Gourmet of Another World Chapter 1592: Customers with ingredient [first! Ask for monthly tickets! 】
When Bu Fang focused on Thundercloud.
The fragrant hot and sour potato shreds have bottomed out.
Chef and Liu Mu, spoonful of me, spoonful of me ... food is very happy, while eating, while immersed in the deliciousness of hot and sour potato silk.
They never thought that an ordinary dish could be so delicious. After eating countless dishes, it would actually stir their hearts like this.
could it be that Are their fake food spicy potato chips?
When the last piece of potato shreds was pinched by Liu Mu and dropped into his mouth, the plate of potato shreds was completely ruined.
"Delicious ... so delicious!"
Liu Mu smashed her mouth and looked at Bu Fang, full of surprises.
Is this really a Bu Fang that is half a catty of its own culinary arts level?
could it be that is hiding in a small rental house for several days. Is precisely improving his culinary arts?
However, this is improving too fast, right?
culinary arts is a matter of slow work and hard work. Which world-class Masterchef is not immersed in a craft after spending decades of effort.
How old is Bu Fang.
The chef wiped his mouth with a cloth towel. His eyes were a little complicated.
Bu Fang is still being taught, so Bu Fang should not let go of culinary arts training.
The result ... The level of culinary arts displayed by Bu Fang makes him the chef feel ashamed.
Is this really Bu Fang?
Although he has always been optimistic about Bu Fang, because he feels that Bu Fang has a more love for culinary arts than Liu Mu.
But I did not expect that the speed of this love conversion on culinary arts was so fast.
"Are you awake? Have you got any cheats?"
The chef quipped with a smile.
He looks at Bu Fang now, not the eyes of his juniors.
Only this hot and sour potato shreds, Bu Fang is enough to be a teacher.
"From today, you can already be alone ..."
Bu Fang nodded.
I do n’t care about it.
His culinary arts has already exceeded the chef ’s imagination. Whether it is culinary arts ’s understanding or concentration, it is far from mortal.
Bu Fang now cares about who is restricting him.
He just made a piece of potato shreds, which caused Thunder Tribulation to warn him.
could it be that ...
Bu Fang's eyes narrowed slightly.
After saying goodbye to the chef, he left the kitchen.
He came to the roof of a dilapidated old building.
Standing on the roof of the house, the wind was blowing slightly. He looked up and looked at the expansive sky dome. The sky dome was as clear as the sky. The thunder cloud just appeared quickly and dissipated quickly.
Underneath is a bustling street, surrounded by high-rise buildings, with modern aura paving.
Bu Fang is slightly trance.
But soon, he calmed down.
The eyes narrowed.
Bu Fang's legs are slightly bent.
Later, there appeared to be a terrible burst of power in the legs.
Boom!
The straight legs stretched out, and the figure suddenly of the Bu Fang skyrocketed like a rocket!
He even burst into the sky with a sonic boom.
The wind is blowing the hair of Bu Fang, but Bu Fang does n’t care.
He wants to see what exactly is restricting him in this way ...
Heavenly Law?
Or is it a mysterious person?
The movement of Bu Fang is not small, at least the old houses seem to be shocked suddenly, making people in the house think it was an earthquake, many people ran out, and many people even screamed.
In a moment, Bu Fang rushed into the clouds.
The airflow is constantly thinning.
A heavy pressure fell on Bu Fang's shoulders.
Bu Fang almost could n’t help but break the shackles, but Bu Fang can feel that once he breaks the divine strength shackles, the earth may be destroyed in an instant.
This quirky feeling made Bu Fang hesitate for a while and chose to give up.
Boom!
Running out of the Breath layer, the clothes on Bu Fang are already worn out.
With inertia, standing in the starry sky, Bu Fang glances around.
His eyes are like dragons, looking directly at the universe.
The stars in the distance and the vast universe seem to find the mysterious power ...
Unfortunately, everything is very peaceful.
frowned.
Bu Fang found nothing strange.
The pressure on him caused him to fall back to earth again.
The sound of hula resounds like a falling meteorite.
It is extremely fast.
The satellites floating around the earth captured this scene, and suddenly caused a lot of panic.
What is that?
