Gourmet of Another World Chapter 283: Conditions for simple and crude, simple ingredient

The words of this middle-aged man have just fallen. suddenly has caused a lot of laughter among the soldiers around him. The laughter lingering around the entire barracks with a little jokes.

Many people look at Bu Fang with some sympathy, because they are all come. They think that when they enter the Huotou Army, they only have to cook vegetables. It turned out that they need qualifications to cook in them.

The middle-aged man precisely is the captain of the fire army, Wei Dafu, culinary arts is very high, the taste is very embarrassing, the evaluation of the dishes is very tricky, and many people who spray often are skeptical of life. But it was broken by this middle-aged person.

Wei Dafu looked at the Bu Fang in a joke, the Huotou Army hadn't come to a newcomer for a long time. I didn't expect that a newcomer actually ran now. This is what made them bored to death's life, and finally they can find some fun.

Bu Fang eyes lifted, glanced at this Wei Dafu in surprise, it is obvious that Bu Fang saw the bad intentions of this Wei Dafu, but he didn't care too much. It ’s easy to cook without precisely.

"Show both hands?" Bu Fang said lightly.

"Yes, Lao Tzu is the captain of the Huotou Army. He is responsible for the dishes provided by the Huotou Army. We must know that in the army, our dishes are very important. The taste of the dishes is good. Only when the soldiers eat them will they be motivated. Only when you are full will you have energy and physical battles, and the taste of the dishes will be bad ... I ca n’t even eat the meal, and even thin it out, how can you tell me how to fight? "

Wei Dafu wields the iron spoon in his hands, and makes a long story. In simple terms, precisely is required to test culinary arts of Bu Fang.

"Okay, give me a place to cook, and provide your ingredient." Bu Fang was too lazy to listen to the Wei Dafu talking endlessly, just waving his hand and interrupting the other person's words.

Wei Dafu's face flashed with unhappiness. This newcomer was a bit crazy, and he dared to interrupt him.

But he didn't have any trouble, but his face was a little dull, and he just let it go.

Behind him is a young man whose childishness hasn't faded yet, holding a large iron pot in front of Bu Fang.

A wooden chopper with black choppers, several Pottery bowls, a bucket of water, and a sack. I don't know what ingredient is.

"Noah, ingredient and Kitchen Tools are here, let's take a look at what exactly is your newcomer culinary arts?" Wei Dafu chuckled in his arms.

The people around me looked at it with interest, and the immature young man looked at Bu Fang curiously. In fact, he was not optimistic about Bu Fang, because even a normal cook came to the barracks for the first time. , All without solution cooking well.

Because there are so many differences between the marching environment and the kitchen, if you want to cook well, you must have a process of adaptation.

As the childish young man is not optimistic about Bu Fang, others around it are also not optimistic about Bu Fang, because they know that even if Bu Fang makes a dish, it will be worthless to be approved by Wei Dafu. It was bombed to split the material. They have seen this kind of thing a lot, and they have already seen it.

More of them want to see the joke of Bu Fang, and want to see how Bu Fang this Whitey face will be embarrassingly complacent under the poisonous tongue of Wei Dafu.

Bu Fang doesn't care about other people's attitudes. He originally was precisely, a person who didn't care about other people's eyes.

He came to the side of Kitchen Tools and frowned. These Kitchen Toolss are indeed some simple and crude, which is simple and crude than the environment of the Snakeman tribe.

But this is also extenuating. After all, it is a marching chef, who is always moving, and can only set up temporary culinary arts points.

Bu Fang's eyebrows were loosened and the corners of his mouth were tilted. He squatted down and opened the sack to see what the ingredient provided to him by this Wei Dafu.

When you open the sack, a soil astringent and sweet fragrance comes out. The sack contains a large bag of mushrooms. The mushrooms are mixed with a bunch of ordinary vegetables and potatoes.

It's very simple ingredient. This is the first time Bu Fang encountered such a simple ingredient after coming to this strange world.

"Do you usually use these dishes for cooking?" Bu Fang looked up and looked at the Wei Dafu in surprise. These are ordinary ingredient. As soldiers on the march, although cultivation base is not high, it is inside All contain True Energy.

