"What is he going to do here?!"

"It's crazy! This punch goes down so hard, this clay pot is going to be smashed!"

"This guy isn't here to be funny, is he?"

......

As soon as Bu Fang's smashing action appeared, it immediately made the surrounding guys who had been paying attention to him change color, and the action of this punch was so savage, so unscrupulous, how could it be cooking?

Wei Dafu's eyes also shrank, and he couldn't help but snort coldly, Bu Fang's punch full of impact smashed down, he could almost imagine the fate of the clay pot, and the fate of the steamed golden potato...... 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 clay pot, but he didn't smash the clay pot at all, and he didn't even make a loud sound. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

As if trapped in the clay pot, Bu Fang's punch was covered with true qi, and the control was very accurate, those potatoes were smashed under this punch, but it did not destroy the clay pot, this control alone is extraordinary.

smashed down with a punch, and the potato suddenly turned into mud, sticking to Bu Fang's fist and then being raised, Bu Fang smashed down again, and the punch seemed to have a deep hatred.

But every punch did not destroy the fragile clay pot, which made the people around him exclaim again.

This young man's control of his strength has almost reached the level of arbitrariness, which is indeed very powerful.

The childish boy was amazed, and opened his mouth wide to smell the increasingly strong aroma of potatoes in the air, which was the surging fragrance of steamed potatoes after they were smashed, completely enveloping the surroundings.

Bu Fang smashed a few punches, his complexion did not change in the slightest, but he became more and more focused, his punches were very particular at all, and the true qi that escaped needed to be controlled very precisely, just like when he made a thousand silk rice cakes.

With the smash of his punch, the true qi escaped into the mashed potato, making the taste of the mashed potato even more incredible.

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

Bufang stopped processing the mashed potatoes, but removed the wooden rack from the pot, cleaned the pot, and poured water back in, this time not to steam the potatoes, but to make soup.

Poured the chopped mushrooms into the pot that had been boiling, Bu Fang took the iron spoon and stirred it slowly, as the fragrance of the mushrooms escaped, the look on Bu Fang's face also moved slightly.

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

The fragrant mushroom soup that accompanied the boiling simmer sank to the bottom of the pot.

Bu Fang's movements are non-stop, his speed is very fast, and the mashed potatoes he kneades are even more round.

When all the mashed potatoes are put into the pot, the step is to cover the pot, and the mind sinks, which is to control the true qi to observe the dishes in the pot, and the true qi then escapes into it, controlling every bit of subtle changes in the ingredients.

True Qi cooking is his specialty, and now his True Qi cultivation is very strong, and the release of this True Qi is easy for him.

When the soup turns orange-yellow, a rich aroma rolls out, a unique blend of mashed potatoes and mushrooms.

The soup was boiling, rolling and boiling, and the originally clear water had become viscous, and the iron spoon of the square was stirred and scooped up slightly, and the thick soup was silky and smooth.

I scooped a little and tasted the taste, and a simple taste spread in Bufang's mouth, which was the rich aroma of the dishes cooked with mushrooms.

Pour the cut vegetables into it, adding a little greenery to the monotonous color of the soup, which is more visually pleasing to the eye.

After boiling for a while, Bufang put a vinegar and hot sauce in it, which was supposed to be a chili pepper, but there was no preparation in the ingredients, so Bu Fang used hot sauce instead.

Although there are few ingredients, the seasonings here are readily available, and it saves a lot of effort.

After taking a clean pottery bowl, Bu Fang scooped a bowl of thick soup into it, and the rich flavor accompanied by the sour smell of vinegar permeated the surroundings, so that many people were mouthful, looking at the thick soup, they couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

The aroma alone makes them a little uncontrollable, and the taste of this dish is definitely not bad!

"Hot and sour soup, please taste it. ”

Bu Fang handed the pottery bowl to Wei Dafu, Wei Dafu took it almost sluggishly, and then came back to his senses and glanced at Bu Fang with some surprise.

