His hands shook.

Make dough with exquisite spiritual wheat from pastoral world.

Normal kneading dough, making dough...the normal steps for pastry.

Many people don’t care, and some people frowned.

"Isn't this chef trying to take this opportunity to trick them into eating delicious food?"

Someone had this doubt in his heart.

"Impossible... We have persisted for so long, how could we be deceived by his methods! Look, this cook should have some methods behind him..."

Set the dough aside to ferment.

Bu Fang took out a silver herring.

The keel-boned kitchen knife emerged, rotated in his hand, and after playing with a knife.

Bu Fang began to deal with the herring in his hand.

The internal organs were removed, the herring was cut into two halves, and the upper half was taken, wrapping the herring's head...

Bu Fang also deliberately brightened herring's eyes.

Stuff the upper body of the marinated herring into the dough to expose the herring's head.

Insert one by one, one dough one can see the herring with bright eyes... looking at the sky.

Canned herring.

Bu Fang narrowed his eyes and glanced around.

Then the starry sky's mental power was released and wrapped in canned food...

To prevent odor leakage and cause discomfort.

Crash.

Bu Fang uncovered the bulging canned herring.

The moment the can was opened, a scent of the scent instantly poured into Bu Fang's face...

Bu Fang's mouth twitched...

Rolling his eyes.

The expressions on his face suddenly wrinkled...

It's so... so bad!

This stink tofu is not as good as...

It's hard to imagine how this kind of thing feels when it's stuffed into your mouth.

Perhaps, only the brave ones dare to eat it.

Others can't smell it.

Because I was isolated by Bu Fang.

Everyone saw that the expression on Bu Fang's face suddenly changed drastically when he opened the can.

The facial features seemed to be stacked together, and at that moment, there seemed to be a surging look of despair.

Xiao Ai was stunned. It turned out that the boss could make so many expressions.

But what does this expression mean?

On the dining table.

The ten challengers also squinted their eyes.

They seemed to have smelled something unusual.

This challenge... seems to make people feel a little scared.

Bu Fang's magic power wrapped the canned fat fish, took out the canned can with thick juice, dug out the center of the dough, and stuffed the herring in the can into the dough.

When his face turned red, Bu Fang stuffed the dough into the Xuanwu pot and started roasting...

Gently let out a breath.

Bu Fang feels reborn.

The smell almost made people faint when they smelled it.

Wipe your hands with a white cloth towel, Bu Fang was waiting for time.

"Boss Bu... has the challenge begun?"

The diners on the dining table seemed to be infected by this atmosphere and asked uneasy.

"Don't be anxious... I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry."

Bu Fang glanced at the diner and said.

Master Zhen Yong was very calm. As an alchemist, he had never seen anything before.

This kind of challenge is just a small scene.

Time passes by minute by second.

The nobles surrounding the surrounding were extremely curious.

The passage of time means the approaching challenge...

They are really curious about this challenge!

bite.

The Xuanwu Pot made a crisp sound.

Bu Fang's eyes lit up.

Then he glanced at the ten diners on the dining table...

That little look made the ten diners' minds fall.

Even the noble lady pursed her lips and widened her beautiful eyes curiously.

Xiaoyou looked at Bu Fang's appearance and always felt that Bu Fang was going to do something.

The little fox kept squeaking.

For her, only eating can relieve her worries...

call.

Bu Fang let out a breath and rubbed his hands.

He slowly uncovered the lid of the Xuanwu pot.

The little fox's head was leaning against the Xuanwu pot, his eyes widened, and his saliva was flowing.

I don’t know what delicious food Bu Fang has cooked again.

The next moment.

Bu Fang reached out his hand and slowly pulled out a plate from the Xuanwu pot.

On the plate is a baked pastry.

The art of baking...

The dough was baked into a golden color and swelled up, with a creamy white color in the middle.

Around the pastry, there were several herring heads, straight and soaring into the sky. Herring's eyes were bright and they looked at the sky together.

These herrings are also baked and ripe, emitting a strange smell...

Of course, this is not the point.

The point is... it is the taste emitted by this whole pastry.

The little fox was stunned the moment the pastry appeared.

The next moment, the little claws suddenly covered their nose, and tears flowed down their eyes.

He stepped back several steps in a row, and his tail hung weakly on the ground.

White foam in the mouth...

The smell of the herring pastry almost stopped the little fox's heartbeat...

Bu Fang frowned and turned his eyes to look at the ten diners in the distance.

"The first challenge, dark food, herring pastry... Looking up at the stars, the first person who eats herring pastry... Challenge successfully."

Bu Fang wrinkled his nose and said.

The smell...it really makes people cry.

Accept the challenge...
Chapter completed!