The Tyrant of The Kitchen… Bu Fang
The Tyrant of The Kitchen… Bu Fang
The palace was majestic and sat at the center of the city. From Dragon Lake, the main street stretched to the palace, which was made with smooth green bricks.
Walking on the white jade steps in front of the palace, one would feel a comfortable feeling.
There were handrails on each side, which was also carved out of white jade. The handicraft of the sculptor was superior, as shown by the lifelike sculptures. Looking at them felt like they were about to come back to life, flying off after spreading their wings.
Nether King Er Ha held a Spicy Strip in his mouth. As he advanced, the shirt in front of his chest was loosely opened, revealing his pale chest. A trace of a playful smile could be seen on his mouth.
By Nether King Er Ha's side, two imperial guards followed him, a little cautious.
Of course, Nether King Er Ha did not care about it. He walked along the main street, then stepped onto the staircase.
Just a while later, he entered the main hall of the imperial palace.
With a loud banging sound, the doors of the hall shut suddenly.
Nether King Er Ha narrowed his eyes as he looked into the distance.
On the high platform, an elegant figure sat languidly on the throne. That figure shot out a drowsy look, landing onto Nether King Er Ha's body.
Nether King Er Ha held the Spicy Strip in his mouth, then gently bit a mouthful. After chewing for a bit, he continued to leave the Spicy Strip hanging out as he raised his eyes to meet the gaze of that drowsy figure.
Looking at Nether King Er Ha, Empress Bi Luo instantly pressed her red lips together as she asked playfully, "Not even properly doing your job as the Lord of the Netherworld... Why did you come dressed as a woman to Goddess City?"
Then, she stood up, her long scarlet robe billowing as it stirred up a gust of aromatic wind.
"I just dropped by to find a friend as it was on the way," Nether King Er Ha replied.
"A friend? There are no friends of the Lord of the Netherworld in Goddess City… Oh, are you talking about that little chef?" Empress Bi Luo narrowed her eyes.
Nether King Er Ha laughed. "That's right, Elder Sister. You are brilliant as usual."
"Stop joking around. Are you sure you're not like your loose father? You're not here for the Spring of Life in God Vanishing Mountain, are you?" Empress Bi Luo's elegant hand touched her own chin as she looked at Nether King Er Ha.
Nether King Er Ha walked around, finding a spot to lean against.
"Of course not. That time, my father wanted to borrow the Spring of Life to try to wash away the curse on Nethery's body. Of course, while he was at it…. he did it with your mom." Nether King Er Ha shrugged his shoulders with a helpless look.
Empress Bi Luo let out a snort. A moment later, her figure flashed, teleporting in front of Nether King Er Ha.
Her scarlet robe fluttered as a terrifying pressure suddenly spread out.
Nether King Er Ha instantly froze, and the Spicy Strip in his mouth shook.
Empress Bi Luo stretched out a finger, tapping Nether King Er Ha's forehead. Her nails were painted red, which looked very pretty.
That jab caused Nether King Er Ha to retreat a few steps. Eventually, he leaned against the wall.
"As the Lord of the Netherworld, how is your cultivation so weak? How are you to handle the burden of being a ruler?" Empress Bi Luo asked, walking barefooted on the ice-cold floor of the palace.
Nether King Er Ha did not mind it. Holding the Spicy Strip in his mouth, he gently laughed.
Empress Bi Luo of Goddess City was strong without question. After all, she carried the weight of a forbidden land, God Vanishing Mountain.
Of course, this was also why he was weaker.
"Happy to partake but not putting in any work. You need to think of danger even in peaceful times. The Nether Prison is like a sharp pike floating above us, and we don't know when it is going to open up a huge hole in Earth Prison. Could it be that you don't feel a thing?"
Empress Bi Luo crossed her arms, looking at Nether King Er Ha resentfully for not meeting her expectations. Her voice sounded a little helpless.