Meteorites?
How come the meteorite is humanoid?
......
Boom.
Bu Fang hit the ground, and there seemed to be hot air that hadn't gone away.
Bu Fang's control of power is very balanced, and it fell from a height of 10,000 meters. It did not cause the ground to explode.
No matter what secrets the earth has.
Bu Fang feels that his main thing is still to find the spirits and let the spirits return to God of Cooking set. Perhaps only in this way can he embark on the road of perfect God of Cooking.
Wow ...
The sky is raining again spiritual energy.
The cold rain slapped on the body of Bu Fang, making Bu Fang even awake.
This spiritual energy rain is definitely weird, but where is this weirdness? Bu Fang is not very clear for the time being.
I went back to the rental house and changed my clothes.
Bu Fang came to the restaurant.
This point is restaurant, but the business in the restaurant is as bleak as ever.
This is not very consistent with the chef's culinary arts.
The chef sits in a chair, making tea and reading a book.
Liu Mu is playing with her mobile phone.
They are already used to this kind of days without customers.
Following the posture, this restaurant will not take long ... it should close down.
"Come back to Ah?"
The chef saw Bu Fang and smiled.
"When you come back, let ’s eat. I wanted you to cook."
Liu Mu also put away his mobile phone, he was already hungry and hungry.
However, just when they are preparing to eat.
Outside the door, suddenly footsteps sounded.
The Bu Fang noodles do not change color.
Liu Mu ran to entertain with excitement at the head of the chef.
"What do you want to eat?? Order eight cuisines casually ... Chef in our restaurant, any cuisine will do."
Liu Mu said with a smile, a youthful aura on her face.
The customer sat on the chair on his own. The customer was wet. When spiritual energy was raining, spiritual energy was still escaping.
The feeling is quite strange ...
Liu Mu did n’t smile anymore. His face was darkened, in connection with the recent rumors of eccentric strangers and ghosts.
"Any dish can be made?"
The customer lowered his head and smiled gently, the laughter was a little cold.
Suddenly, the customer moved. He stretched make a move, opened the zipper, and pulled a carp from his arms, still spitting bubbles.
"Make this fish a dish ..."
"We are here ... do not accept bringing ingredient." Liu Mu said with a ugly face.
"I said let you do it, you just do it ... so much nonsense! If you can't do it ... you will all bury this fish."
The customer said with his head down, and said that the clothes and wet rain were still dripping on the ground, and the rain broke and caused a horror.
"I ... I ..." Liu Mu's head was blank, what did this person say?
Do n’t cook well ... still need to be buried? Still burying the fish?
This guy is kidding!
"Go!"
The man snorted.
It's as if it's shocking the soul.
Liu Mu's body shivered for a while, click.
The fat carp suddenly flew into his arms. The smooth and cold feeling made Liu Muxi's face pale.
He is neither walking nor walking.
"I'll do it ... this fish." The chef put down the tableware and stood up, frowning.
It ’s rare to have a customer, but they still bring their own ingredient ......
Alas ... this restaurant can't really open.
The chef came to Liu Mu and reached out to make a move to catch the fish.
"Yeah, this fish is quite fat Ah... ... what to do? Fishhead Tofu Soup?" The chef smiled and squeezed the carp, a surprise flashed in his eyes.
He has n’t really seen such a fat fish.
"Whatever you do ... you are rewarded, you can't do it ... burial." The man still lowered his head.
Bu Fang sandwiched a piece of meat at the entrance and glanced at the customer.
It seems to feel something.
The customer also slowly raised his head, his wet hair twisted together, and the drops of water dropped.
It was a pale, bloodless face, and a pair of eyes seemed to exude a dark green color.
Huh?
Bu Fang was taken aback.
He glanced at the man, and then the fat fish in the chef ’s hands.
The chef is now carrying fish into the kitchen. The chef is confident in his culinary arts.
When I saw this fat fish, I even felt a little itchy.
Seeing the chef enter the kitchen, Liu Mu was a little scared and shrunk to Bu Fang.
He found that now staying beside Bu Fang, he is inexplicably insecure ...
He took the make a move machine, boarded the Internet, and started searching for information.
