Octopus tentacles had run out.
This was somewhat unexpected to Bu Fang, but it didn't surprise him too much. Anyway, he still had many other kinds of meat, such as demon frogs, dragon claws, and dragon tails. All of them tasted really good.
He placed a piece of demon frog meat on the Black Turtle Iron Plate. A puff of white smoke rose into the sky. With the flat spatula in his hand, he kept pressing the meat, causing the juice in the meat to ooze out. As soon as the milky juice touched the hot plate, it boiled and emitted rolling steam.
The fragrance of frog meat spread, brightening the eyes of the onlookers. Many of them were drooling and staring at the piece of meat on the iron plate, looking eager to try and taste it.
Bu Fang was very calm. Cooking took time, and waiting was a kind of training.