"Let's not talk about that for the time being. That friend of mine needs to enter God Vanishing Mountain and borrow the Spring of Life to water the Immortal Tree seedling. The Immortal Cooking Realm is in danger of being invaded by Nether Prison, but their Immortal Tree is in deep slumber. They need to recover the Immortal Tree seedling, or else, those Sacred Realm experts will break through the barrier of the Immortal Cooking Realm," Nether King Er Ha said, furrowing his brows as he shook his hands, changing the topic.
"Immortal Cooking Realm? That name is very familiar, but…. What does that have to do with this empress? The Spring of Life is a unique and precious medicine. Can it be lent just because you asked for it?"
Empress Bi Luo crossed her arms as she calmly continued, "I said this before, if that little chef's imperial feast is able to satisfy me, then this empress will naturally take him to God Vanishing Mountain. Whether he obtains the Spring of Life depends on his good luck. If he cannot satisfy me, then he will be chased out of Goddess City. Anyway, to want to obtain this empress' approval in the imperial feast is not as simple as that little chef's imagination."
Nether King Er Ha leaned against a pillar as he pouted. "That imperial feast you're talking about... Seventy percent of it is a celebration, while thirty percent is offering a sacrifice to the gods…. If he can obtain the approval from that woman of God Vanishing Mountain, will you still stand in the way?"
"Ha! You think you know everything?" Empress Bi Luo glared at Nether King Er Ha.
Within Goddess City, the method of giving birth to the next generation was reliant on the Spring of Life. Goddess City had no men, but when a woman reached an age, they would go to the Sacrificial Hall to obtain the Spring of Life that was blended with a secret method. After drinking that, the women of Goddess City would become pregnant for ten months, then give birth to a baby.
And the newborns were practically all women.
This repeated, like a cycle.
Goddess City has existed for a long time, and all its citizens were women.
Although it was said that the previous Nether King Tian Cang had done it with Empress Bi Luo's mother, Empress Bi Luo was still born from the Spring of Life.
She had completely no blood relations to Nether King Er Ha.
However, there was a sibling bond between the two, so they idly chatted for a long while.
Empress Bi Luo taught Nether King Er Ha some methods and ideas on how to be a proper monarch.
As for Nether King Er Ha, he listened seriously.
One woman taught, and one man listened.
Time quickly trickled by just like this.
…
Palace Kitchen, Goddess City
A day and a night had already passed.
Chef Jing Yuan still stood by the door. She turned her head from time to time to look, but seeing the door that did not move in the slightest, she involuntarily furrowed her brows.
She felt that it had been quite a long time already. It should not require so much time to record down those recipes.
Creak….
Suddenly, just as Jing Yuan was letting her thoughts run wild, that tightly shut door finally opened.
When the door opened, the bustling atmosphere of the kitchen rushed at him, causing Bu Fang to be a little dazzled.
Within the kitchen, many chefs were cooking and dealing with ingredients in full swing. After all, this was the kitchen of the imperial palace, and they were required to provide food and drinks to many people.
Bu Fang walked out of the room, his face calm.
Jing Yuan looked at Bu Fang with a little hope in her eyes. "Have you finished reading the recipes and recorded their cooking methods?"
Bu Fang nodded his head. "I have memorized it."
Eighteen dishes, to Bu Fang, were actually easily learned by a glance. The reason why he spent so much time inside was that he wanted to make some changes to those dishes.
In his eyes, those recipes were filled with flaws… including the three sacrificial dishes that could not be changed in the least.
"We're pressed for time. Let's start preparing the ingredients now?" Jing Yuan asked curiously.
After all, Bu Fang was the head chef now. She was just the assistant helping Bu Fang.
She was always the head chef of the previous imperial feasts and was used to giving orders, so changing it suddenly was a little difficult.
Bu Fang crossed his arms and did not answer Jing Yuan's question.
This made Jing Yuan's brows slightly furrow.
With his arms crossed, Bu Fang walked into the kitchen and observed around. He absorbed all the things with his eyes, then understood everything clearly.
Bu Fang gently exhaled and looked at Jing Yuan. "You go prepare the ingredients. As for everyone else in the kitchen… Scram, all of you."
