When Bu Fang pays attention to thunder clouds.

That plate of fragrant and spicy and sour potato shreds has already reached the bottom.

Chef and Liu Mu, you spoonful, I spoonful... I had a lot of fun eating. While eating, I was immersed in the deliciousness of the sour and sour potato shreds.

They had never thought that an ordinary dish could be so delicious, and that the dishes that had been eaten countless times would actually stir their hearts.

Did they eat fake hot and sour potato shreds before?

When the last piece of potato shredded by Liu Mu with his fingers and threw it into his mouth, the plate of potato shredded completely broke into pieces.

“It’s delicious…so delicious!”

Liu Mu smashed his mouth and looked at Bu Fang with surprise.

Is this really a step to the cooking skills of your own?

Is this kid hiding in a small rental house for several days just to improve his cooking skills?

But, this is improving too fast, right?

Cooking is a matter of slow work and meticulous work. It’s not that a world-class chef has spent decades of immersed in a craft.

But how old is the bu just now.

The chef wiped his mouth with a cloth towel, his eyes a little complicated.

I am still teaching Bu Fang before that Bu Fang should not slacke in cooking training.

As a result... Bu Fang's cooking skills show that he, the chef, felt a little ashamed.

Is this really Bu Fang?

Although he has always been optimistic about Bu Fang, he feels that Bu Fang has a more love for cooking than Liu Mu.

But I didn't expect that this love was transformed into cooking skills so quickly.

"Are you enlightened? Or have you obtained some secrets?"

The chef smiled and quipped.

His eyes at Bu Fang are no longer the eyes of his younger generation.

This sour and sour potato shredded potatoes alone is enough to get to the point of departure.

"From today on your own..."

Bu Fang nodded.

Don't care about this.

His cooking skills have long exceeded the chef's imagination. Whether it is his understanding of cooking skills or concentration, they are far beyond what ordinary people think.

What Bu Fang cares about now is who is limiting him.

He just made a shredded potato, which actually caused a warning of thunder robbery.

Could it be...

Bu Fang's eyes narrowed slightly.

After saying goodbye to the chef, he left the kitchen.

He came to the roof of the dilapidated old building.

Standing on the roof, the wind was blowing slightly. He raised his head and looked at the vast sky. The sky was as clear as the sky was. The thunder clouds just now appeared and dissipated quickly.

Below is a busy street with high-rise buildings rising from the ground, and a modern atmosphere comes.

Bu Fang was slightly confused.

But soon, he calmed down.

Slightly eyes.

Bu Fang's legs were slightly bent.

Then, there seemed to be a terrible burst of power in the legs.

Bang!

With his legs stretched straight, Bu Fang's figure suddenly soared into the sky like a rocket!

He even rushed into the sky with a sonic boom.

The wind is blowing the hair of the foot, but the foot is not concerned.

He wants to see what is restricting him like this...

The way of heaven?

Or is it a mysterious person?

Bu Fang was very moved. At least the old houses seemed to have a sudden shock, which made people in the house think it was an earthquake. Many people ran out, and many even cursed.

After a while, Bujian rushed into the clouds.

The air flow is constantly squirting.

A heavy pressure fell on Bu Fang's shoulder.

Bu Fang almost couldn't help but break away from the bondage, but Bu Fang could feel that once he broke away from the bondage of divine power, the earth might be destroyed in an instant.

This strange feeling gave way to the slightest, but hesitated for a moment, but chose to give up.

Bang!

After rushing out of the atmosphere, Bu Fang's clothes were already torn.

With inertia, standing in the starry sky, I walked around.

His eyes were like dragons, looking straight at the universe.

The stars in the distance and the vast universe seem to be trying to find that mysterious power...

Unfortunately, everything is very peaceful.

Frown.

Bu Fang found nothing strange.

The pressure on his body made him fall back to Earth.

The sound of hula resounded like a falling meteorite.

Extremely fast.

The satellites floating around the earth captured this scene, which immediately caused panic among many people.

What is that?

Meteorite?

But how come meteorites are human-shaped?

...

Bang.

Bu Fang fell to the ground, and there seemed to be still heat that had not dissipated on his body.

Bu Fang's control of power was very balanced, and he fell from a height of 10,000 meters, but it did not cause the ground to explode.

No matter what the secrets of the earth are.

Bu Fang felt that the main thing he had at present was to find the spirits and let the spirits return to the chef's God suit. Perhaps only in this way could he embark on the perfect chef's path.

Hurry...

The sky was raining again.

The cold rain slapped Bu Fang's body, and Bu Fang was even a little awake.

This spiritual rain is definitely strange, but Bu Fang is not sure where this strangeness is reflected in for the time being.

Back in the rental house, I changed into a set of clothes.

Bu Fang came to the restaurant.

This order is a restaurant, but the business in the restaurant is as bleak as ever.

This is not very consistent with the chef's cooking skills.

The chef sat on a chair, brewing tea and reading a book.

Liu Mu was playing with his mobile phone.

They have long been used to this kind of customerless life.

If the restaurant continues according to the situation, it will not take long...it will be closed.

"Are you back?"

The chef saw Bu Fang and smiled.
To be continued...