'Wok, knife, stove… Young man, you're making a big deal out of this!' Black Turtle was speechless, then he sank back into the spirit sea. 'Since Little Host still wants to mess things up, so be it…' He had thought of asking Bu Fang to run away after showboating, but Bu fang chose to stir things further, and he naturally agreed.
"A wok, a knife, a stove… Is he going to… cook?"
"I can't believe he chose to cook at such a serious moment!"
"Could cooking increase his fighting strength and give him the power to defeat a high-grade God? It can't, right? I've never heard of a chef that can gain heaven-defying fighting strength by cooking during a battle…"
Everyone looked at Bu Fang hovering in midair in a stupefied manner.
"Acting all mysterious! You're nothing but a chef, and I'll definitely twist your head off your shoulders!" Mo Feng said coldly. His face was dark as he got up from the ground and patted the dust off him.
