God of Cooking using the finest ingredients and top-notch cooking utensils, he was not amazed. In fact, he was even a little disappointed. He knew that it must be the best dish cooked by the God of Cooking, not something that his pseudo dish could compare with, but…