Twenty percent success rate.

In other words, there is an 80 percent failure rate, which means that the probability of failure is as high as 80 percent.

The failure rate is four times higher than the success rate.

When ordinary people hear this failure rate, they must choose to refuse the task with their eyes closed.

However, the system really didn't expect that Bufang would choose to accept this task, and it was very simple, not dragging the mud and water.

Once this task is accepted, it cannot be terminated, and once terminated, it will also be obliterated by the system.

The choice of the step made the system stunned for a while.

After a long time, he spoke.

It was still a serious and serious voice.

"The host accepts the task, the mission begins, and now the recipe for three cups of the Divine Chicken is distributed, and the host is invited to start receiving. ”

Airplanes......

The words of the system fell.

Bufang's eyes were disillusioned.

The next moment, standing still, lost in thought.

In his mind, there was a dense rush of information into his mind.

In the sea of spirits.

The Golden Divine Dragon, Vermilion Bird, Xuanwu, and White Tiger all raised their heads uncontrollably, and seemed to look at a book emerging from the void with some horror.

It was a golden book, completely condensed by spiritual energy, and there were turbulent fluctuations escaping from it.

This fluctuation spread, and the machine spirits in the spiritual sea of the step side all felt a burst of shock.

"This is the chef's recipe?!"

"What? Why did the little host come into contact with the chef's recipe so early?"

"The system is planning to force the little host to death, and the chef's recipe has been made out so quickly......"

The machine spirits were shocked.

Shenlong and Suzaku chattered non-stop.

"Hmph...... The system is going to do something, the small host is just a second turn of small saint cultivation, and if you want to cook the dishes in the recipe of the god of cooking, how high is the success rate? one percent, or two percent? In any case, this success rate is too low. ”

The white tiger snorted arrogantly and said.

"It's not something we can worry about...... Let's just do our job. ”

Xuanwu spoke, and the entire spiritual sea seemed to fall silent.

And at this moment, Bu Fang naturally didn't know what was happening in the spiritual sea.

He had already begun to read and understand the contents of the chef's recipe that was pouring into his mind at this moment.

Three cups of God's Dead Chicken.

Bufang took a deep breath, and there seemed to be golden lines circulating in his eyes.

Three cups of Divine Chicken, this is a dish called Three Cups of Chicken that was born on earth.

Bu Fang is naturally no stranger to this.

After reading the recipe for cooking, Ayukata's face became a little ugly for the first time.

No wonder the system said that he only had a 20% success rate, and said that he had a 20% success rate, all because the system was optimistic about him.

If the concession party estimates it for itself, it will not even be a percentage.

Difficult......

It's too hard.

Bu Fang could sense that there was a book in his spiritual sea, which should be the so-called chef recipe of the system.

But now he can't turn the books at all, and even the connection with the machine spirit has been cut off.

Bufang frowned.

Turning around, he walked into the kitchen.

Bufang stood in front of the stove.

He took a deep breath, the light in his eyes flickering brightly, pondering the details described in the recipe.

The devil is in the details, and no matter what you do, it's the details that matter, and even more so in cooking.

A small detail in cooking can even determine the taste of an entire dish.

As a chef, you have to be detail-oriented.

Three-cup chicken, or three cups of god-dead chicken.

The reason why it is called three cups is because the main seasoning of this dish is only three cups, one cup of soy sauce, one cup of sesame oil, and one cup of rice wine.

And only with three cups of seasoning, a dish can be concocted.

Naturally, the difficulty is very high.

Airplanes......

Standing in front of the stove, you can see with the naked eye that portions of ingredients appear on the stove.

These ingredients...... Extremely ordinary, without any aura and immortality, it seems to be the kind of ordinary dishes that I bought in the vegetable market in my previous life.

Of course, the quality is excellent.

A plucked chicken sits in a blue and white porcelain bowl, but that's not the end of it.

The chicken also needs to be re-treated.

There was no random movement on the side.

He didn't dare to do it at will, once the dish failed to be cooked, then he would be wiped out.

The system does not have the slightest emotion when it says the obliteration.

Bu Fang can believe that once he really fails, he will definitely be ruthlessly wiped out by the system, and the system will not show mercy because he is the host.

Therefore, Bufang did not dare to take anything lightly.

Close your eyes and calm the excitement in your heart.

One second, two seconds, three seconds......

Bufang opened his eyes.

The gaze is bland and devoid of any emotion.

There is no fear of being wiped out because of failure, and there are no palpitations about low success rates.

Some...... Only the calmness and calmness that belong to the chef.

Whoa......

The basalt cauldron was placed in the White Tiger Heavenly Stove.

The flames burrowed into the stove and burst into flames, the scorching heat exploding.

He didn't choose to use the fountain of life, but poured in the water prepared for him by the system, which was clear and sweet, but ...... There is no aura and no fairy energy!

With a faint gaze, he poured the water prepared by the system into the pot.

The water boiled.

The convenient step is to scoop out the water and put it in a blue and white porcelain pot.

Whoa......

Without wrapping his palm with true qi, the hot water made Rang Bu Fang's brows suddenly wrinkled.

Carefully pluck all the feathers on the chicken, and not let go of a single fluff.

After careful inspection, Bu Fang grabbed the chicken out and put it on the board.

And at this moment, his hands were already red from boiling water.

Bufang was stunned for a moment, and suddenly there was a feeling of returning to normal cooking.

Keel kitchen knife out.

After a twist in his hand, he slashed down.

Bang Bang Bang ......

Chop off the strong and powerful drumsticks, cut them into pieces, and set them on a plate.

Grunt.

Bufang poured the oil into the pot, and the hot oil in the pot suddenly boiled.

Pour the chopped chicken pieces into the pan.

