This Fortune Flatbread of Primeval Chaos was not a dish in the God of Cooking’s Menu, so Bu Fang used the best ingredients he could get his hands on right now.
After adding the Spring of Life and yeast to the flour, he began to knead it. Before long, he had turned the flour into a huge dough. Bu Fang’s movements were rhythmic, and his use of every ounce of strength was just right. Kneading dough was also a skill that required proper technique.
As he kept kneading, the dough in the bowl began to rotate and became more and more glittering and translucent. It looked as if there was light shining from it. After kneading it for some time, Bu Fang patted the dough. A force burst out of it and bounced his palm back.
He took out a cup of oil, poured it into the bowl, and then continued to knead the dough. This time, his kneading movements were different.
The addition of oil turned the dough greasy, and as he kneaded it, the oil mixed with the dough and turned its color, which was as fair as a baby’s skin, to yellow.
The purpose of the oil was to enhance the taste of the flatbread, so Bu Fang’s choice of oil was the vegetable oil he had meticulously concocted, not animal oil.
After thoroughly mixing the oil into the dough, he set the bowl aside and waited for it to rise.
That was a long wait, so Bu Fang didn’t stand in the kitchen. He wiped his hands, took a square of cloth and put it over the dough, then walked out of the kitchen with a teapot and came to the dining room. He pulled up a chair, sank back on it at the door, and looked at the clouds drifting slowly outside.
After drinking tea for a while, Bu Fang returned to the kitchen. He lit a fire in the stove, set the Black Turtle Constellation Wok on it, and poured golden oil into the wok. When the oil boiled, he added butter into it and began to stir-fry. After the butter turned into shortening, he poured it into a bowl and set it aside.
The dough expanded a little after fermentation, and the energy in it was swirling. He took out the dough, rolled it into a cake, smeared the shortening on it, and sprinkled it with crystal sugar.
After that, he rolled up the huge cake, cut it into four pieces, and flattened each piece from the cut side. Then, he took out a spirit fruit, cut it in half, placed it on the dough, and sprinkled some sesame seeds.
The preparation of the flatbread was completed.
Then came the most important part of making the flatbread: baking. It was not easy to bake the Fortunate Flatbread. It was called the Fortunate Flatbread of Primeval Chaos, which was a long name, but the key was the Primeval Chaos. As for what it meant, it was something worth studying, and it also had a lot to do with the baking method.
A huge shadow suddenly appeared and fell to the ground with a bang. It was a huge oven. Made of clay, the oven’s surface was uneven and blackened, which gave it a rustic look. It was two meters tall, a meter in diameter, and wrapped by a layer of yellow clay. Bu Fang called it a charcoal oven.
After taking out the oven, he went into the Heaven and Earth Farmland. He wandered around the Myriad Treasures Immortal Tree for a while before breaking off several of its slender branches, causing the tree to keep swaying its branches as if it was fighting him. When he was done, he quickly left the farmland and returned to the kitchen.
He put the branches in the middle of the charcoal oven, then opened his mouth to spew a white flame. The flame fell into the oven and ignited the branches of the Immortal Tree, which began to burn brightly.
After all this, Bu Fang retreated to one side.
The Fortunate Flatbread needed to be made from top-grade ingredients. Even the firewood were the branches of the Immortal Tree, which was absolutely superior-grade.
The fire burned in the oven, and the flames seemed to boil. As the branches of the Immortal Tree burned, dense smoke began to fill the air. At the same time, scorching heat clung to the oven walls, and the high temperature distorted the air inside. Bu Fang had his reason for using a charcoal oven, because only by baking the flatbread with this thing could it be regarded as an authentic flatbread.
After a long time, the branches of the Immortal Tree finally burned up. After all, Bu Fang didn’t take too many branches.
With the dough in his hand, he stepped on the air and rose up to the mouth of the charcoal oven. He looked into the oven. Inside, the ashes from the branches were still giving off a high temperature, which was what he needed.
His eyes became focused, and he reached his hand into the oven to grab the flatbread. Once inside the oven, the heat seemed to melt his arm. Even with his current Nine-revolution Little Saint cultivation, he was struggling to cope with the heat. After all, it was the heat generated by the burning of the Immortal Tree branches.
With a splat, Bu Fang slapped the dough in his hand on the wall of the oven. The dough sizzled in an instant and began to cook under the hot temperature. He repeated the same action and slapped the rest of the dough to the wall. In a short time, the oven wall was covered with eighteen doughs.
It was not bad to bake eighteen doughs at one time.
Bu Fang drew his hand back. His arm was already red with the searing heat in the oven. To be honest, cooking this Fortune Flatbread really required skills.
He sat cross-legged on the ground. A stream of mental force poured out of him toward the oven, spreading into it like threads and covering the whole oven. He then began to carefully observe the changes of the doughs.
