Chapter 284 The Alluring Hot and Sour Soup

"What is he going to do?!"

"Crazy! This punch is so hard, this pot will be smashed!"

"Is this cooking? Isn't this guy here to be funny?"

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As soon as Bu Fang's slamming action appeared, it immediately changed the color of the cooks around him who had been paying attention to him. The action of this punch was so brutal and unscrupulous, how could it be in cooking?

Wei Dafu's eyes also shrank, and he couldn't help but snorted coldly. Bu Fang's punch was full of impact, and he could almost imagine what would happen to that pottery pot, and what would happen to those steamed golden potatoes... It's a pity that the perfectly steamed potatoes were ruined like this!

However, to everyone's surprise, Bu Fang's fist smashed into the pot, but it didn't smash the pot at all, and didn't even make a loud noise.

As if he was trapped in the clay pot, Bu Fang's punch was covered with true energy, and he controlled it very precisely. The potatoes were smashed to pieces under this punch, but it didn't damage the pot. , this control alone is extraordinary.

With a punch, the potato immediately turned into mud, stuck to Bu Fang's fist and was lifted up, and Bu Fang slammed it down again. That punch seemed to have a deep hatred.

But each punch did not damage the fragile pottery basin, which made the surrounding people exclaim again.

This young man's control of strength has almost reached the level of arbitrary, it is indeed very powerful.

The childish boy was amazed, opened his mouth wide, and smelled the more and more intense aroma of potatoes in the air. It was the surging aroma of steamed potatoes after they were smashed, completely covering the surroundings.

Bu Fang punched a few times, his complexion didn't change at all, but he became more focused. His punches were all very particular, and the escaping true energy needed very precise control. It's the same as when making thousand silk rice cakes.

With his punching down, all the true energy dissipated into the mashed potatoes, making the taste of the mashed potatoes even more incredible.

The true energy dissipated, and the large ball of mashed potatoes stuck to his fist fell back into the basin, and hot air rose from it.

Bu Fang stopped processing the mashed potatoes, but took off the wooden frame in the pot, cleaned the pot, and poured clean water again, this time not for steaming potatoes,

It's for soup.

Pour the chopped mushrooms into the boiling pot. Bu Fang took the iron spoon and stirred them slowly. As the fragrance of the mushrooms dissipated, the expression on Bu Fang's face also changed slightly. .

When the mushroom soup was boiling, Bu Fang took the mashed potato ball, and with a pinch of two fingers, a small ball of mashed potato came out, and with a bang, the mashed potato ball fell into the pot.

Accompanied by this boiling thick mushroom soup sank to the bottom of the pot.

Bu Fang kept moving, his speed was very fast, and the mashed potatoes he kneaded were very round.

When all the mashed potatoes were put into the pot, Bu Bianyi put the lid on the pot, and when his mind sank, he was controlling the zhenqi to observe the situation of the dishes in the pot, and the zhenqi then escaped into it, controlling the flow of ingredients. Every little detail changes.

Infuriating cooking is his specialty, and his cultivation of infuriating energy is very strong now, so it is easy for him to release the infuriating energy.

When the soup in the pot turned orange-yellow, a rich aroma rolled out. It was a unique aroma mixed with mashed potatoes and mushrooms.

The soup was boiling, rolling and bubbling, and the originally clear water also became viscous. When Bu Fang stirred it with an iron spoon and scooped it up slightly, the thick soup flowed down silky smooth.

He scooped up a little bit and tasted the taste, and a simple taste filled Bu Fang's mouth. This was the rich aroma of the dishes cooked with mushrooms.

Pour the chopped vegetables into it, adding a little green to the monotonous color of the thick soup, which is more eye-catching visually.

After boiling again for a while, Bu Fang put vinegar and chili sauce into it. It was supposed to contain chili, but there was no preparation in the ingredients, so Bu Fang used chili sauce instead.

Although there are few ingredients, the seasonings here are all available, which saves Bu Fang a lot of effort.

Taking a clean earthenware bowl, Bu Fang scooped a bowl of thick soup into it. The rich taste accompanied by the sour taste of vinegar permeated the surroundings, making many people salivate. Looking at the thick soup, they couldn't help it. He swallowed his saliva.

The smell alone makes them a little bit unable to hold back their appetites, and the taste of this dish will definitely not be bad!

"Hot and sour soup, please taste."

Bu Fang handed the pottery bowl to Wei Dafu, Wei Dafu almost took it in a daze, then came back to his senses and looked at Bu Fang in surprise.

