I, Bu Fang, Don't Need a Backup Plan

It was a simple and ordinary meal, but in that ordinary was something extraordinary. Even though the God of Cooking's dish was cooked with the finest ingredients and the most precious cooking utensils in the world, these dishes still suppressed it. 

Bu Fang held out his hand and gestured at the table. The next moment, white dots of light began to converge rapidly in the air and soon formed a human figure. His face was blurred, exactly like the one Bu Fang saw in the dark space.

The figure was none other than the God of Cooking. As soon as he appeared, he came to the table, sat down on a chair, and said nothing. He was here only to assess Bu Fang's dishes.