The ordinary ingredient can't feed them at all, and they don't even have the ability to make up for True Energy in their bodies.

"What do you care about so much? Do you think you are qualified to be in contact with spiritual energy ingredient? You use these ordinary ingredient to make dishes that satisfy Lao Tzu, then say it." Wei Dafu drew the corner of his mouth and left Bu Fang for a glance.

"These are our ingredients for the Huotou Army. Generally, during the battle period, the reserves of spiritual energy ingredient are not enough, and these ordinary ingredient will be used to fill the hunger." said the naive young man.

Wei Dafu suddenly glared at the young man, causing the latter to shrink his neck and spit out his tongue.

Bu Fang nodded and understood. The meaning of Wei Dafu precisely intends to use these ordinary ingredient to test him, to be precise it is difficult for him.

Because the deliciousness that can be made with ordinary ingredient is really technical.

Bu Fang stood up, moved his feet, kicked the scattered wooden sticks scattered on the ground, then wooden stick suddenly floated one by one, and Bu Fang quietly dumped them, making these wooden sticks penetrate into the ground. Medium and steady Dāng Dāng.

Raising the iron pan quickly formed a simple stove.

Although this hand is slightly jerky, it makes the eyes of the people around it helpless. This Whitey face is still somewhat technical.

That childish young man is even more excited.

Put the pan into place, Bu Fang will begin to process the ingredient in those sacks, take out all ingredient, and put them in a separate place.

Take the prepared wooden handle black chopper. This chopper is much worse than Dragon Bone Kitchen Knife.

Has played a cool knife flower habitually, Bu Fang picks up a potato, throws it away, and then the kitchen knife rotates and cuts, fancy to pinnacle, in the surprise of the surrounding people, it is all the potato skin Pared off.

The falling potato was shot by Bu Fang with a kitchen knife and fell into the pot.

He laid a clean wooden shelf with first level under the pot, water was under the wooden shelf, and those potatoes were rolled over the wooden shelf.

Ignite, heat the pot. Cover a wooden pot lid, and one palm of Bu Fang is covered on the wooden lid.

"What is this kid doing? Steamed potatoes? Huh ... such insignificant ability." Bu Fang's action is fancy, Wei Dafu just squinted his eyes, shook his head, and his heart was disdainful.

But the posture of Bu Fang steamed potatoes is a bit strange. Why should he cover the lid with one hand?

Bu Fang vacated a hand, holding a kitchen knife, ready to start processing those washed mushrooms.

Handling ingredient with one hand?

Surprised exclamations from everyone around you, Bu Fang has some skills.

Bu Fang is very indifferent. Holding the kitchen knife, the wrist is very flexible, picking at will, there is a mushroom flying, and then floating in the air, he was quickly cut into several pieces.

The crowd just felt dazzled for a while, but they found that the mushroom was cut into pieces and placed neatly and orderly in the pottery.

Wei Dafu slightly fangs, the knife skill of this Whitey face is indeed ... very good! But ... what about knife skill? The cooked dishes are delicious!

Gū lū!

The scent of the potatoes was steamed out, but Bu Fang did not open the pan. After he cut the bunch of ordinary vegetables, the lid of the pot vibrated violently.

Misty water vapor rises from the pot, rolling away, accompanied by the vapour of the potato mixed with the fragrance.

The potatoes in the pot are all steamed golden, the color is very beautiful, the people around them, especially the childish young man, exclaimed, this is the best steamed potato they have ever seen It feels like a piece of gold with a golden glow.

Wei Dafu sipped it and mumbled, "No matter how good the steamed potatoes are, they are still potatoes ... nothing new!"

It seems to have heard the voice of Wei Dafu. Bu Fang raised his head and glanced at Wei Dafu, and twitched the corners of his mouth. After that, his palm was covered with True Energy. He actually took the potatoes one by one.

Putting it into pottery, Bu Fang then made an action that surprised everyone around.

He punched in the pottery full of golden yellow potatoes.