Bu Fang covered his mouth. It turned out that… that food was cooked in this way. The ingredient was actually the insects in the river of curses. The simple and brutal cooking method was nothing Bu Fang had seen before.
As a chef who was fond of beautiful things, Bu Fang was somewhat obsessed with cleanliness. He liked to be clean, just as the man did before. However, the contrast shown by the man at the end was just too dramatic.
The sounds the insects made when they wriggled and crawled up his hand, which would make one's scalp go numb and hair stand on end, had made Bu Fang feel a little depressed inside.
Growls came through the kitchen door. They came from the one thousand exiles chosen from District D.
Bu Fang had seen how fanatical and crazy the exiles were about this dark cuisine. From the very beginning, this cooking competition was unfair. He was on the side of being crushed.
