Reborn in Japan as a Chef God
Chapter 114: Lunch Bread (Part 2)

Chapter 114: Chapter 114: Lunch Bread (Part 2)

In just a few bites, Xia Yu devoured a fried noodles sandwich and licked the grease that clung to his lips, savoring the long-lasting aftertaste in his mouth.

Even a breakfast made on the fly had a level of deliciousness that surpassed expectations.

Especially when eating lunch at school, convenience was key. That was why the fried noodles sandwich had become popular at Neon’s local schools, no need to go to the cafeteria to borrow the microwave to heat up food, still eating with contentment and leisure, life should be like this. At least Xia Yu, as a foodie, felt his appetite was satisfied.

"That, that, Mr. Xia Yu, can we swap sandwiches?"

Nishimura Eiki asked, swallowing his saliva.

"Swap?" Xia Yu glanced at the store-bought fried noodles sandwich in his hand and then at his own, unable to suppress a chuckle inside.

At the school store, such a pack of fried noodles sandwich, limited to that day’s freshness, had two prices, one for 130 yen and one for 150 yen—very affordable. The 150 yen ones had bread that was baked better and had a little more noodles and sauce. The ones Nishimura Eiki had snatched from the store were two 150 yen sandwiches.

Including milk, a lunch would be around 400 yen.

"Can we?"

He had intended to refuse, but who knew Nishimura Eiki would almost make an apologetic gesture, his palms pressed together, a pleading look on his face, even the corners of his mouth slightly moist, his eyes filled with the color of hunger.

Xia Yu’s mouth twitched, "No need to swap, I’m full enough with just one, barely enough with two."

Saying that, he gestured to Nishimura Eiki to take a sandwich himself.

"Th-thank you!"

Nishimura Eiki was as grateful as if he had received a treasure, rolling up a piece of fried noodles sandwich with a slice of seaweed. He barely had it in hand when whoosh, another hand swiftly reached over and snatched away the sandwich.

"What kind of sandwich is this?" A boy with dyed yellow hair and earrings, radiating a bad-boy vibe, fixated on the sandwich in his hand, his adam’s apple bobbing.

"Hey— " Nishimura Eiki stood up in a panic, "Give it back to me!"

"First, tell me, is this a new sandwich from the school store?" The yellow-haired boy looked famished, sniffing the savory aroma of the sandwich, as his stomach rumbled in protest, "I just came from the store, why didn’t I see this sandwich ..."

"Sera, give him back the sandwich!" Xia Yu recognized this yellow-haired boy, Sera Yuuya, who shouldn’t be judged by his bad-boy appearance; he was actually quite a funny guy.

"Tch! I’m in the same class with you again this year!"

Hearing this, Sera Yuuya scoffed and extended his hand towards Nishimura Eiki, as if to return the sandwich, but then suddenly retracted it, his face full of dilemma, "I’ll buy it from you!"

He took out a 500-yen coin from his pocket and slapped it onto Nishimura Eiki’s desk.

"No! It’s not for sale!" Nishimura Eiki yelled.

Just as the two were about to argue over a lunchtime sandwich, both Sera Yuuya and Nishimura Eiki suddenly quieted down. The sandwich that had been in Sera Yuuya’s hand now appeared in the hands of a third person, tall and imposing.

"Sakamoto, what are you doing?!" Sera Yuuya complained dissatisfied.

Nishimura Eiki scratched his head, unsure of what to do.

He was a transfer student, and in this class, more than half of the students had come from White Seagull Middle School. This guy named Sakamoto wasn’t just the freshman representative at the opening ceremony but was also appointed by the homeroom teacher Saito Yui as the representative for various subjects during this morning’s class. In short, if you could avoid Boss Sakamoto you would, you certainly didn’t want to provoke him.

The one with black-framed glasses, wearing a black uniform, and possessing sharp eyes, was naturally Boss Sakamoto.

