1131 Bu Fang“s Special Handmade Ice Cream

Chef Jing Yuan’s eyes were glowing, and her beautiful face expressed confidence.

A knife rack appeared in her hand, where all kinds of kitchen knives could be seen. The handles of these knives were all made with spirit metal, making them s.h.i.+mmer with an enticing brilliance.

Chi Si leaned lazily on her chair as she looked at Chef Jing Yuan and Bu Fang. “The imperial feast qualification cooking compet.i.tion shall now begin.”

Everyone in the square was filled with excitement and cheered.

Finally, the cooking compet.i.tion that was related to the destruction of Spring Wind Pavilion, the one that they had been waiting for, was about to take place.

Chi Si stood up and said, “The rules of this compet.i.tion are simple. The two chefs must cook one dish each, and they will then be judged by me, General Lin Damei, and General Heimu. The winner of this match will be the one qualified to cook for the imperial feast of Empress, which is in six days.”

Her voice wasn’t loud, but with everyone remaining silent, they were able to hear her clearly.

Bu Fang expressionlessly nodded.

Chef Jing Yuan held a kitchen knife in her hand and nodded as well.

Nether King Er Ha watched with a Spicy Strip in his mouth and continued to enjoy sucking it. He was very confident when it came to Bu Fang’s cooking skills.

For Bu Fang to go against a little girl, is it even possible for him to lose?

The crowd began to make a lot of noise as they discussed. But when Chi Si raised her hand, everyone turned quiet.

Chi Si, as a general of the Red Dragon Army, showcased her prestige in G.o.ddess City.

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Hundreds of miles outside the square, two figures sat on a spiritual metal seat that was suspended in the air.

One of them was the Empress, who was wearing a red robe, while the other was Nethery, who had a cold expression on her face.

Both of them looked at the square, and they seemed to be looking forward to the match.

“Sister Nethery, who do you think will win this cooking compet.i.tion?” Empress Bi Luo asked as she leaned on the armrest with her chin on her hands, curiosity filling her eyes.

Nethery’s dark eyes looked into the distance, looking at Bu Fang’s calm face. “Bu Fang.”

Empress Bi Luo blinked and turned to Nethery. “Why? Chef Jing Yuan has been the chef of the imperial feast many times. Her cooking skills are quite good, so this Empress likes her dishes very much.”

“No reason. He’s Bu Fang, and he has never lost in a compet.i.tion.” Nethery’s red lips slightly curled upwards, revealing a slight smile.

Empress Bi Luo was speechless and could only express helplessness. After a while, she said, “I shouldn’t have asked. I wonder when you began to place all your faith in that little chef.”

Nethery glanced sideways at Empress Bi Luo and said softly, “You don’t believe me? How about we have a bet…”

Empress Bi Luo’s eyes lit up. “A bet? Okay, what will the winner get?”

Nethery also became excited. “Hmm… How about the loser will have to do one thing the winner wants them to?”

“Alright, let’s do that! Hehe! This Empress has never lost a bet!” Empress Bi Luo laughed.

In response, Nethery just glanced at Empress Bi Luo with a playful look in her eyes.

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On the stage…

Once Chi Si’s words rang out, Bu Fang and Chef Jing Yuan began preparing to cook.

At least, this wasn’t a battle where Bu Fang risked his life. At the moment, he wouldn’t be able to take out any combat dishes.

Nevertheless, it doesn’t mean that he could just relax. He had to win this compet.i.tion.

As for what to cook, Bu Fang already came up with an idea after thinking about it all night in the farmland.

This dish will definitely give everyone a surprise!

Chef Jing Yuan’s pa.s.sion for cooking was definitely strong, but her cooking was unusual. In his opinion, she had yet to figure out how she truly wanted to cook.

Chef Jing Yuan seemed to be in deep thought.

Bu Fang gently breathed out. Then, he went to his designated position.

He stretched out his hand and pulled something from his waist.

Buzz…

s.h.i.+ning light could be seen from where Bu Fang was. Suddenly, a roar that seemed to have come from a tiger reverberated, making everyone’s heart slightly jump.

Boom!

With a loud noise, the White Tiger Heaven Stove landed in front of Bu Fang.

