Chương 1321: The Liquid Drops of the God of Cooking's Divine Power

Bu Fang walked out of the kitchen. His pale face startled Nethery and Foxy. This was the first time they saw him in such bad shape. However, despite his unsightly face, he remained expressionless.

He placed the Three-cup Divine Chicken on the table. It was an unattractive dish, and it didn't have a strong aroma. The only thing that set it apart from the other dishes was its powerful spirit essence.

'Bu Fang cooked this? He was cooking it in the kitchen just now?' Nethery gave him a dubious look. 'Was he really cooking? Why did I sense a feeling of death in the kitchen? Could cooking be so dangerous?'

Bu Fang pulled over a chair and sat down. When he saw the puzzled look on Nethery's face, he said in a faint voice, "Try it. I cooked it just for you," 

'He cooked it just for me?' Nethery blinked at Bu Fang. Then, she picked up the chopsticks.