Time passed. About three hours later, the flatbreads were done.
Bu Fang opened his eyes and withdrew his mental force. The next moment, a brilliant shaft of light thrust out of the oven and shot into the sky. A rumbling sound could be heard as thunderclouds began to gather over Yellow Spring City.
Whitey’s eyes flashed, and it walked out of the kitchen without hesitation. It had always been its job to resist lightning punishments, and it enjoyed doing it.
Bu Fang slowly rose to his feet, his eyes bright.
Outside the restaurant, there was a great roar of thunder as lightning punishments kept striking down from the sky. This had attracted the attention of many experts around. When lightning punishments appeared, they knew that the owner of Yellow Spring Little Restaurant was cooking delicious food again.
In Yellow Spring Valley, Yellow Spring Great Sage was sitting with his legs crossed in a reclining chair, holding a wine jar in one hand and humming a little tune. He seemed to be in a very good mood. Suddenly, he narrowed his eyes and looked in the direction of Yellow Spring Little Restaurant, his eyes shining brilliantly.
“Such a turmoil… Is Bu Fang cooking something delicious again?”
His eyes lit up instantly. Only Bu Fang’s new dishes could have given him such high expectations. He got up from the chair, straightened his clothes, took the wine jar, and flew into the air toward Bu Fang’s restaurant.
People stood sparsely in front of the restaurant. As Nether Prison was about to attack Earth Prison, many experts had left Yellow Spring City to join the army. They were all the people of Earth Prison, and they naturally have to fight for its dignity.
Therefore, there were not many people in the city now. Even so, the loud noise produced when the dish was transcending the lightning punishment still attracted many curious onlookers.
Soon, Whitey passed the punishment. There were lightning arcs dancing all over its body while a terrible aura spread from it. As Bu Fang broke through to the level of Nine-revolution Little Saint, Whitey’s power became more and more oppressive. Even Bu Fang wasn’t sure how strong it was now.
In the restaurant, Nethery and Foxy had already craned their necks in anticipation. Their movements were incredibly synchronized. A delicious smell pervaded the air. That was the smell of bread, and it made their eyes light up.
In the kitchen, Bu Fang stood in front of the huge oven. His hand reached into the oven, took out the baked Fortune Flatbreads piece by piece, and placed them on a plate.
The Fortunate Flatbreads freshly taken out from the oven looked very attractive. Their surfaces were golden brown, and the spirit fruit on them overflowed with juice, making them look even more tempting. The bottom was not so smooth, though, but that did not affect the taste.
Every piece of flatbread was steaming hot. Bu Fang put three of them in a blue-and-white porcelain plate and carried it out of the kitchen.
Ting-a-ling!
The curtain was lifted, and expectant eyes immediately rested on Bu Fang’s face. With a calm look, he carried the plate to the table and placed it down.
Nethery and Foxy turned their eyes to the Fortune Flatbread on the plate instantly.
At this moment, a burst of loud laughter came through the door. Holding the wine jar in one hand, Yellow Spring Great Sage flew from a distance and landed in the restaurant.
“Bu Fang, my little friend, I can smell a rich aroma from a far distance. Have you been making something delicious again?” Yellow Spring Great Sage twitched his nose with an intoxicating look.
Bu Fang glanced at him and curled his lips. ‘Does this guy have a dog’s nose? How did he smell it from so far away?’
However, he didn’t say anything. He just raised his hand and pointed to the Fortune Flatbreads on the table.
Although the appearance of the Fortune Flatbreads was attractive, they didn’t look very tempting. They actually looked rather dry when compared with those delicious dishes with a tasty sauce. After all, they were only bread.
“They’re called Fortune Flatbread of Primeval Chaos…” Bu Fang said.
After that, he grabbed a piece of flatbread. He was actually very curious about its effect. With Nethery and Foxy looking at him curiously, he threw the flatbread to Nethery and then offered Yellow Spring Great Sage one. As for the last piece, he took for himself.
“How could a dry flatbread taste good? Why didn’t you cook barbecue? The taste of meat is much better than a dry flatbread.” Looking at the hot flatbread in his hand, Yellow Spring Great Sage curled his lips as if he were not happy.
“Hmm? So you don’t want to eat it? Then give it back to me,” said Bu Fang, glancing at him.
Yellow Spring Great Sage smiled awkwardly. “Well, I’ll eat it… The flatbread made by my little friend Bu Fang, who had made the supreme-grade Yellow Spring Helplessness Wine, must be great as well. I’ll be the first one to try your new dish.”
After saying that, he picked up the flatbread, opened his mouth, and gave it a bite.
A crisp cracking sound rang out. Surprisingly, he didn’t bite off the flatbread. It was actually moist and tender under the crispy skin. Most importantly, as soon as he sensed what was in the flatbread, Yellow Spring Great Sage’s eyes went wide!