Chef Jing Yuan’s eyes suddenly shrank. Looking at the White Tiger Heaven Stove, she could feel tremendous pressure coming from it.

That stove…

Chef Jing Yuan took a deep breath and felt an unprecedented pressure.

But she wouldn’t admit defeat just because of some pressure that she felt from a stove. Instead, she actually became more motivated to do her best.

As the head chef of Spring Wind Pavilion for so many years, Jing Yuan had always been facing a lot of pressure, resulting in her becoming tired and weary. Nevertheless, she shall continue on.

With a thought, two kitchen knives on the rack suddenly flew up into the air.

As they spun, Chef Jing Yuan reached out and grabbed the handle made from spiritual metal, her eyes blazing with determination.

Not too far away from Jing Yuan, one could see ingredients begin floating up into the air.

Jing Yuan, who was holding two kitchen knives, began swinging the two knives violently.

Sparks flew through the air. As the ingredients were hit by the knives, they would fall down to the ground.

Jing Yuan’s knives moved so fast that it was difficult to even see them.

“It’s Chef Jing Yuan’s dual-knife cutting technique!”

“Her dazzling knife skill is truly incredible!”

“It has been a while since I’ve seen Chef Jing Yuan execute such techniques…”

The people surrounding the stage were chattering with excitement, watching the stage with great interest.

It seems that, to them, even witnessing Jing Yuan’s cooking was a great honor.

Once Jing Yuan enters a cooking state, she becomes very imposing. Every slash cutting the ingredients was just the way she wanted, from how deep the cut was to how long it was.

This knife technique has been practiced by Jing Yuan for countless years, so it was impossible for her to make a blunder.

She was well aware that in order to be a good chef, she must practice day and night. Whether it be knife techniques, cooking techniques, heat mastery, and so on, she had to put them into practice so as to truly be able to bring out the desired taste of the dishes.

Currently, her mind was only filled with thoughts related to what she was doing.

Suddenly, a surprised cry came from the distance, as though the crowd had seen something incredible.

Chef Jing Yuan was also slightly stunned, subconsciously raising her head to look.

There, she could see that Bu Fang had started cooking.

But…

Bu Fang’s cooking was very simple.

Clack!

Bu Fang took out a bucket. When the lid was opened, a strong fragrance of milk spread out.

This milk’s fragrance had a mellow feel to it, and a unique fluctuation seemed to have spread, causing Chi Si’s and everyone else’s face to change.

That fluctuation reminded them of Bu Fang’s previous exploding meatb.a.l.l.s and explosive iron pot…

“What is this man trying to do?”

“Is he trying to cause another explosion?”

They all tensed up and intently stared at the stage.

Then, Bu Fang snapped his finger, and a clay pot appeared. He then placed the clay pot on top of the stove.

After that, he opened his mouth, spurting out a jet of white flame.

As soon as the flame came out, the temperature around them seemed to have changed. At the same time, terrifying fluctuations were felt by everyone.

Chef Jing Yuan’s eyes shrank.

What an intense flame…

It was the first time she had ever seen such a flame.

Using her spiritual perception, she could see that the flame… was extremely violent.

Whoosh…

The hot air came out of the clay pot.

Bu Fang reached out and, after probing the temperature, poured the milk into it.

Pure white milk came pouring down like a waterfall, and the silky liquid made many people exclaim in shock.

The fragrance seemed to have intoxicated many people.

Chef Jing Yuan gritted her teeth. She didn’t know what Bu Fang was cooking, but she knew that, right now, she needed to concentrate on her own dish.

Chef Jing Yuan put her hands together, and the crowd turned silent. Soon, a black flame burst out from her palms.

She may not have an immortal flame, but her flame was considered strong.

The flame that burst out from her palms was also extremely hot. Although its temperature was not as high as Bu Fang’s flame, it was at least brought about by her own actions, making it so that she had near-complete control over it.

Boom!

When the flame flew into the stove, Chef Jing Yuan placed aside all distractions and began cooking.

On the other hand, Bu Fang’s strange cooking attracted almost everyone’s attention.

In the clay pot, rumbling sounds could be heard.