Bufang's cooking skills are very skilled, and he is more experienced than some seasoned chefs, which is really a bit incredible for Bufang's age.

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

An orange-yellow hue with a few green vegetable fragments floating on it, and white and black mushrooms rise and fall, bubbling and embellished, and golden mashed potatoes float and dot it.

From the looks of it, this hot and sour soup is not very exquisite, but the aroma is so tempting.

Scooped a spoonful with a porcelain spoon, the silky soup made Wei Dafu's heart feel like being teased, a mouthful of hot soup went down his stomach, the entrance was smooth, and it instantly entered the abdomen, and what instantly permeated his mouth was the mushroom fragrance and the fragrance of potatoes that were released to the extreme, and there was a sour taste in this taste, and the just right spicy taste invaded his taste buds, making his eyes couldn't help but widen.

Woo-yo!

After drinking it in one gulp, he couldn't help but scoop a spoonful again, this time the porcelain spoon also scooped a black and white mushroom block, the mushroom piece was extremely fragrant and tender, trembling in the mouth with elasticity, and the hot feeling made Wei Dafu can't help but sigh.

Grunt, the sour taste made the tip of his nose burst into a little fine beads of sweat.

"It's so cool!"

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

After cooking, the mashed potatoes seemed to have a transparent film attached to the surface, the film was soft and smooth, and it broke when you bite into it, but as soon as the film broke, the mashed potatoes erupted and instantly covered his mouth.

It feels as smooth as tofu, but it has a scrub-like heaviness.

These two contradictions, with a sour and spicy taste, rushed straight to Wei Dafu's mind, making his head empty at this moment.

After taking a big sip of hot and sour soup, Wei Dafu's lips became rosy, and the sweat on the tip of his nose penetrated more and more.

"Whew...... Whew......"

Panting, but Wei Dafu felt very comfortable, the sour and spicy taste of this thick soup burst out in his mouth just right, so he couldn't help but be intoxicated, feeling like he was swimming in this hot thick soup, the black and white mushrooms were like a slippery beauty, kneading his body with his slippery little hands.

The heaviness of the mashed potatoes made him feel like he was experiencing a storm that made his soul sublimated.

Licking the last drop of soup in the pottery bowl clean, the intoxication 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 surrounding guys, Wei Dafu's intoxicated gaze made them very surprised, because they found this expression on Wei Dafu's face for the first time.

"I'm ......" Wei Dafu opened his mouth, wanting to explain something, he should have come to find fault, to find fault with this young man's thorns...... As a result, he seems to have been conquered.

Then he straightened his face, smacked his mouth, and pointed to the thick soup boiling in the pot, the aroma of the moment the boiling exploded, and he couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

"This soup...... Handling of ingredients...... Uh, seasoning...... Uh, that ......"

He wanted to pick a thorn, but his usual neat mouth and ruthless poisonous tongue couldn't say anything, which made his face even redder.

"Big brother, can I ...... Would you like a bowl?"

The immature boy couldn't help it, and he couldn't stand being hungry for the fragrance.

In this regard, Bu Fang naturally did not refuse, and motioned for them to come to Sheng by themselves.

Suddenly, the surrounding men threw down their movements one after another, and surrounded the hot and sour soup cooked in that step, scrambling to scoop out a bowl.

"Wow! It's so cool! It's spicy...... This sour!!"

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

"Is this a potato? What's the deal with this tofu-like smoothness? How did you do it?

......

One after another exclamations rang out, one after another, and in an instant, they enveloped the entire Huotou military camp.

The guys who drank the hot and sour soup were all amazed and completely intoxicated.

The young man drank a bowl and secretly prepared another one.

The corners of Bufang's mouth curled slightly, wiped off the water in his hand, and his eyes fell on Wei Dafu, who was enduring his greed on the side, and said lightly.

"How's it going? )