The middle-aged man's words had just fallen, and they immediately caused many soldiers around him to laugh, and the laughter one after another lingered in the entire military camp, with a bit of banter. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Many people looked at Bu Fang's eyes with some sympathy, because they all came over like this, and they all thought that if they entered the Huotou Army, they were only left to cook, and it turned out that cooking in this was also a qualification.

This middle-aged man is the captain of their Huotou Army, Wei Dafu, his cooking skills are very superb, his taste is very good, and his evaluation of the dishes is very tricky.

Wei Dafu looked at Bu Fang playfully, the Huotou Army hadn't come to a newcomer for a long time, but he didn't expect that a newcomer would come now, which made their boring life finally find some fun.

Bu Fang raised his eyes and glanced at this Wei Dafu in surprise, it was obvious that Bu Fang saw this Wei Dafu's bad intentions, but he didn't care too much, isn't it just cooking, simple.

"Show your hands?" Bufang said lightly.

"Yes, Lao Tzu is the captain of the Huotou Army, and he is responsible for the dishes provided by the Huotou Army, you must know that in the army, our dishes are very critical, the taste of the dishes is good, and the soldiers will be full of motivation after eating, and they will have the energy and physical strength to fight, and the taste of the dishes is poor...... I can't even eat, and I even have diarrhea on the side, you tell me how to fight?"

Wei Dafu waved the iron spoon in his hand, and made a tirade, to put it simply, to test the cooking skills of the school step.

"Okay, give me a place to cook and provide your ingredients. Bu Fang didn't bother to listen to Wei Dafu's endless words on the side, so he directly waved his hand and interrupted the other party's words.

A touch of displeasure flashed on Wei Dafu's face, this newcomer was a little crazy, and he dared to interrupt him.

However, he didn't make any trouble, but his face was a little pale, and he waved his hand casually.

Behind him was a young man whose childish face had not faded, carrying a large iron pot and placing it in front of Bu Fang.

A black kitchen knife from Mubazi, a few pottery bowls, a bucket of water, and a sack of ingredients that I don't know what they are.

"No, the ingredients and kitchenware are here, let's take a good look at how your newcomer's cooking skills are, right?" Wei Dafu clasped his hands to his chest and sneered.

The people around him also looked at it with interest, but the childish young man looked at Bufang curiously, he was actually not optimistic about Bufang in his heart, because even if a normal cook came to the barracks for the first time, there was no way to cook well.

Because the marching environment is so different from the kitchen, there must be a process of adaptation if you want to cook well.

Just as the childish boy is not optimistic about Bu Fang, the other people around him are also not optimistic about Bu Fang, because they know that even if Bu Fang makes a dish, it will also be worthless by Wei Dafu, and when the time comes, it will be bombarded and split wood, they have seen a lot of this kind of thing, and they have already seen it.

More of them wanted to see Bu Fang's jokes, and wanted to see how Bu Fang, a little white face, would be embarrassed and embarrassed under Wei Dafu's poisonous tongue.

Bufang didn't care about other people's attitudes, he was originally a person who didn't care about other people's eyes.

He walked over to the kitchen utensils and frowned, these kitchen utensils were indeed a bit rudimentary, even more rudimentary than the environment in the snake tribe at the beginning.

But this is also understandable, after all, it is a marching cook, who is always on the move, and can only set up temporary cooking points.

Bu Fang's brows loosened, the corners of his mouth curled, he squatted down and opened the sack to see what the ingredients Wei Dafu had provided him were.

As soon as I opened the sack, a smell of earthy astringency and a fragrant aroma came to my face, and the sack contained a large bag of mushrooms, mixed with a few bundles of ordinary vegetables and a few potatoes.

Very simple ingredients, this is the first time that Bufang has encountered such a simple ingredient since coming to this other world.

"Do you usually use these dishes to cook?" Bu Fang couldn't help but raise his head, and looked at Wei Dafu in surprise, these are ordinary ingredients, as soldiers on the march, although their cultivation is not high, they all contain true qi in their bodies.

