A simple table of dishes.

Ordinary and ordinary, but ordinary reveals extraordinaryness.

It was able to suppress the dishes placed on the dining table, even saying that it did not seem dim at all!

That is a dish made from the chef god, a dish made from the most top ingredients and the most precious kitchen utensils in the world.

It’s like an ordinary dish, a place...

Bu Fang raised his hand and made a gesture of asking for help.

Afterward.

In the void, a little white light began to gather rapidly, and soon a figure gathered.

The figure fell on the dining table and sat on the chair.

The figure was very vague, exactly the same as the figure Bu Fang saw in the dark before.

It's the chef god.

The chef did not speak. This time he appeared, he was only responsible for the assessment, so he did not speak.

Bu Fang also pulled open the chair, sat down, and looked at it lightly.

He didn't care about this assessment that was related to life and death, and he was not even nervous at all.

There is only calmness and calmness in my heart, and this feeling is very wonderful.

This is the last assessment.

But he is even calmer than the first assessment.

Or, this is the transformation of mentality.

The chef grabbed the chopsticks.

My face was not visible on my head, which was hazy in fog.

The chopsticks fell and picked up a steamed dumpling.

The steamed dumplings emit heat, and the dumpling skin is crystal clear, and under the light, the dumpling filling inside is reflected.

Very ordinary dumplings.

From the outside, there is no strange thing.

The chef opened his mouth and took a bite of the dumplings.

After biting it, the heat slid out like silk and spread into the air.

The dumpling filling tastes delicious, the watery cabbage is full of water, and the meat filling is full of chewyness.

but……

None of these matters the most.

After taking a bite of the dumplings, the chef's body was stunned.

After a long time.

It was Youran who sighed.

The dumplings are stained with sauce and taste more fragrant.

A plate of dumplings, nine dumplings, and the chef's mouthful, was all eaten.

The ordinary dishes made him unable to control his hands and completely stuffed them into his mouth.

This feeling...

It's been years since he felt it?

After eating dumplings.

The chef's eyes fell on the dragon's beard.

On the surface of the dragon whisker surface, there is a cute fried egg.

When the fried egg was opened, the hot fragrance suddenly surged out.

The soup of the dragon beard noodles is extremely clear.

Slurry.

The chef took a sip of the soup.

What seeps into the mouth is a strange smell.

There is no amazing taste, and the ingredients are just simple and ordinary ingredients.

But when combined... it gave birth to a taste that was hard for him to describe.

This taste made his heart melt.

Bu Fang sat on the chair and watched quietly.

The chef did not interrupt his tasting of delicious food.

After taking a deep sip of the soup, the chef exhaled.

In this breath, how much fatigue and nostalgia are there...

Bu Fang's eyes moved slightly.

The chef is also a person with a story.

A mouthful of dragon beard noodles and the soft texture made the chef nod endlessly.

He buried his head, ate noodles and eggs, and was extremely quiet, only when he was eating.

Sudden.

Bu Fang was stunned.

Because he saw a few golden crystal tears dripping from the foggy head of the chef.

With a click, it fell into the soup of the dragon beard noodles, causing the soup to ripples.

Bu Fang pursed his lips and said nothing.

Perhaps, the chef has already felt...

The chef raised his hand, supported his forehead, and sighed while eating noodles.

That posture is helpless and sad.

Although he is the God of Chef and a supreme existence, he gives Bu Fang the feeling that the latter is like a mortal, a simple person.

The dragon beard noodles were also eaten.

The soup was not left at all, only a piece of chopped green onion stuck in the bowl.

The chef gently put down the bowl.

He picked up the white rice.

After taking a bite of rice, the round rice grains, with the fresh rice fragrance, they ate it and chewed it, and even exuded sweetness.

I picked up a piece of fried pork and stir-fried with evenly cut pork.

As a piece of meat was in the mouth, the chef's hands holding chopsticks seemed to be trembling.

Each dish contains emotions, which is the crystallization of Bu Fang’s five hundred years of mortal life.

Various emotions are integrated into it.

Such dishes may be more attractive than delicacies that are simply cooked with top ingredients.

The rice was bottomed out and the stir-fried meat was finished.

Four simple dishes were all eaten clean.

However, the chef's dish placed on the table was left with only a dim light.

Not so dazzling anymore.

The chef leaned on the chair, Bu Fang didn't say anything, and looked at him quietly.

Bu Fang doesn't know what the result of this last test will be.

The chef didn't know what he was thinking.

The chef god gave Bu Fang the feeling that he was like an ordinary person with flesh and blood.

The latter looked at the sky, and Bu Fang could feel a confused gaze coming from it, looking at the sky.

That look is very story-provoking.

After a long time.

The chef raised his hand and swept it.

The chef's dishes on the dining table disappeared.
To be continued...