Reborn in Japan as a Chef God
Chapter 106: The Confrontation Between Flames and Special Grade Cuisine (Part 2)

Chapter 106: Chapter 106: The Confrontation Between Flames and Special Grade Cuisine (Part 2)

The maid escorted Xia Yu away, and after a few minutes of silence in the tea house, Xingping Chuangzhen finally broke the atmosphere.

"Ahaha, I want to take a bath too!"

Xingping Chuangzhen rubbed his head, sniffing the slight sweat on his body and frowned. It must be said that chefs are very sensitive to foreign smells.

Tiqie Eriina glanced at him, "The mansion doesn’t have spare clothes for you to change into."

Xingping Chuangzhen could only offer a sheepish smile.

No one touched the roast suckling pig on the table, and soon, after a shower and changing his clothes, Xia Yu returned, his footsteps clacking pleasantly against the floor in a new pair of wooden clogs.

Not only that, his casual outfit had been replaced by a set of black male yukata. Xia Yu wasn’t used to the clogs and yukata, but there was no choice; the Tiqie Mansion had only one man, Xianzuowen, and he certainly couldn’t wear this old guy’s samurai attire. So, he had to wear the guest’s spare yukata, which was at least brand new and odor-free.

Sitting down in the tea house, Xia Yu pointed at the untouched roast suckling pig on the plate, "Aren’t you guys eating?"

"We’re waiting for Mr. Dojima’s cooking," Eriina said.

As her words fell, a hearty laugh approached, and Dojima Yin, dressed in a chef’s outfit and carrying a large platter single-handedly, strode in from the garden’s gravel path.

Bang!

Dojima Yin placed the platter on the table.

The size of this platter was no smaller than Xia Yu’s roast suckling pig platter and it even had a large lid. Everyone instinctively sat up straight, their eyes filled with anticipation. After all, it was the cuisine of a Special Grade chef, which was hard to come by.

"This is my cuisine, Egyptian roast chicken—!" Dojima Yin smiled as he lifted the lid, and whoosh, a rich fragrance of roast chicken blended with a strong scent of fruits and vegetables hit their noses, unveiling a gastronomical sight right before their eyes.

Pyramids!

A pyramid of spices, nine levels!

Xia Yu smelled the fragrant aroma, envisioning the massive pyramid structures in his mind. Oddly enough, these pyramids were built from various colored spice powders, similarly colorful garnishes, lettuce, lemon slices, and tomato slices seemed to float in the sky...

A strong sense of hunger emanated from his stomach.

Having already expended a lot of energy preparing the roast suckling pig, Xia Yu almost couldn’t control his raging appetite and was about to dive in with his chopsticks first.

"Egyptian roast chicken!"

Eriina exclaimed excitedly, "This is a traditional dish served to honored guests at major events in Egypt. The chicken is stuffed with Egyptian rice and filled with rich Egyptian spices like ginger, garlic, cinnamon, cardamom, which are dried and ground into powder for this dish..."

"The key step for this delicacy is to coat the chicken’s outer skin with a specially made spice marinade before putting it in the oven to bake!" Divine Tongue’s skills in cooking foreign cuisine came just as naturally.

Spice mixing!

Xia Yu’s gaze intensified.

"...So which dish shall we start with?" Xingping Chuangzhen scratched his head and asked.

Uh.

The tea house fell silent once more, everyone glanced at the fragrant roast suckling pig and then at the Egyptian roast chicken surrounded by vegetables and fruits like stars around the moon, finding it difficult to make a choice for the moment.

Everyone knew that tasting a dish first or last could significantly impact the evaluation.

"I have prepared pickled ginger slices," pointed Dojima Yin, indicating the condiment dish that people might easily overlook. "You can freely taste them. When eating the next dish, remember to eat a slice of pickled ginger to reset your taste buds."

Xia Yu was surprised; he hadn’t expected Dojima Yin to be so thoughtful.

Pickled ginger slices indeed serve to reset the taste buds. Hence, when ordering at a Japanese restaurant, there is usually a small dish of pink tender ginger slices provided, and chewing a few can remove the residual flavors of food in the mouth, freshening up the breath.

In short, just a small slice of pickled ginger can greatly minimize the impact of the order in which dishes are served on the taster’s palate.

