The steamer under the fire was evaporating with a cloud of clouds, as if there were seven-colored lights, brewing and circulating in the steamer, and bursting out thousands of lights at any time.

This steamer was conveyed to everyone's eyes through the pictures of the Colosseum.

The nobles all sneered. They had seen the scene of Bu Fang pinching bean paste buns with their own eyes.

This cook is probably already giving up on himself.

Pinch out the shape of a rabbit and the shape of a little fox...

Why don’t you pinch a piece of flies?!

Anyway, you're doing it randomly...

They have been slapped in the face again and again by Bu Fang, but they are extremely persistent about this last time because they feel that Bu Fang has no chance of winning in this game.

As a nobleman in Ccheng District.

In fact, among the four urban areas of A, B, C and D, only D urban area is an exception.

Dingcheng District is a lower-class urban area, and the people inside are all lowly exiled people.

Those people, who have been corroded and tortured by the curse, need that kind of food to suppress the pain caused by the curse.

That kind of food... no matter how disgusting it is, it cannot be concealed as the food that people dream of.

What's more, for the exiled, the food... is not unpalatable.

So, why should Bu Fang win?

Bu Fang is not comparable to the chefs of the City of Nothingness at all.

The outcome of the victory or defeat will naturally become simple and clear.

Those people from Dingcheng District will never look at Bu Fang’s food at a glance...

That's right... I can't even see it at all!

In the eyes of those lowly people, only the food made with insects in the river of curses can arouse their appetite.

Bu Fang did it casually and was very happy.

The flames shrouded in, causing the colors to jump on his face.

Cooking is a happy thing, and tasting delicious food is also a happy thing. Why do you have to restrain yourself so much?

Bu Fang thought so in his mind.

When he thought of this, his thoughts became somewhat clear.

Gulugulu...

The steam started to steam.

The power of life in the spring of life scattered in the air, as if purifying everything.

The fire gradually became smaller.

In the end, only a fire lotus-like flame was burning.

After burning for a while, the flame disappeared and completely disappeared.

It turned into a fire thread and wrapped around Bu Fang's fingertips.

“Colorful Dreamy Bean Paste Bag…complete.”

Bu Fang pulled the corner of his mouth slightly.

I seem to be satisfied with this cooking.

An uproar suddenly broke out.

Bu Fang’s cooking is completed, which means that the next step is to compete in a real way...

Can you win?

That must be... I will definitely lose!

The nobles sneered, and they had no hope at all.

certainly……

They also bet on the bet on the side of the squad.

Moreover, some nobles even suppressed their entire wealth.

After all, it is exciting to have such a bet for thousands of years.

The man glanced at Bu Fang, with deep meaning in his eyes.

The next moment, the man jumped into the wooden car.

At that moment, Bu Fang was a little dazed.

Um?

Bu Fang was stunned, always feeling that the man was a little familiar, somewhat similar to the hunchbacked old man.

Is there any necessary connection between these two?

Or is this man a young old man?

But why are young old men and hunchbacked old men divided?

Bu Fang suddenly realized that this should be the curse that the Queen said... and the seal for life.

The hunchbacked old man is also a person with a story.

No wonder the latter always reminded Bu Fang not to choose cooking skills. The reason was this.

The old man is a wounded person.

Rumble...

With the end of the cooking of Bufang.

There seemed to be a strange will in the void, pulling Bu Fang.

Bu Fang opened the steamer and took a round blue and white porcelain plate.

As soon as the steamer was opened, the hot air gushed into the sky.

Bu Fang grabbed the chopsticks and carefully picked out the bean paste bag.

Every bean paste bun is lifelike, as if it comes to life. It seems that just by stepping on the animal of the bean paste bun and lit the eyes, it can give those animals life.

This feeling is very mysterious, as if it were the Creator.

Of course, Bu Fang would not be obsessed with this feeling.

A little sauce was placed on these bean paste buns.

The bean paste buns were buzzing, and various powers of laws filled the world, as if they had various forms.

Some bean paste buns have a peaceful atmosphere.

Some bean paste buns have a killing aura.

There are even bean paste buns, spreading with curses...

All in all, this is a unique bean paste bag!

The white and pink surface of the bean paste bun is a bit hungry.

The smell of bean paste was filled with, and the only thing that made me want to close my eyes and feel the sweetness...

Bu Fang licked his lips, a little excited, a little enjoyed...

The food you cook yourself is good no matter what.

boom!

The kitchen door was opened.

One by one, the exiled people rushed into the kitchen like crazy.

However, they were hit by a mysterious force and flew backwards.

Even if there are saints of the Great Dao among these people, the same is true.

They flew backwards one by one, fell to bite the mud, but turned over and rushed over again greedily.

"I want to eat! I want to eat!"

"Give me food! I can't stand it..."

"I want food!"

...

The exiled man seemed crazy, and the scene was quite shocking.

At least, for those nobles, this kind of picture is hard to see and impact their hearts.

It’s okay for Count Xiaqiu. She occasionally passes by Dingcheng District and can see such a picture.
To be continued...