Bu Fang's cooking skills are very proficient, even more experienced than some seasoned chefs, which is really unbelievable for Bu Fang's age.

However, his focus soon turned to the bowl of hot and sour soup in a clay bowl in his hand.

It is orange-yellow in color, with a few pieces of green vegetables floating on it, and white and black mushrooms rise and fall here and there, boiling, and golden mashed potatoes sink and float in it, embellishing it.

Judging from the appearance, this hot and sour soup is not very delicate, but the aroma is really tempting.

Scooped a spoonful with a porcelain spoon, the silky soup made Wei Dafu feel like being teased in his heart, he swallowed a mouthful of boiling hot soup, the entrance was smooth, and it rushed into the abdomen in an instant, and what filled the mouth in an instant was The aroma of mushrooms and potatoes was released to the extreme, and there was a sour taste in this taste. The just right spicy taste invaded his taste buds, making his eyes widen uncontrollably.

Chi yo!

After drinking it in one gulp, he couldn't help scooping up another spoonful. This time, he scooped up a piece of black and white mushroom on the porcelain spoon. The piece of mushroom was extremely fragrant and tender, and vibrated in his mouth with elasticity. Wei Dafu couldn't bear the hot feeling. I can't help but breathe.

With a grunt, the sour taste caused a little bead of sweat to emerge from the tip of his nose.

"It's so cool!"

Wei Dafu was amazed, and scooped up a spoonful again, this time he got golden mashed potatoes, which was what he was always very curious about.

After the mashed potatoes were cooked, there seemed to be a transparent film attached to the surface. The film was soft and smooth, and it would shatter when bitten. But as soon as the film was broken, the mashed potatoes erupted, covering his mouth in an instant. .

It feels smooth and tender like tofu, but it has a thick feeling like frosting.

These two contradictory bodies rushed straight into Wei Dafu's mind with a hot and sour taste, making his head empty at this moment with a bang.

After drinking a big mouthful of hot and sour soup, Wei Dafu's lips became rosy, and the sweat from the tip of his nose seeped more and more.

"Hoo...hoo..."

Panting heavily, Wei Dafu felt very refreshed. The sour and spicy taste of this thick soup burst into his mouth just right, which made him intoxicated. He felt like he was swimming in this hot thick soup. In the soup, the black and white mushrooms looked like creamy beauties kneading his body with creamy little hands.

The thickness of the mashed potatoes made him feel like he was experiencing a storm that would sublimate his soul.

After licking off the last drop of soup in the pottery bowl, the intoxicated look on Wei Dafu's face dissipated.

Soon, his face froze, and his face turned red.

A series of surprised eyes fell on him, it was the cooks around, Wei Dafu's intoxicated eyes made them very surprised, because they found this kind of expression on Wei Dafu's face for the first time.

"I..." Wei Dafu opened his mouth, wanting to explain something, he should have come to find fault with this young man... As a result, he seemed to be conquered.

Then he straightened his face, smacked his lips, and pointed at the thick soup boiling in the pot. The aroma that emanated from the moment the boiling bubbles burst made him swallow uncontrollably.

"This soup...the handling of the ingredients...er, the seasoning...err..."

He wanted to be picky, but with his sharp lips and venomous tongue, he couldn't say anything, which made his face redden even more.

"Brother, can I... have a bowl?"

The immature boy couldn't bear it anymore, he couldn't stand being greedy by the fragrance.

Regarding this, Bu Fang naturally did not refuse, and signaled them to serve it themselves.

Immediately, the cooks around all dropped their actions and surrounded the hot and sour soup that Bu Fang was cooking, scrambling to scoop out a bowl.

"Wow! It's so refreshing! This spicy taste... this sour taste!!"

"How can this mushroom be so smooth and elastic...I'm going to be intoxicated!"

"Is this a potato? What is the thickness mixed with this tofu-like creaminess? How is this done?! It's incredible!"

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Shouts of exclamation resounded, one after another, and instantly enveloped the entire Huotou army barracks.

The cooks who drank Bufang hot and sour soup were all amazed and completely intoxicated.

The immature boy finished his bowl and sneakily prepared another one.

The corners of Bu Fang's mouth slightly turned up, and he wiped off the water in his hand, his eyes fell on Wei Dafu, who was holding back his greed, and said calmly.

"How is it? Are you satisfied with showing your hands?" (To be continued.)