Grabbing a sharp chef’s knife, Xia Yu cut the whole roast suckling pig into pieces, deliberately leaving four pork legs and placing one in front of Xingping Chuangzhen’s plate, "This is a reward for helping earlier..."

"Haha, thanks!"

Xingping Chuangzhen didn’t hold back, he clumsily tried to pick up the meat with chopsticks, but it was too much trouble, so he simply used his hands to grab the still-hot pig leg and took a bite. Puff! As his teeth broke through the crispy, golden skin, a rich, fragrant juice instantly flooded his mouth!

"It’s so delicious!" Xingping Chuangzhen swallowed the meat in his mouth and exclaimed with eyes wide open, "It’s the taste of flames again! Even stronger! I feel like I’m burning!"

And from the pig leg bite, thin wisps of aroma continuously emerged. Just a sniff of the scent awakened everyone’s appetite.

"This flavor..."

Tiqie Helinai’s stomach protested. She cast aside her reserve, quickly reaching out with chopsticks for a neatly sliced piece of roasted suckling pig. She had only intended to taste a small bite, but once the meat reached her lips, she couldn’t control herself. She opened her mouth wide and nearly bit off the whole piece of roast, her cheeks puffing out.

In an instant, the world spun around and her mind went blank.

No other culinary fantasies, the "Divine Tongue" was at a standstill. Tiqie Helinai furrowed her brow, chasing the flavors in her mouth, "Besides pork, there’s a strong... beef flavor!"

Seeing this, others also started to pick up their utensils.

"Delicious!"

"I can’t stop!"

Morioka Makoto and Niho Fuyuka both covered their mouths.

Tiqie Xianzuowen chewed the roast in his mouth and stared at the half slice of meat on his chopsticks, slowly speaking, "So that’s it, stuffing the suckling pig inside a cow’s stomach and roasting it was to let the beef fat permeate the pork!"

"That’s right!" Dojima Yin, with puffed cheeks, chewed and said, "With the flavor of beef added, the quality of this dish has climbed several levels... It could be called... quasi-Special Grade Cuisine!"

Liangzi Lina took a small bite and fixed her beautiful eyes on Xia Yu.

"That cow, it was just for ’protection’?"

"You could say that," Xia Yu responded calmly, clarifying for everyone, "Indeed, if you were to directly roast the suckling pig in a large fire, it would char, but if you stuff it into a cow’s stomach with the protective layer of the beef, it’s akin to slow roasting over low heat."

"And, the flavor of beef is the best among all meats. The beef juice penetrating the suckling pig makes the whole roast suckling pig’s flavor uniquely different..."

"No!"

Tiqie Xianzuowen suddenly said, eyes wide open, his pupils flashing with fiery flames.

"The fats melted from the cowhide, mixed with the charred charcoal, flavor the flames in this dish, blending with the beef flavor... It’s incredible!"

Unbeknownst to them, the Far Moon Commander was in a ’clothes-bursting’ state.

Xia Yu was more concerned about Dojima Yin’s evaluation.

Quasi-Special Grade Cuisine?

While contemplating, he watched as a plate of roast suckling pig was swiftly devoured by everyone. Xia Yu panicked, "Hey, I’m the chef and haven’t even started eating yet, slow down and leave some for me!"

Saying this, he joined in the fray with chopsticks.

Soon, the roast suckling pig was finished, and a pair of hungry eyes locked onto Dojima Yin’s Egyptian roasted chicken.

Dojima Yin, smiling, cut the roasted chicken into pieces, and thus, another gluttonous feast began.

After eating a piece of roasted chicken, Xingping Chuangzhen shook all over, tears even twinkling in the corners of his eyes, he mumbled unclearly, "This, this kind of deliciousness, can’t possibly be made by humans!"

Shocking!

Xia Yu ate the roasted chicken, his heart violently trembled.

Chicken meat, spices, and the flavor of Egyptian rice inside the chicken’s stomach swept through his mouth.

It was like he was surfing in the deserts of Egypt, looking carefully at his feet, the ground was not fine sand, but layers of dried and powdered spices. At the far end, the pyramids emitted a mysterious glow under the blazing sun.

Inexplicably, it seemed as if the limits of human taste had been pried open, just a small taste, and the lingering delectable flavor continued in his mouth.

Xia Yu was profoundly moved.

Was this the prowess of a Special Grade chef?