Then, the guy twisted his butt and got into the cabin.

After a while, he handed it to Bu Fang with a bag.

Bu Fang was stunned and took the bag, and in the bag were beans.

The round beans have different colors, with various colors.

"What's this?"

Bu Fang was confused.

"Boss Bu... This is my latest masterpiece from Lao Niu! Among these beans, each bean is fused with the laws of heaven, laws, the power of soul demons... the power of curses and other various powers!"

Niu Hansan rubbed his hands.

"I originally wanted to wait for Boss Bu to study together when he was free, and now I will give you this bean..."

"This is the best ingredient!"

Niu Han San’s self-confidence.

His name as the father of hybridization in another world was not in vain.

There are many things Bu Fang throws into the pastoral world. As Bu Fang's strength improves, all kinds of strange ingredients are thrown in.

In addition to being eaten by Bu Fang, there are many ingredients that have been used and studied by Niu Hansan.

Bu Fang raised his eyebrows and glanced at Niu Hansan.

This guy... is really a unique cow.

Are the different forces of each universe fused together?

Hotpot?

Say yes, but not, because this hodgepodge is just a hodgepodge of power, and ingredients... but just one.

Bu Fang nodded, and suddenly felt a little expectant in his heart.

Just as Niu Hansan said.

One force reduces ten goals!

No matter what method he is, he can just use force to break it!

Bu Fang's fingers plucked the beans, and the seven-color beans gave in Bu Fang's heart to look forward to it.

"Go away."

Bu Fangdao.

The next moment, I left the pastoral world.

Niu Hansan raised his feet and hummed leisurely.

The father of hybridization in another world... awesome!

...

Bu Fang is back.

He opened his eyes and suddenly a bag of beans appeared in his hand.

The hat inside is in seven colors.

Bu Fang's eyes narrowed and he glanced at the man in the distance.

The latter's dark cuisine is almost finished.

Bu Fang let out a breath, not hesitating.

He poured out all the beans, and the beans fell into the blue and white porcelain bowl, soaked in the spring of life.

boom!

suddenly.

The air made a sound, and Bu Fang took out the dark and heavy Xuanwu pot.

What he wants to do this time, the food about beans... There is no doubt that he has a choice in his heart!

Xuanwu's roar of turtle resounded, and the aura of the brink of the brink continued to rise.

Eyes froze.

With a bent finger, the divine fire jumped out immediately, and the red divine fire fell under the Xuanwu pot.

Bu Fang put all the beans into the pot and cook them.

Gulugulu.

The seven-colored beans are boiling, and each is rolling.

The divine fire penetrated into the beans.

Soon, a fire thread turned into a bee in the center of each bean and was beating.

After a while, the heat started to rise.

Bu Fang poured out the water.

With a thud, Qi Tianshao rotated in his hand, and even rotated along his wrist for a round.

Talk.

Bu Fang pressed the Qitian spoon into the pot and pounded all the cooked beans.

A piece of white gauze fell into Bu Fang's hand, wrapped the mashed beans, squeezed them hard, and squeezed them all out...

At this moment, the food that Bu Fang wants to cook has basically taken shape.

The slightly viscous bean paste was poured into the pot by Bu Fang. The bean paste had different colors and was colorful, but it was wandering like flowing water, which was a bit charming.

Heat the red divine fire and stir-fry the water in the bean paste dry.

Unlike the man's pure black food, Bufang's seven-colored bean paste looks even more beautiful.

but……

The people outside the kitchen were not interested in Bu Fang's bean paste at all, and roared greedily at the man's food like crazy.

Bu Fang stabilizes his mind and does not be happy with things or is sad with himself.

Make the food you have in your hands seriously.

It is a long process to stir-fry the moisture of dried bean paste.

In addition, you need to use low heat and stir-fry without any rush or slow speed.

This is somewhat similar to the cooking of the man opposite. The man also stirs it slowly without any haste until the food becomes sticky.

After a long time.

Bu Fang added honey and oil to the fried bean paste...

Covering the palm of your hand, energy suddenly fell into the pot, and removing the bean paste from it.

Buzz...

The bean paste rotated in Bu Fang's hand and turned into a rotating colorful ball.

Gentle, luxurious, charming eyes.

Let the bean paste hang in the air.

Bu Fang made a cold breath, allowing the bean paste to start to freeze.

On the other side, we started kneading the flour...

Bu Fang is really too skilled in making noodles.

The dough flew over and turned into a ball, suspended in the air, echoing the seven-colored bean paste balls.

far away.

The man had finished cooking.

Rumble...

He poured the food from the glass pot into the black pot on the wooden cart, and the boiling heat boiled on the black pot.

And he took out a clean white cloth and wiped his hands.

Wipe it carefully and finely little by little.

After a while, it wiped clean.

The man's dish is finished.

Outside the kitchen, those exiled were completely crazy...

They crowded at the door, rushing to the kitchen door, making the kitchen door seem to be about to be washed open!

Bu Fang's face was calm and looked at everything outside the door, without changing his expression.
To be continued...