Reborn in Japan as a Chef God
Chapter 126: Inequality of Spices (Part 2)

Chapter 126: Chapter 126: Inequality of Spices (Part 2)

Standing still for a long while and digesting the content of the basic skills book, Xia Yu already had a plan and said leisurely, "System, filter out the Spice Kitchen Skills from ’Mini Master Chef of China!’"

Ding.

Data popped up.

"Spice Equation: Once the ultimate skill of the ’Green-eyed Tiger’, the ’Spice Queen’ Mira, one of the five-star champions from the Dark Cuisine World. Starting at blue quality, but by assigning Talent Points, its level can be raised, granting the host a chance to comprehend ’super vision’."

"Price: 3000 Fame Points."

Spice Equation!

Xia Yu’s mind immediately organized the information on the Spice Queen from the original Mini Master Chef of China.

Aside from the terrifying ’super vision’, Mira’s other trump card was the ’Spice Equation’!

She could match the perfect spices in any dish, in other words, through an almost intuitive calculation, Mira could master the dosage of each spice to be added, more accurately and meticulously than a computer.

He definitely needed to buy this culinary skill.

Xia Yu glanced at his remaining Fame Points and gritted his teeth, "Buy, buy, buy!"

With a crisp notification sound, the five thousand Fame Points he had just earned from a lucky draw package now dwindled to just a few hundred.

Correspondingly, the blue skill book appeared in the inventory.

"Use!" The thought called, and Xia Yu’s mind was instantly stuffed with another stream of strange, vast information.

"So the core secret is ’mental calculation’!"

In his memory, a pile of calculation formulas, some simple and some profound, appeared, which Xia Yu could somewhat understand.

The simple formulas only involved two or three spices, but the profound ones encompassed at least a dozen spices; they could fill an entire page, making one’s head swim just by looking at them.

It was like doing a math test: find the right formula for the spice you want to use, and then calculate the amount for each spice through the formula.

Of course, the spice dosage was just the most basic calculation problem. More advanced formulas, similar to reasoning or permutation and combination problems, seemed to take Xia Yu back to the days when higher mathematics dominated his fears.

"This kind of formula memorization is almost like a transference of skills!" Xia Yu was astonished.

You should know, in the original Mini Master Chef of China, Mira was locked in a dark chamber by the leader of the Dark Cuisine World, Kaiyou, where she underwent long-term spice training.

The ’Spice Equation’ culinary skill was actually a summary of Mira’s personal experience with spices.

Xia Yu spent 3000 Fame Points, which was akin to directly seizing the fruits of Mira’s training. If he could catch up on his spice basics in the following period, then becoming this generation’s Spice Emperor in place of Mira was just a matter of time.

He was elated!

Having understood the essence of the ’Spice Equation’, Xia Yu found an indescribable confidence within himself. The puzzles that had troubled him for days suddenly sparked many solutions. He immediately stepped into the kitchen, ready to apply the Spice Kitchen Skills to actual cooking.

The system fanned the flames:

"New Task Acquired—’The Initial Application of the Equation’."

"Hint: Apply the ’Spice Equation’ culinary skill you just learned to any dish and present a work graded above 80."

"Reward: Culinary level lv19→lv20."

A small task that only awarded culinary experience.

Even if he had not been spurred on by the system, Xia Yu had decided to practice.

Ding ding.

As he stepped into the kitchen, his phone in his pocket suddenly received a message.

He took out his phone and saw it was a video chat invitation from his friend on LINE, ’Sen Tian Makoto’.

Nonchalantly accepting, Xia Yu selected ingredients from the fridge while glancing at his phone screen.

"Yu..."

Sen Tian Makoto had just woken up and rubbed her eyes.

She was still in room 205 of the Polar Star Dormitory, surrounded by people all over the place, Tanaka Hikari, Shen Liangzi, Yoshino Yuuki, Marui Shanji and others, either lying on the bed or on the floor with empty plates and bottles everywhere.

It seemed the tea party had gone very well.

"Don’t you know what time it is? Go back to your room and get some proper rest!" Xia Yu chided.

"Huh—" Sen Tian Makoto straightened up after glancing at the time on her phone, "It’s already past midnight!"

She turned her head to look around and realized that Ichise Hui and Xingping Chuangzhen were not there.

"Where did Senior Ichise and Xingping go?"

"The kitchen."

Xia Yu said offhandedly as he took out an entire dissected fresh chicken from the freezer.

"What are they doing in the kitchen?" Makki wobbled to her feet.

"You’ll know if you go take a look."

"Right..."

So, the still somewhat groggy girl, holding her phone, went down to the kitchen on the first floor.

As expected, the kitchen was brightly lit. Xingping Chuangzhen, with his hands propping his chin, was sitting at the dining table. He turned around at the sound of footsteps, "Hey, Morioka, you’re awake too?"

Ichise Hui, who was busy at the kitchen counter, also glanced over.

"My, my, Xingping, it looks like the dish I make later won’t be for you alone."

"No, I won’t have a late-night snack."

Sen Tian Makoto sat down and waved her hand, declining the offer.

"Ah, Makki, were you video chatting with that guy again?" Xingping Chuangzhen leaned in close, even squeezing her out without any awareness of being a third wheel, "Hey, hey, hey!"

"Hey your own business, I’m listening, keep it down!"

Xia Yu had found the ingredients he needed to practice with and was pondering at the kitchen counter.

"Don’t disturb me next, or I’ll turn off the video." Xia Yu put his phone on the cabinet and before he turned to handle the ingredients, he made a point to look into the camera and warn everyone.

Sen Tian Makoto hummed a reply, and Xingping Chuangzhen wanted to keep babbling but got a glare from her.

"Weird, it’s midnight, and he’s still going to cook with chicken?"

Xingping Chuangzhen could only lower his voice.

Sen Tian Makoto didn’t say anything, just put her phone on the table, propped her cheeks in her hands, and stared unblinkingly at the figure on the screen.

Xia’s shop kitchen.

Grabbing a sharp kitchen knife, he methodically chopped onions.

Behind him, the frying pan on the stove started sizzling. Xia Yu poured a small amount of olive oil into the pan and when the oil was hot enough, he put the rinsed rice grains into the pan to sauté them.

"What kind of rice is that?" Xingping Chuangzhen was surprised, "It looks so round and full!"

"Thai rice, Indian rice?" Sen Tian Makoto also guessed.

Ichise Hui brought over his own dish he had just made, a small plate of ’Sichuan Pepper Grilled Fish’. He too was drawn to the phone screen, looked over, and was surprised: "It should be Egyptian rice..."

Huh?!

Suddenly, all three onlookers showed surprise on their faces.

Xia Yu didn’t put the seasoning directly into the pan, but mixed salt, cumin, black pepper, and other spices in a small seasoning dish, muttering to himself about the dosage of each ingredient.

After about ten minutes of sautéing the rice, he added water, turned on the heat to boil it, and then Xia Yu turned to prepare the next batch of side dishes.

This time, peeling and chopping shallots.

Ichise Hui, Sen Tian Makoto, and Xingping Chuangzhen watched as he faced a pot that was already on the stove, and when he lifted the lid, a cloud of white steam was expectedly revealed.

Bay leaves, cardamom, small cardamom, black pepper...

He kept adding spices to the boiling water, his movements fast and dazzling.

"Done!" Xia Yu clapped his hands and turned back to the counter.

Next, it was time to stuff the cooked Egyptian rice into the dissected belly of the chicken.

Seeing this step executed, Sen Tian Makoto and Xingping Chuangzhen blurted out in unison:

"It’s ’Spice Nine-layered Egyptian Roasted Chicken’!"