Bu Fang's spiritual power exploded suddenly......

Next, there is the important process of life-and-death cooking......

Divine thoughts boiled suddenly.

In the spiritual sea of Bufang, the spiritual power seemed to be spinning rapidly.

In Bu Fang's eyes, everything slowed down.

The boiling oil juice in the oil pot seemed to solidify, as if it was slowly and slowly spraying.

The mental power poured in like silk, and you could clearly see the heat of the oil juice burrowing into the muscles, and you could clearly see the chicken becoming solidified.

In the sea of spirits.

It was as if they were all breathing.

"Not a single mistake can be made. ”

"The cooking of the recipes in the chef's recipe must be perfect, and if it is not perfect, it cannot be selected into the chef's recipe. ”

"Just one slight mistake means failure and must be wiped out!"

......

The machine spirits were full of emotion.

As machine spirits, they have seen too much.

They didn't expect this moment to come so early.

However, this is also a test for their host.

If the host can pass this test......

That's how to get their real approval!

They will wholeheartedly assist Bu Fang to embark on the path of the true god of cooking.

As a machine spirit, it is also a very cautious thing to put into practice.

......

Bang la blah.

The oil splattered, and the golden oil juice splashed down the meat pieces and dripped into the bowl.

After shaking it and draining all the oil, it is easy to start preparing for the rest of the cooking process.

Every step of the cooking process has been memorized by him.

The dishes in this so-called chef's recipe pay attention to using the most ordinary ingredients to cook the best food......

This is a very demanding test for a chef.

Only by mastering every moment perfectly can you cook a dish to perfection.

Outside the restaurant.

The battle of terror continues.

After breaking through, the Ying Dragon Prison Master and Hades King Erha fought against the Black Temple Black Demon together.

The clamor of the battle shook all sides.

Above the sky, under the stars.

In the vast starry battlefield.

Several figures, a rapid collision, each collision is a terrifying energy aura vented, bombarding the surroundings.

The debris that caused some of the void to float in the void and the warships were becoming more and more crumbling!

The battle of the Great Sage is incomparably terrifying.

in restaurants.

Xiao You sat on the chair with a pale face, and the pain in her body made her frown.

The little fox was in her arms, sticking out his tongue and licking Xiao You's cheeks, making her feel warm.

The furry tail stroked Xiao Yu's face, as if to relieve Xiao Yu's pain.

in the kitchen.

Bu Fang was concentrating on cooking, his eyes were wide and bloodshot.

He didn't dare to make the slightest mistake, so he had to pay full attention.

If you look closely, you can find that Bufang's hand holding the kitchen knife is shaking slightly.

Although I emphasize that I should cook with a normal heart, I actually ...... Bufang still couldn't soothe the tremors in his heart.

Zizizizi.

In the pot, pour the first cup of three cups of chicken, sesame oil.

Bring the sesame oil to a boil, add the chopped green onion and ginger slices.

As the stir-fry began, Bu Fang's spiritual power exploded again, and everything seemed to become very slow in his field of vision......

After stir-frying until fragrant, Bufang puts the drained and dehydrated chicken pieces into the pot.

Stir-fry.

The angle of the pan, the strength of the pan, and the speed of stir-frying are all strict requirements, and any mistake ...... will lead to mistakes in the dish.

On his forehead, sweat flowed down.

The bloodshot in the eyes seemed to completely cover the eyes.

This feeling......

The concession party was exhausted.

Stir-fry for about five minutes, turning the pan dozens of times.

The color of the chicken nuggets has changed.

And at this time, the step is to pour the second cup of three cups of chicken, rice wine.

This liquor is an ordinary rice wine, showing turbid yellow, but when the aroma of the wine is smelled, it is completely unforgettable.

Whoa......

When the rice wine is put into the pot, the whole pot looks like it is about to explode.

The pot boiled, and the sound of sneering was endless.

Simmer for a while.

Bufang took a deep breath.

Raising his hand, he grabbed the last cup of seasoning that was placed on the stovetop.

However, when his fingers touched the cup, Bufang's body suddenly stiffened, and he couldn't even move......

In his eyes, the bloodshot suddenly expanded, and he snorted......

in the eyes.

The red eyes were slowly closed by Bufang, and the corners of his eyes ...... Blood-colored tears flowed down his cheeks.

There was a click, and it dripped on the kitchen floor.

The immortal fire in the stove also shook violently at this moment, flickering and extinguishing, as if it was going to be extinguished at any time.

"It's over!!"

"Oops, it's going to fail...... The little host's cultivation is really too reluctant now, and the spiritual power that has just entered the Divine Mind level is really not enough!"

"To fail is to obliterate...... The road of the kitchen god is really difficult, and the little host has not been able to persevere after all. ”

In the sea of spirits, the spirits have changed color.

Sensing the state of the step, they all sighed.

Even if he is narcissistic like a dragon, lively as a red bird, dull as Xuanwu, and arrogant as a white tiger...... They all sighed.

Maybe...... This is the last emotion they can leave to this generation of hosts.

Huangquan shop.

Xiao You, who was sitting in the restaurant, seemed to feel something, and the whole person was stunned, and turned his head to look at the restaurant.

The little fox in his arms also raised his head.

In the starry field.

The huge black dog that covered the sky and the sun, as if the starry sky was extinguished in his eyes, glanced at the direction of the Hell Huangquan shop, and there seemed to be thousands of emotions circulating in his eyes.

Idyllic world.

The sky was covered with blood.

Niu Hansan stood in front of the wooden house with a complicated expression.

in the kitchen.

Bufang's body shook violently.

The sweat on his forehead and the blood in the corners of his eyes seemed to merge together.

Then, he suddenly opened his eyes.

A pair of bloody eyes suddenly appeared.