The milk that had been poured into the pot had begun boiling. The milk bubbles burst, and a fragrance constantly spread out from them.

While the milk was boiling, Bu Fang went to start on other things.

He took out an egg.

The eggs that he brought out were from an Eight-star Beast Emperor, which he had harvested in the Immortal Cooking Realm.

These eggs were of top quality. However, he knew that the best eggs for the dish that he was about to make would be Phoenix eggs.

But Phoenix eggs were rare. The only one that Bu Fang had acquired had already been used.

Now, Bu Fang can’t find Phoenix eggs, even if he wanted them.

Two blue and white porcelain bowls were taken out.

The Eight-star Beast Emperor’s eggs weren’t very large—they were just about the size of three palms.

An egg rose, then began falling. It hit the edge of the blue and white porcelain bowl, then cracked.

When the eggsh.e.l.l cracked, Bu Fang carefully separated the yolk from the egg white.

This process was not difficult for Bu Fang. However, to most of the people watching, they couldn’t understand what he was trying to do.

“What’s that man trying to cook?”

His strange way of cooking really made people speechless.

A small formation was formed. In the formation, a bright light was let out.

Then, Bu Fang let out a soft sound.

“Shrimpy.”

A golden streak of light flew out, flas.h.i.+ng around Bu Fang’s body.

Bu Fang made Shrimpy separate the egg white from the yolk as he went and took out crystal sugar that was made in the farmland. After that, he had Shrimpy beat the egg white.

After beating the egg white, the egg yolk was next.

Shrimpy was able to let out a certain energy that would enhance the taste of the food, which was vital to the dish.

Then, Bu Fang turned to look at the pot.

The milk in the pot was still boiling and seemed to have boiled to a slightly sticky consistency.

After removing a layer of film, he then poured the slightly sticky milk into a bowl. While the milk was cooling down, Bu Fang could begin on other stuff.

On the other side, Shrimpy was about to finish carrying out the task that Bu Fang had given. The egg yolk and egg white were almost done getting beaten, with some bubbles present in the bowl.

Bu Fang then poured the milk into the bowl with the egg white.

Milk and egg white were mixed together, and after a long time of tumbling, the liquid became thicker and thicker.

When the mixture was evenly mixed, Bu Fang then poured the yolk into it and got Shrimpy to churn the mixture.

Shrimpy seemed to enjoy this feeling, turning it over and over. There was a pale golden light constantly diffusing from Shrimpy, the close-to-invisible energy constantly fusing into the dish.

For the beaten liquid, Bu Fang breathed softly and was ready to begin the critical step, which was freezing the dish.

Bu Fang did not choose to use the refrigerator that the system could provide.

He had a bolder idea.

He intended to use his own mental energy to empty the air around the liquid to create a freezing effect, so he would be able to control the temperature to achieve the best effect.

Bu Fang’s mental force suddenly surged out.

A big hand seemed to have appeared, covering the blue and white porcelain bowl.

Around the blue and white porcelain bowl, ice crystals suddenly began to form…

Bu Fang’s eyes focused on the bowl.

In the distance, people around were puzzled by Bu Fang’s cooking. They could only smell the previous fragrance that came from the milk, and after that, they couldn’t sense anything more.

But such fragrance from the milk couldn’t reflect Bu Fang’s cooking skills.

Many people became suspicious.

Can this guy really cook?

On the other hand, Chef Jing Yuan’s cooking had come to an end.

The fire blazed into the sky, and the hot flames continued to move about.

The rich aroma of the dishes lingered in the air.

People could even hear the splash of oil.

The crowd nodded.

That’s cooking. That man’s actions. How could that be cooking?

Can what he’s making even be eaten?

Many people sneered.

Suddenly.

Someone stared towards where Bu Fang was with a doubtful expression.

Dark clouds had emerged above Bu Fang’s head… But, how could there be dark clouds here on the ground?

Everyone was stunned.

They weren’t the only ones stunned.

Even Chi Si and other big generals were slightly shocked.

In the next moment, from the dark clouds, a thunderstorm seemed to have broken out.

Bu Fang looked up at the lightning tribulation and slightly smiled.

Bu Fang’s Special Handmade Ice Cream… It was finally done.