As he searched, Bu Fang stood up and turned into the kitchen.
The fish just now ... is weird.
"Strange events in Jiangdong City, Heping Road, Luming Restaurant, restaurant Chef including the chef, Apprentice Chef, all tragic death!"
"Tianxin Street, Baiyu Restaurant, the restaurant Boss running, Chef oddly tragic death ..."
"Singular incidents occur frequently, Chef suffers? A lot of fish scales are found in the restaurant surprised in the tragic death of Chef ..."
......
Liu Mu ’s face brushed whitishly, his eyes stared at the message in his cell phone, and his heart was pounding straight.
Lu Ming Restaurant, of course, he knows that there is a very fiery / popular restaurant on the side of Heping Road, as well as the Baiyu restaurant ... Although the business is not good, it is not bad.
But the Chef in this restaurant is all dead.
And ... there are many fish scales found in the restaurant?
Fish scales?
Liu Mu ’s lips were shaking, and he suddenly felt his hands inexplicably greasy and disgusting, and wiped them on his body.
Looking up, looking for Bu Fang, he will tell Bu Fang the news. Now only Bu Fang, whose face is not changed, is the harbor of his soul.
However, when I looked up, I realized that Bu Fang was not there.
The restaurant was extremely quiet, except for his breath, and the noise of the customer behind him, Dī Dī raining on the floor.
damn ...
Why leave me alone and sad here? !
Liu Mu's heart was clogged and she wanted to cry.
He grabbed his mobile phone and prepared to stand up and rush towards the kitchen at the speed of a hundred meters.
However, he hasn't waited for him to get up.
Fuck ...
A pale hand slapped on his shoulder.
Liu Mu: "I ..."
"Be quiet ... you are noisy."
The hoarse voice sounded, Liu Mu shivered like a sifter, turned his head sharply, and looked to his side.
There ...
A white face, a pair of eyes exudes oily green.
The hair is twisted together, and it's soaked in water.
At that moment, the oil-green eyes stared at Liu Mu diagonally, a distance ... but an inch.
......
In the kitchen.
Chef, grabbing the fish and putting it in the basket.
Being a fish, he naturally has one hand.
Of course, he originally planned to make Fishhead Tofu Soup, but after thinking about it, making Fishhead Tofu Soup, the meat of the fish was wasted. I was afraid that the customer would think that he had black fish, so he changed the dish.
Ready to make boiled live fish.
He is much better at it.
Instead of processing the fish first, prepare other ingredients instead.
Remove the ingredient from the large refrigerator, put the cucumber, bean sprouts, black fungus, etc. ingredient, arrange it, cut it and handle it, put it in a plate and use it.
On the other side, the bottom of the pot is prepared for boiling water and boiling live fish.
The important precisely bottom taste of boiled live fish.
When Bu Fang walked into the kitchen, the chef was already preparing to process the fish.
A sharp knife is caught in the hand, and the fat fish is taken out of the basket, ready to scrape scales.
Bu Fang stood at the door of the kitchen and looked at it faintly.
The chef ’s movements are methodical.
The scales of the fish were scraped off, and the scales flew and splashed to the ground, seeming to make a slight noise.
Descaling, deboning, slicing fish, oiling in oil pan ...
The chef ’s series of operations are methodical.
Gū lū Gū lū.
A spoonful of oil juice was poured into the stainless steel washbasin. The cut cucumber and black fungus were looming in it. Sprinkle a few green onions. This boiled live fish is done.
The chef turned to the washbasin, turned around, and just saw Bu Fang, slightly startled.
"Bu Fang, why are you here?"
"I will take out the fish for the guests, please deal with the kitchen."
The chef said with a smile.
Later, she passed Bu Fang and walked out of the kitchen.
Bu Fang turned his head and looked at the boiled live fish in the stainless steel washbasin, raising his eyebrows slightly.
Later, Bu Fang went to kitchen stove.
Fish scales scattered on the ground.
On kitchen stove, fish bones are scattered.
Bu Fang put out a long breath.
Extending make a move and grabbing into the basket, suddenly, from that basket ... caught a lively fat fish.
exactly's fat carp from strange customers.
At that moment the fat carp was grinning at Bu Fang teeth.