Gourmet of Another World

1143 A Little Interesting to Be a Bit Naughty?

The unparalleled existence… has returned!

When the High Priestess once again let out a wave of terrifying energy, the entire scene became extremely quiet.

The audience guessed that that unparalleled existence had decided to come settle her debt with that male chef.

This man was too bold, behaving so unscrupulously!

To actually change the recipes of the sacrificial dishes, and even add a new dish into the sacrificial dish by himself… such an action would have caused the High Priestess to kill the head chef in charge with a palm. To live for so long, this male chef had already created a miracle.

From how the diners of the imperial hall saw it, that unparalleled existence had taken the sacrificial dishes and would deal with him after tasting it.

Everyone’s breathing froze.

They watched in a daze as the originally respectfully-bowing High Priestess slowly raised her head.

The High Priestess’ energy became a little frightening, causing the void to seem to twist.

“Tell me, who exactly are you? Why do you have the complete recipe of the Immortal Medicinal Cuisine?!” The High Priestess’ condescending gaze stared at Bu Fang as she slowly spoke.

Once her words came out, the atmosphere froze. Everyone raised their head suspiciously at the High Priestess, as if not understanding why the High Priestess, who had been possessed by the unparalleled being, would ask such a question.

The meaning behind those words… was thought provoking!

The complete recipe of the Immortal Medicinal Cuisine?

Could it be that…

Many people all sucked in a breath of cold air. They now understood what the High Priestess meant.

The previous sacrificial dishes had flaws, but after that man modified the recipes and added a dish… they became perfect.

This meant that… the sacrificial dishes that the man had changed were correct!

After it dawned on them, everyone went into an uproar.

This man… will not die?

Even Empress Bi Luo, at this moment, was a little shocked, disbelief written all over her face. Her red lips gently opened, showing everyone a dazed look.

Chi Si and the rest were also filled with disbelief.

This male chef’s… modified sacrificial dishes were actually correct?

The High Priestess’ cold gaze firmly locked onto Bu Fang’s figure.

“Who am I?”

Bu Fang froze. Why would this woman ask such a question?

Then, he understood. This woman might think that he had some kind of connection with whoever provided the sacrificial dish recipes.

Changing those recipes was indeed difficult, and he had to admit that it was not the best version… even though he had added a recipe, Winter’s Mourning.

The addition of Winter’s Mourning made it perfect, but Winter’s Mourning flaws were a lot, and it was not the best combination of the sacrificial dishes.

Although it was paired with the other three dishes and formed the Immortal Medicinal Cuisine, its potency was not the best. This was naturally due to the limitation of his cooking skills.

Deeply taking in a breath, Bu Fang’s face remained incomparably calm. He looked at the High Priestess and expressionlessly said, “I… am just a chef that drifts along with the world.”

The High Priestess’ footsteps stopped.

The momentary silence caused the chattering crowd to completely go silent, not daring to let out a breath.

The High Priestess stared at Bu Fang.

Staring for so long, it caused Bu Fang’s hair to stand.

Then, the High Priestess suddenly smiled. That smile shocked the world—it was extremely beautiful.

“Very good. Just a chef….”

The corners of the High Priestess’ mouth curved. In the next instant, her hair fluttered as she looked at Bu Fang, saying, “The sacrificial dishes you cooked were a little effective… Take it as this one owes you a favor.”

Suddenly, the High Priestess’ eyes let out a dazzling radiance.

The terrifying atmosphere suddenly disappeared.

Bu Fang seemed to feel like there were a pair of eyes staring at him in the boundless illusionary void… before finally disappearing.

Boom!

A morning bell-like sound rang out as the High Priestess’ figure weakly collapsed onto the floor.

Then, everyone understood.

That unparalleled existence owe him a favor?

Bu Fang raised the corner of his lips.

Okay… That existence of the God Vanishing Mountain was a little interesting, coming out just to say that one sentence?

Really mischievous. How interesting is it to be a little naughty?

Looks like the Immortal Medicinal Cuisine is pretty effective.

Towards the Immortal Medicinal Cuisine, Bu Fang also was very curious in his heart. When the four dishes grouped together, it was like there was a wave of unique inner meaning.