His voice was not loud, but in that instant, it resounded across the entire kitchen, causing everyone who was busy to stop their movements.
Everyone looked over doubtfully.
The assistant chefs in the kitchen were all middle-aged women. Hearing Bu Fang actually wanting to chase them out, they instantly became unhappy.
Every one of them put down whatever they were doing, widening their eyes as they stared angrily at Bu Fang.
"Don't think that just because you are a man, we won't dare to do anything to you! We assistant chefs cook daily in the kitchen, and we prepare every round of imperial feasts. What right do you have to chase us away?!"
"Even Her Majesty cannot chase us away! You are just a man!"
"Without us, the imperial feast cannot be completed!"
These middle-aged women were very strong-willed. With their wide eyes, they glared at Bu Fang, every one of them shouting disgruntledly.
Jing Yuan's face was very unsightly.
Bu Fang, on the other hand, was very calm. He nonchalantly watched this group of women chatter nonstop.
After some time, Bu Fang opened his mouth. "Have you finished saying your piece? Since you are done, then leave… I am the head chef of this imperial feast. What I say ... is the law."
Bu Fang widened his eyes slightly, looking at this group of women expressionlessly.
The group of women instantly felt flustered, not knowing what to say.
The head chef was the chef leading the banquet, and that person held absolute control over the kitchen.
In the previous years, because of Jing Yuan's delicate personality, all these women had gotten used to the relaxed environment. But now, Bu Fang was the head chef this year, and his strong pressure made them a little speechless.
"Do you know the meaning of a head chef? If you don't, then go back and understand it before coming back to talk to me. Now, I'll count to three. Except for Jing Yuan, all of you, scram," Bu Fang said coldly.
"Three…"
The faces of the women suddenly changed. They gritted their teeth, feeling disgruntled in their hearts.
They did not wish to give up the right to be assistant chefs of this imperial feast. After all, when the imperial feast was held, the assistant chefs could reap many benefits!
The previous years with Jing Yuan, who had a gentle and delicate personality, had helped nurture their unscrupulous behavior.
But right now, the head chef has changed, and he actually wanted to chase them out of the kitchen for no good reason.
How could they take this lying down?
"Two..."
Bu Fang's gaze was cold, without a trace of emotion.
Jing Yuan stood at the side, clenching her fists. She actually did not know what to do.
Many people had already begun to walk out of the kitchen, but some people still felt indignant.
"One."
After Bu Fang spat out the last word, almost everyone had left except for three people, who were all glaring at him.
Looking at these stubborn women, Bu Fang raised the corner of his mouth.
His mind flickered, and a magic array appeared.
Whitey's figure instantly emerged behind him. After swallowing more lightning punishments, its strength seemed to have become even more solidified.
"Whitey… you know how to deal with these troublemakers, right?" Bu Fang calmly said.
With a swish, Whitey's figure rapidly dashed, its metal wings spreading out.
The crackling sound of lightning resounded ceaselessly. Within its mechanical eyes, lightning arcs danced.
"Troublemakers… will have their clothes stripped off as an example."
The remaining middle-aged women who refused to leave were instantly scared, hurriedly running out of the kitchen.
"Whitey, stand guard outside the kitchen. No one is to enter. If there are troublemakers, you know what to do…" Bu Fang said.
In the next instant, his eyes turned, landing on Jing Yuan's anxious and frightened figure.
"Go and find all the required ingredients. All of them needed to be prepared today."
Bu Fang's voice was calm, but it caused Jing Yuan to be so scared that her entire body tightened, hurriedly turning to leave.
Jing Yuan had never seen such an intimidating chef, and this made her a little scared in her heart.
Even if she was the head chef, she would chat and laugh with those assistant chefs.
But…
Bu Fang's actions had utterly turned her world upside down.
Watching Jing Yuan's departing figure, Bu Fang raised the corner of his mouth. "Not anyone can be my assistant chef. At least… not a group of people harboring sinister thoughts."
Jing Yuan's figure stiffened, feeling even more frightened.
Chef Bu…. is so scary!
He was literally the… tyrant of the kitchen in legends.