Sizzle. Sizzle. Sizzle.
The entire place was dead silent.
Everybody watched the stage in the array, where the two were focusing on their cooking.
The meat aromas arose, filling the entire place.
Splash. Splash. Splash.
At Liu Mobai's station, the Taotie ribs had fallen into the wok. As the oil revolved, they were devoured.
The bubbles arose, letting out loud, sizzling sounds.
After all the ribs got into the wok, Liu Mobai's eyes narrowed. He raised his hands, and the blood marks on his face seemed to move.
His mental energy swept over, covering the wok. It seeped into the wok to sense the changes of the ingredients.
At the same time, sky-reaching Nether energy shot out of his body, coiling around the wok.
He had now reached the critical part where he needed to control the heat of the oil. Once he made a mistake, it would likely result in different tastes, like the difference between day and night.