Summer, Spring, Autumn, and Winter… contained pain and sorrow, as if it encompassed the meaning of the seasons.

Bu Fang’s heart was a little bewildered, constantly feeling like he was unable to catch it.

Anyway, if he didn’t get it, he would no longer think about it. He was a laid-back person.

He gave a glance at the High Priestess, who was weakly lying on the floor, before turning his body to walk in front of the spirit gold dining table. Then, he poured two cups of wine.

Within the entire imperial hall, only Bu Fang’s footsteps could be heard.

Swish.

The sound of the wine being poured into the cup was so pleasant to the ears.

Bu Fang held the two cups, then came beside the High Priestess and passed her the cup of wine. “Drink another cup to relieve the weakness.”

The High Priestess gave him a glance, her face filled with a slightly bewildered expression. Nonetheless, she received the wine.

The onlookers slowly recovered their senses.

Then…

Chattering sounds rang out everywhere.

This male chef… had actually created a miracle!

He had used the sacrificial dishes to move the existence in God Vanishing Mountain!

Empress Bi Luo was a little absent-minded as she gazed at Bu Fang with a strange look.

In the distance…

Jing Yuan covered her red lips with her hands in disbelief. Her face was filled with shock.

He had actually succeeded!

Head Chef Bu actually succeeded?

She did not think that the sacrificial dishes that Bu Fang had changed had obtained the High Priestess’ recognition!

She… She had actually almost ruined everything.

Thinking of that, Jing Yuan’s heart was filled with guilt.

Bu Fang gently drank a mouthful of wine as his gaze landed on Jing Yuan. “Okay, continue serving the dishes… The imperial feast still has to continue.”

Then, the sound of harps that had stopped for quite some time rang out once again.

Music revolved within the imperial hall, resounding ceaselessly.

Jing Yuan took the imperial feast dishes from the maids, then placed them onto the spirit gold dining table.

Seeing this, Empress Bi Luo recovered her excitement.

Rays of light shot out everywhere when the lids were taken off. They shot towards the heavens, causing everyone to exclaim involuntarily.

A dense fragrance spread out from within, filling the imperial hall. It seemed like it wanted to escape from the palace and surround the entire city.

Everyone was intoxicated as they tasted the fine food.

This was truly a memorable imperial feast. The previous ones had never felt like this.

This type of feeling made everyone unable to hold their feelings of joy.

Even Empress Bi Luo ate very heartily as well.

Chopsticks constantly reached out, picking up dishes into their bowls.

Indeed, this year’s imperial feast was very festive.

Bu Fang crossed his arms, standing in the distance. Seeing everyone’s cheerful expressions, he heaved a sigh of relief.

Although he was very confident, the imperial feast to him was not just a small test. It also gave him huge pressure.

He had carried this pressure to cook. If he messed up, he would also be unable to reach his goal to become the God of Cooking who will stand on top of this fantasy world.

Luckily, he had succeeded.

Pulling out a chair, Bu Fang sat in the distance, calmly sipping the wine.

Suddenly…

Bu Fang froze. He seemed to feel a gaze locking onto his body.

His mental energy now was extremely sharp. In that instant, he sensed that pair of eyes.

Looking towards the other party’s stare, he saw the High Priestess.

Meeting Bu Fang’s gaze, the High Priestess pouted her lips as she turned her head. She raised her wine cup and gently sipped a mouth.

There was fine wine, and there was great food.

This imperial feast had been thrown perfectly.

At least, the Empress was very happy.

After the cups clashed against each other, and the dishes were in disorder, the imperial feast was about to be announced as over.

Looking at the satisfied diners, Bu Fang’s eyes instantly shrank. He then waved his hand at the beautiful Jing Yuan, who was standing in the distance.

Jing Yuan hurriedly walked over. “Head Chef Bu, what is it?”

“Go and bring over the desserts placed in the kitchen, then give it to everyone. After finishing the imperial feast, the dessert is the last event,” Bu Fang calmly instructed.

Hm?

Jing Yuan froze.

A dessert after the meal? There’s even such a thing?

When did Head Chef Bu make it?

Feeling suspicious, Jing Yuan left the imperial hall and walked towards the kitchen.

