Wok tossing was an essential skill for a chef, and every chef was very familiar with it. As a basic cooking skill, it was the first thing they learned. However, in the days that followed, they paid less attention to it. Very few people spent their time relearning the technique.
Bu Fang was very surprised to see a wok tossing technique in this seal. But he would not ignore it. The inheritance had transmitted the technique into his head, and he just needed to use it accordingly.
Diamond-like sand and stone flew up from the wok, sparkling in the air. As the number of tosses increased, the pressure on his divine sense grew stronger and stronger. It was as if a millstone was grinding at his divine sense.
Luo Sanniang fixed her eyes on Bu Fang. She could sense the change in his aura, which made her shake with fright. She was worried that he would die suddenly like the divine chef before him. That would be a great loss to the Divine Chef Temple!