Now, the whole class’s attention was drawn over. Sakamoto calmly pushed up his black-framed glasses and looked at the fried noodles sandwich in his left hand, coolly asking after a moment, "Is this a new style of sandwich from the store?"

Attracted by that rich scent, Sakamoto moved closer to the fried noodles sandwich, speaking as if no one else was around:

"This kind of French bread, its color, shape, and even the high-quality flour used for baking, are not something an ordinary convenience store could achieve!"

"Huh?!"

"It’s not Japanese-style fried noodles. They’ve used bean sprouts, eggs, cabbage, and ham..."

The stir-fried noodles, turned a golden hue and glistening with a layer of glossy shine, reflected in his gaze.

After quietly watching for several seconds, Sakamoto suddenly took a bite of the sandwich, chewed it, and then his expression became vividly exciting. The remaining sandwich vanished at an unbelievable speed as he polished it off cleanly.

"Mr. Sakamoto?" Several girls were puzzled as Sakamoto returned to his seat without saying a word.

Sakamoto took off his school blazer and threw it on his chair. Now with only his white shirt on, his figure seemed even more upright and handsome.

"Heh—"

"Heh—"

With unclear exclamations coming from his mouth, a strange layer of sweat appeared on Sakamoto’s forehead. Right next to his desk, like a boxer, he began bouncing left and right, engaging in intense exercise.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

"What are you doing, Sakamoto!" Sera Yuuya, who had his bread stolen, was very annoyed.

"Putting out a fire!"

Sakamoto continued to execute his secret move ’the side-step hop.’ Xia Yu watched from the side, laughing inwardly.

"Putting out a fire?" The classroom crowd was confused.

"Yes, putting out a fire!"

"I’ve got a ball of fire hidden inside my body. I must exercise to disperse the heat of the fireball!" Sakamoto explained as he hopped, looking cool even as he did something so embarrassing in front of everyone.

"What the heck!"

Sera Yuuya was stunned.

"The fire, the fire in the bread!"

Upon hearing this, question marks practically hung over everyone’s heads.

It took nearly ten minutes for Sakamoto to stop. He exhaled a breath of hot air, a hint of satisfaction flickering in his eyes. He silently put his blazer back on and returned to his spot by the window at the back of the classroom.

"Mr. Xia Yu, why is there fire hidden in this bread?" Sakamoto asked in a low, cool tone.

"Because the noodles were stir-fried in a wok," Xia Yu, surrounded by a bunch of classmates, answered somewhat exasperatedly. "Moreover, during the stir-frying, a special spice was added. Did you find it spicy?"

Sakamoto nodded. "Yes!"

"The French bread that wraps around the fried noodles, that’s not a Japanese recipe, is it?"

"Of course not, it’s Chinese three-shredded fried noodles!"

Bang! Sakamoto suddenly leaned in close, his hands pressed on Xia Yu’s desk, his gaze intense, "Tell me, Mr. Xia Yu, where did this fried noodle bread come from? Which artisan bakery outside?"

Xia Yu shifted his chair away, keeping a distance of at least a meter from Sakamoto.

"Well..."

"I’ve got it!" Before Xia Yu could answer, Sakamoto abruptly turned, returned to his seat, sat upright, and took out a book for some reading during lunch break, transforming back into a quiet, literary handsome boy.

His rapid shift from motion to stillness was typical of Boss Sakamoto.

"Gurgle~"

Staring at the last remaining piece of bread in the lunchbox, both Nishimura Eiki and Sera Yuuya swallowed.

Other male and female students also looked on with interest, unable to shift their gaze.

This scene left Xia Yu rather helpless.

Fine cuisine is all about color, aroma, taste, shape, and meaning.

Color represents the appearance of the food, aroma its fragrance, and shape not only the form and presentation but also the plating and decoration. For example, the French bread used for the fried noodle bread – Xia Yu couldn’t make the food intentionally look bad to avoid attention, could he?

That would go against the most basic principles of being a chef.