Pushing open the kitchen door, a cold and comfortable chill spread out. This caused her eyes to shrink, and in the next instant, they lit up.

She finally understood what the dessert Head Chef Bu was talking about!

On the table were neatly-arranged small, blue-and-white porcelain bowls. Beside every bowl was a piece of white cloth and a silver spoon.

This was the ice cream that Bu Fang had made in the previous cooking competition, the delicacy that she always wanted to learn how to make!

Who would have thought that Head Chef Bu would include this dish into the imperial feast menu?

She had indeed felt that such a dish had to be included in the imperial feast! This type of dish was literally made for Goddess City, its attractiveness to women was sure to be fatal!

Looking at the ice cream on the table, Jing Yuan involuntarily revealed a smile, her face filled with intoxication and excitement.

These ice cream, with an icy chill swirling above them, had been carved by Head Chef Bu into blooming flowers.

After instructing the maids to carefully hold these ice creams, Jing Yuan returned to the imperial hall in anticipation.

She couldn’t wait to see the faces of everyone being conquered by ice cream.

A bowl of ice cream after a meal… It was great of Head Chef Bu to think of such an idea!

In the imperial hall, Empress Bi Luo leaned against the chair, her face filled with satisfaction.

Everyone at the spirit gold dining table, except for the High Priestess who maintained her cold demeanor, did not care about their images as they rubbed their stomachs.

They narrowed their eyes, sighing in satisfaction.

This time’s imperial feast was too delightful!

They felt great from eating and watching, and what they had experienced… was also so pleasant!

The dishes were all very delicious, not to mention that the matter of the modified sacrificial dishes had completely turned their world upside down. Indeed, this was an imperial feast that would be difficult to forget.

A pity, though… All good things must come to an end.

This time’s imperial feast had finally ended, and many people revealed unwilling feelings.

Lin Damei’s heart was a little sad, knowing that she would no longer eat such delicacies in the future.

Chi Si was also a little regretful.

Empress Bi Luo’s gaze turned, as if thinking of a way to get Bu Fang to forever stay in the Goddess City to manage the imperial feast.

Of course… it was just wishful thinking.

She knew that Bu Fang would eventually leave Goddess City. He did not belong here.

Suddenly…

The sound of harps rang out once again.

Everyone froze.

When the sound of harps rang, it meant that a dish was going to be served.

Could it be that… the imperial feast had not yet ended?

There’s still another dish?

But the eighteen dishes of the imperial feast had all been served?

Everyone froze, involuntarily looking towards the direction of the kitchen.

There seemed to be many figures……

Bu Fang looked at the shocked group of people and stood up.

“Thank you everyone for enjoying this time’s imperial feast, gourmets are to be enjoyed, everyone being able to have a sincere heart, will reap benefits. Now at last, the last chapter of the imperial feast…. As the head chef of this time’s imperial feast, I will give everyone a dish that comes after a meal. I hope that everyone will be able to like and enjoy it.”

Bu Fang stood up, drinking a mouthful of wine, the fiery wine entered his stomach from his throat, causing him to involuntarily open his mouth, there was only a word… Nice!

Everyone was shocked. There’s still a dish?

Along with the sound of harps, Jing Yuan held the dishes as she led the maids. Walking out from the shadow, they formed neat lines as they approached the spirit gold dining table.

Her hand held a blue-and-white porcelain bowl, within it was a flower giving off a chill and milky smell.

Ice… Ice cream?!

Empress Bi Luo froze, in the next instant she exclaimed in joy.

Her beautiful features displayed an exquisite smile, causing one to be intoxicated.

Originally, having no ice cream in this time’s imperial feast, she felt a little regretful, who would have thought that this ice cream would come up last.

Joy came too suddenly, causing her to be unable to prepare herself for it.

Jing Yuan held the ice cream, coming in front of Empress Bi Luo, putting the blue-and-white porcelain bowl in front of the Empress.

The white cloth was gently placed down, a silver spoon was set on the side of the porcelain bowl.

Jing Yuan raised the corners of her mouth into a slight smile. “Your Majesty, Head Chef Bu made this dessert with his secret recipe for you. Vermillion Fruit Milk Ice Cream, please taste it.”