The violent collision sound of the iron spoon and the iron pot resounded in the sky above the entire Huotou army camp, making the camp that was still somewhat quiet suddenly noisy. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Many people stumbled out of the tents in the camp, rubbing their sleepy eyes.

Bu Fang walked out of the tent and slowly walked towards the place where the flow of people was concentrated, the army usually had to assemble, although Bu Fang had not joined the army, but he still knew something about this kind of thing, although the sound of the pot was replaced by the sound of the assembly in the firehead army.

The hats on the head of the immature young man Long Cai were all wearing a little crooked, and his face was full of the appearance of not waking up, and the firewood in the camp was burning, and the crackling sound was quietly resounding, echoing around.

The large iron pot on the wooden shelf was being roasted by the fire, and the pot made a gurgling sound, bubbling white steam, and water vapor gushed out of it, echoing with aura, with a faint aroma of porridge.

Wei Dafu was carrying an iron pot at the moment, the iron spoon was constantly beating, the sound was very loud, his face was with a trace of anger, looking at the slowly rising group of people, he couldn't help but open his throat and shouted: "Give Lao Tzu a little faster, don't think that the Huotou Army is not a soldier, cheer up Lao Tzu and assemble quickly!!"

The men suddenly got up and stood in line.

Bu Fang calmly followed behind the others and stood in the middle of the team.

This made Wei Dafu, who was squinting and looking for a step, feel a little regretful, he originally wanted to use this to scold this arrogant kid once, but he didn't expect this kid to be able to get up and line up so early, an ordinary recruit...... That's all going to have to sleep until the sun shines!

But he didn't pay much attention to this, just snorted, and then looked at the guys below.

"Puff up your chest, I just received the general's order yesterday, our third army is going to fight the enemy tomorrow, the general asked our Huotou army to cook a sumptuous meal today, satisfy the soldiers, nourish the spirit of the soldiers, so that everyone can fight a victory and come back!"

Wei Dafu took his hands, acted as a captain, and said loudly.

After speaking, the guys below were chattering and discussing, and many people were quite excited, and it was time to show the real technology!

"So...... You know what I'm going to say, today's dish, you all prepare it for me, don't lose the name of our Huotou Army, don't let the soldiers say a word of disgust when they eat your dish...... What kind of garbage is this, it's not just your face that will be lost when the time comes, but also my Wei Dafu's face!

Wei Dafu opened his throat and shouted again.

The guys are all holding their heads high, and their eyes are full of confidence.

Especially Long Cai's immature little guy was actually holding his chest high, his face full of excitement.

"Okay, Long Cai...... You and them divide the porridge into various military camps, and when they come back, they will continue to cook, and the others will return to their respective camps for me, and cook your dishes well, if I am not satisfied with today's dishes, they will give me half a month's firewood!"

Long Cai's face suddenly pale, and he reluctantly followed a few strong men to carry the steaming iron pot and left the camp.

Bu Fang took his hands and turned slowly, lazily planning to return to his ordinary camp.

However, he was stopped by Wei Dafu.

"Boy, I'm staring at you, if your dish today isn't chosen by any of the soldiers, hehe...... You know the consequences! When the time comes, I'll let you know the price of going crazy with Wei Dafu. ”

Wei Dafu glanced at Bufang and snorted coldly.

Bu Fang was stunned for a moment, pulled the corners of his mouth, glanced at Wei Dafu as if he was looking stupid, didn't bother to speak, turned around and returned to his camp.

Looking at the so many ingredients in the camp, although they are all ordinary ingredients, they are very complete, vegetables and meat are all spread on the ground.

I picked out some ingredients that looked better in the material, weighed them in my hands, and began to clamp up the wooden shelves, set up the pot, and began to prepare for cooking.

For Bufang, there are no carefully prepared dishes and dishes that are not carefully prepared, and the chef who is confident in his own craftsmanship can cook any dish that can satisfy the taste of diners, which is full of praise.

Holding the wooden handle, the kitchen knife rotated around in his hand at will, playing with a knife flower, and Bu Fang's eyes fell on the ingredients he selected.

For these ordinary ingredients, Bufang feels no pressure.

The sword light flickered rapidly, shining in the light of the firelight.

Brush Brush Brush Click!

Those ingredients were processed by the swift pace of steps almost in a few breaths, and his meteor knife skills were so skillful that it was a breeze to handle them.

Once the ingredients are processed, the next step is to start preparing for cooking.

Let the pot preheat first, and then add oil, this oil is just ordinary oil, without the slightest aura, and it is really an ordinary ingredient.

These Huotou army cooking dishes use aura ingredients, but they can't keep the aura in the ingredients intact like Bufang, it is easy to lose the aura in them, and if they want to preserve the aura of the ingredients, many chefs in big hotels can't do it, let alone these guys.

Bu Fang cooking has been accustomed to using the means of True Qi cooking, although this technique is more useful for the cooking of Reiki ingredients, but it is no different for Bu Fang, because his mental power is too strong, and any change in the ingredients cannot escape his perception.

The sound of stir-frying resounded in everyone's camp, and suddenly there were few fireworks, rising to the sky, and the aroma of dishes permeated the entire Huotou army.

However, there are not too many styles of dishes prepared by the Fire Head Army, they are mainly to make large dishes, because they need large portions, so it is more difficult to make.

Many of them are responsible for one dish, and in this way, a total of several dishes will be served.

The screams of spirit beasts sounded in the camp, that is, some low-level spirit beasts were slaughtered and made into dishes to replenish the soldiers' bodies.

Bu Fang only made one dish this time, he made it very quickly, and it was finished in a short time, covering the dish in the big pot with a lid, and actually retained all the fragrance in it, and did not burst out as unscrupulously as others.

To do all this, step by step is to sit on the new plate on the bed, begin to close your eyes and recuperate, while thinking about the research of the dishes in your mind, and waiting for the completion of other people's dishes.

Soon, the sound of the iron spoon and the big iron pot colliding sounded again, and Bu Fang opened his eyes, and a touch of excitement appeared in his eyes.

His first course in the true sense of the word of the Firehead is finally about to be put to the test.

However, Bufang did not have the slightest worry, he had absolute confidence in his cooking skills!

He got out of bed, lifted the huge clay pot, and walked out of his tent.

Xiaobai was arranged in the tent by Bu Fang, obediently motionless.

Before coming to the assembly camp, several men were carrying a clay pot, and several huge clay pots had been placed in front of the camp, and the rich fragrance of vegetables emanated from this clay pot, lingering in the entire Huotou military camp.

Many of the men were ruddy and had beads of sweat on their foreheads, apparently excited to finish the dishes.

"You kid go quickly, everyone is waiting for you!" Wei Dafu glanced at Bu Fang and said unpleasantly.

Bufang's clay pot is not too big compared to other people's clay pots, and everyone doesn't care about it, because the dishes with ordinary ingredients are not too valued by the soldiers, and they will be wasted anyway, so the clay pots distributed to Bufang are small.

In response to Wei Dafu's reprimand, Bu Fang was still unhurried, lazily carrying his clay pot to the team.

Wei Dafu became more and more unhappy with this, snorted coldly, and looked at the others.

"That's it! ready to serve!"

Wei Dafu's voice just fell.

"Hey-ha!"

The men shouted one after another, and then lifted up the heavy clay pots and walked towards the outside of the camp. (To be continued.) )