As a chef, Bu Fang has absolute confidence in his own dishes.

If these exiled people don’t eat, they will eat it themselves.

Bu Fang reached out his hand and pinched a soft bean paste bun. The bean paste bun was in the shape of a little fox, white and tender, pink, and at the position of his eyes, a drop of honey was dripped by Bu Fang, so it became very crystal clear, as if it was bright and bright.

In the distance, the little fox lying on the little white shoulder also made a sound, widened his eyes, staring at the little fox that was lifelike in Bu Fang's hand, as if he was about to come back to life.

It seems a little confused.

The little fox looked carefully and wanted to take a closer look at whether the big brother in Bu Fang's hand was going to compete for favor with him.

suddenly.

The little fox was stunned.

Because Bu Fang grabbed the bean paste bun and teared it apart to both sides.

Puff!

The bean paste bun was torn apart directly, and the soft surface was extremely pineapple, like cotton, with small pores inside emitting rich heat.

The seven-colored light emerged from the bean paste bun that was torn apart by Bu Fang.

The lights flow unsteadily, crystal clear and brilliant.

The little fox was shocked.

Rolling and crawling on Xiaobai's shoulders, finally hugging Xiaobai's head tightly, trembling.

It's so scary. The big brother who competes for favor with him was torn apart like this!

Moreover, he was eaten by Bu Fang...

This world is so terrible!

Do all the beautiful foxes want to be eaten?

The little fox couldn't help feeling sad for himself. It seemed that she still had to keep a distance from Bu Fang.

Bu Fang grabbed the bean paste bread and sniffed it deeply.

The strong smell of bean paste swarmed out of it and drilled into Bu Fang's nose.

That feeling is wonderful.

Just by smelling the smell, Bu Fang could feel the powerful power contained in the bean paste...

Various powers of laws, even the power of soul demons, are contained in them, which is very strange.

Is this what Niu Hansan mentioned?

Bu Fang's eyes also narrowed slightly.

He closed his eyes and stuffed the bean paste into his mouth.

The mouth bites down.

The first thing I bite was the soft bun skin. The bun skin was made of exquisite magic wheat. It is not only soft and fragrant, but also has the ultimate sweet fragrance.

The entrance is silky.

Further down, it is bean paste...

The seven-colored bean paste is sticky but not sticky to teeth.

When you bite, you will feel a rustling feeling of hardening, and the sweet taste will burst out instantly. This sweetness is just the right sweetness, like running water, flowing slowly and penetrates into your heart.

Bu Fang enjoyed this taste very much.

Take a bite of bean paste bun.

The whole person seemed to have been sublimated.

An invisible energy flowed rapidly, drilling into Bu Fang's body.

Suddenly, Bu Fang opened his eyes, raised his hand, and glanced at his arm. The originally moving curse power on his arm began to be slowly suppressed.

The various energy contained in bean paste is a huge torture for the power of curses.

Puff!

The power of the curse was compressed as if it was huddled in a corner, motionless.

This was something Bu Fang did not expect.

The bean paste bun actually has a suppressive effect on the power of curse.

This is an unexpected surprise. The concession side has more grasp of this.

Perhaps, this bean paste bun can really find a breakthrough in desperate situations, tear the breakthrough into pieces, and tear it a huge gap!

Put the whole bean paste into your mouth and pull the corner of Bu Fang's mouth slightly.

far away.

The man, holding his hands, seemed to be looking down on the world.

He has everything in control and he is bound to win.

The chef who fought against him would definitely lose.

How can the latter win? It depends on the inexplicable buns?

hehe……

The man sneered.

Those who were exiled were crazily chasing his delicacies, and even for this, death was willing to die.

So what reason do they have to go to the bun?

Then what qualifications does the bun have to attract these exiled people?!

No one is optimistic about Bu Fang because this is not a fair showdown.

The Queen's purpose is to completely destroy the chef.

The curse dragon on the man's wooden car continued to rise and had already broken through to thirty feet. If he continued, there would be basically no possibility for Bu Fang to do so.

For a thousand people, the height of the Cursed Dragon is only one hundred feet. If one side exceeds fifty feet, there is basically no suspense about the outcome.

It is impossible for Bu Fang to fight back.

Even if you want to obtain the power of the curse... you can't do it at all.

In the Colosseum, the nobles who were watching the picture were sneering.

The only point of their expectation and excitement now is to watch the cook fail, and finally be completely exiled by the queen, taking away his soul and sealing it forever.

However, the chef seemed very calm.

I was actually eating buns leisurely.

In the City of Nothingness, no one would eat delicious food. Because Her Majesty the Queen hates the chef, these nobles have not eaten food for a long time.

Those who know how to eat food can only eat backward and disgusting reptiles in Dingcheng District.

At their level, there is no problem not eating. Even if you don’t eat for thousands of years, it will not affect any of their strength.

...

Bu Fang finished eating a bean paste bun, and his fullness made him feel a little happy.

Sometimes happiness is simple, it is just eating a bun or even drinking a glass of water.

Bu Fang's wooden cart was empty, and no exiled people came.

Everyone was like a mad dog who had been hungry for countless years, chasing the man's wooden car and kneeling and licking madly.

Even the dark food that was splashing on the ground became the object of competition for countless people.

But maybe it's because it's too crowded.

Some people didn't grab the dark food, their eyes were red, and they piled up wildly under the car.

There were even fights and fights.

The terrifying energy rose up.

Some of the weak people were knocked away and fell to the distance, and some were even more ferocious.

The man looked at this scene coldly.

The nobles laughed wildly, and all this, in their eyes, seemed to be a farce.

Bu Fang frowned and looked at these people.

suddenly.

Bu Fang grabbed a bean paste bun and took it out one step.

His figure actually fell directly from the wooden cart.

His chic look made many people stunned.

What is this guy going to do?

Is this cook crazy?

Stepping down, stepping on the cold ground, walking towards the distance step by step.

Soon, we arrived in front of the crowded crowd.
To be continued...