This may be the chef's dish that Bu Fang pursues.

Quietly scoop out a spoonful of filling and stuff the filling into the dough.

Bu Fang carefully wrapped the dough, wrapping the pleats layer by layer very carefully.

Bu Fang was wrapping dumplings, but his eyes were a little traveling.

In the chaotic eyes, five hundred years of time appeared before his eyes.

For Bu Fang, most of his life has been spent in it.

Even on Earth, Qianlong Continent, Xianqin Realm, and Chaos Universe... I have spent not been as long as five hundred years.

And these five hundred years are a kind of precipitation of the state of mind for Bu Fang.

Sometimes he misses his old friends, and sometimes he missed the positive mood and mentality he had just entered the cooking arts.

At that time, he was small and fearless.

But it was this fearlessness that made him feel a little laughed.

There were more and more dumplings on the stovetop crock, and in a short while, they were piled up.

Bu Fang stopped.

There is no dumpling skin, and the dumpling filling is finished.

However, he felt that only a moment had passed.

Bu Fang raised his hand and rubbed his nose.

A little pink and white suddenly appeared on his nose.

Put the dumplings in white gauze underneath, and put them one by one.

Cover a steamer with a layer of steamer.

Behind the stove was a pile of just-cut firewood.

Just like when Fang Chuan chopped firewood alone in the deep mountains.

Put the firewood into the stove.

Light up the fire.

boom!

The fire suddenly soared into the sky, it was a simple fire.

There is no flashyness and no energy spreads.

The fire was burning and blew into the stove. The black smoke spread and Bu Fang coughed a few times.

And the fire also started.

There are two pots on the stove, and the pots are both ordinary pots.

One pot of steamed dumplings, the other pot of cooking other delicacies.

Sizzling...

The oil sauce was poured into the pot and began to splash.

Bu Fang pour the processed ingredients into it.

Saw!

The white air was blown out, it was the water vapor fried out by the oil.

Holding an ordinary pot and spoon, start stir-frying.

The ingredients began to turn golden, and the fragrance flowed out like gurgling water.

Stir in the pan and stir-fry the ingredients in the pan.

Then, scoop out the steaming dishes.

The rich fragrance is refreshing.

Bu Fang took a deep breath.

I just feel that my heart is about to melt. He has cooked for so many years and has had a dish for the first time, which made him so intoxicated.

Crash.

Put the noodles into the pot.

The surface began to soften and churn in the boiling boiling water.

The surfaces are very slender.

This kind of noodles is the dragon beard noodles that Bu Fang once cooked the pot.

Dragon beard noodles are also called longevity noodles, and Bu Fang felt that he wanted to cook inexplicably at this moment.

In a blue and white porcelain bowl, he poured the sauce into it, vinegar, soy sauce, chopped green onion, and other seasonings into it.

Wait until the dragon beard surface boils.

Scoop out the churning dragon beard noodles in the pot and put them into a bowl.

Bu Fang's eyes were a little complicated.

He seemed to remember the dragon beard noodles that his parents cooked for him on his birthday when he was a child.

There is no birthday cake, only a portion of dragon beard noodles.

A simple bowl of noodles contains the blessings of his parents' care for him and hope that he will grow up healthily.

Give it a breath.

Bu Fang's hands scooping noodles were slightly shaking.

Gulugulu.

The dumplings in the steamer are cooked.

Take the steamer out of the pot.

Placed on the stove.

White air kept coming out of the steamer.

Bu Fang opened the lid of the steamer, and the white air swept out like a dragon.

The white and tender dumplings were filled with heat.

Bu Fang picked up the dumplings one by one, as if they were arranged into a ball of blooming flowers.

The center of the flower is the sauce he prepared...

In this way, his dishes are finished.

A steamed dumpling, a bowl of longevity noodles, a fried egg, and a stir-fried pork.

Four dishes, simple.

Bu Fang took out the blue and white porcelain bowl and scooped a bowl of crystal-clear white rice.

So far...

His dishes were thoroughly cooked.

There are no gorgeous ingredients and no shocking kitchenware.

A simple and ordinary dish, just pouring into the insights and emotions that have been passed by for five hundred years.

The ordinary reveals extraordinaryness.

This is the final assessment and choice made by Stephen Cook God.

A hut in the forest.

Bu Fang brought out the dishes and placed them on the table.

There are also dishes cooked by the chef god on the table, which are full of brilliance and dazzling.

When Bu Fang put the dishes on, the dishes that were full of radiance of the chef suddenly became dim...

"My cooking is over, please taste it."

Bu Fang placed the rice on the table, set up spoons and chopsticks, and said lightly.

The sound lingers in the hut, so confident and so loud.

The final assessment.

A plate of side dishes, a plate of steamed dumplings, a bowl of dragon beard noodles, and a fried egg.
Chapter completed!