This ordinary ingredient couldn't feed them at all, and they didn't even have the ability to replenish the true qi in their bodies.

"What do you care so much about? Do you think you are qualified to have access to Reiki ingredients now? You first use these ordinary ingredients to make dishes that satisfy Lao Tzu. The corners of Wei Dafu's mouth twitched, and he glanced at Bufang and said.

"These are the spare ingredients for our firehead army, usually during the battle period, when the reserve of aura ingredients is not enough, we will use these ordinary ingredients to satisfy hunger. The childish boy said.

Wei Dafu suddenly glared at the young man, causing the latter to shrink his neck and stick out his tongue.

Bufang nodded, understood, this Wei Dafu meant that he planned to use these ordinary ingredients to test him, to be precise, to be precise, to embarrass him.

Because the deliciousness that can be made with ordinary ingredients is the real skill.

Bu Fang stood up, moved under his feet, and kicked a few wooden sticks scattered on the ground, the wooden sticks suddenly floated up one by one, and Bu Fang shook them indifferently at will, making these wooden sticks pierce into the ground, steadily.

The iron pot was set up, and soon a simple small stove was formed.

Although this hand is a little jerky, it makes the eyes of the people around him light up, and this little white face still has some skills.

The childish boy was even more excited.

After setting up the pot, the next step is to start processing the ingredients in those sacks, take out all the ingredients, and sort them away.

Pick up the prepared wooden handle black kitchen knife, this kitchen knife is much worse than the keel kitchen knife when you hold it.

Habitually played a cool knife flower, Bu Fang picked up a potato, threw it casually, and then the kitchen knife rotated and cut through, fancy to the extreme, in the surprise of the people around, it was to peel off all the potato skins.

The falling potatoes were slapped with a kitchen knife by Bufang and fell into the pot.

He laid a clean wooden rack under the pot, with clean water under the wooden rack and the potatoes rolling on top of the wooden rack.

Light the fire and heat the pan. Cover a wooden pot lid, and one of Bufang's palms is covered with the wooden lid.

"What is this kid doing? Steamed potatoes? Huh...... Insect carving skills. Bu Fang's movements were very fancy, Wei Dafu just squinted his eyes and shook his head, with some disdain in his heart.

However, the posture of Bu Fang steaming potatoes is a little strange, why does he have one hand on the lid of the pot?

Bu Fang's free hand was holding a kitchen knife, ready to start processing the mushrooms that had been washed.

Handling ingredients single-handedly?

The people around them all exclaimed in surprise, Bu Fang's hand must have some skills.

The step is very indifferent, holding a kitchen knife, the wrist is very flexible, and when he picks it at will, there is a mushroom that flies up, and then it is still floating in the air and is quickly cut into several pieces by him.

Everyone was just dazzled, and found that the mushroom had been cut into pieces and placed in the clay pot in an orderly manner.

Wei Dafu bared his teeth slightly, this little white-faced knife worker is indeed ...... Pretty good!but...... What if there is no knife work? The delicious food is the king!

Gollum!

The fragrance of the potatoes after being steamed came out, but Bu Fang did not open the pot, after he cut the bundle of ordinary vegetables, the lid in his hand shook violently, and he opened the pot.

Hazy water vapor rises from the pot and rolls away, accompanied by the fragrance of potatoes.

The potatoes in the pot were all steamed golden, the color was very beautiful, and the people around them, especially the childish boy, exclaimed, this was the most beautiful steamed potato they had ever seen, and it felt like a gold that exuded golden brilliance.

Wei Dafu smacked his lips and muttered, "No matter how beautiful the potatoes are, they are still potatoes...... Nothing new!"

As if he heard Wei Dafu's heart, Bufang raised his head and glanced at Wei Dafu, the corners of his mouth twitched, and then his palm was covered with true qi, and he actually took out those potatoes one by one.

put it in the clay pot, and then Bufang made a move that surprised everyone around him.

He threw his punch into the clay pot filled with golden potatoes.