Reborn in Japan as a Chef God
Chapter 130: The Pyramid’s Failure (Please Subscribe First)

Chapter 130: Chapter 130: The Pyramid’s Failure (Please Subscribe First)

"Ah, my dish is ready!"

The sound of the oven timer also snapped the people in the Pole Star Dormitory Kitchen out of the culinary scenery of early spring’s melting snow.

Everyone was still a bit dazed, but with a turn of the phone’s camera, Xia Yu opened the oven and took out the baking tray, the rich spice aroma diffused through the kitchen as if it were tangible.

Even through the screen, everyone seemed to smell that strong fragrance.

Having just enjoyed Xingping Chuangzhen’s tea rice, Ichise Hui, Shen Liangzi, and Yoshino Yuuki and the others felt their appetites awakened once again as their mouths began to secrete more saliva.

As the smoke cleared, the exotic roasted chicken on the countertop unveiled itself to everyone’s view.

Xia Yu arranged the prepared side dishes, one by one onto the plate, lettuce, lemon slices, cherry tomatoes...

In the end, the colorful side dishes looked like a bed of flowers surrounding a golden, glistening roasted chicken, threads of intense aroma as though passing through the screen, wafting around the Pole Star Dormitory Kitchen.

"Am I seeing things...?"

Yoshino Yuuki rubbed her eyes. "Did I just see a flash?"

"It must be a problem with the phone’s video, maybe it was the kitchen lights over there that flickered," Ichise Hui was somewhat uncertain.

"No!"

Xingping Chuangzhen stared intently at the freshly baked roasted chicken on the screen, his stomach churning, "It’s that kind of glowing dish again! Damn it! I really want to try it!"

Xia Yu ignored the people in the Pole Star Dormitory and arranged the side dishes before asking the system to evaluate and score.

"Upon evaluation, your dish has a high completion rate, scoring 85 (this score is only for a particular corresponding recipe, with the full score of high completion being 100)."

The system announced in its mechanical voice.

"The task ’First Use of Inequality’ has been completed."

"Your culinary skill level has increased to lv20."

Although she had successfully completed the cooking task, Xia Yu felt little joy.

"Pseudo-glowing dish!" Xia Yu sighed inwardly.

The ’Spice Nine-layered Egyptian Roasted Chicken’ she just replicated indeed emitted light, but the glow was fleeting, miss it if you don’t pay attention.

Why "pseudo"? Because Xia Yu, as a chef, knew that the ’Spice Inequality’ she imbued in the dish was imperfect, with serious flaws.

She had not truly replicated Dojima Yin’s dish.

It seemed to be missing one spice.

"Failed work!"

Xia Yu, expressionless, looked at the dish that was visually and aromatically perfect but felt no appetite, intent on disposing of the failed creation.

"What’s she going to do?!"

While the members of the Pole Star Dormitory were salivating, they saw Xia Yu carrying the large platter straight towards the kitchen trash can, prompting a chorus of anxious voices from the phone’s speakers to erupt.

"Stop!"

Xingping Chuangzhen shouted anxiously, "Why throw it away? Are you not satisfied with your own work?"

"I’m so hungry, I really want to eat it, you can’t throw it away..." Yoshino Yuuki swallowed, while Tanaka Hikari and Shen Liangzi didn’t look much better.

Ichise Hui and Iwakura Jun were equally baffled.

Such a charming and delightful dish, which even through a screen could arouse the viewer’s cravings.

Although they hadn’t tasted it, just looking at the presentation, they could judge through their own culinary experience that it was a dish of a very high completion rate. Was he still not satisfied?!

With his back to the camera, Xia Yu shook her head, "Because this is a failed work."

"What failed work!" Xingping Chuangzhen was unsatisfied, "You have to try it to know!"

"You’re right!"

Xia Yu suddenly changed his mind and brought the Egyptian roast chicken to the front of the store.

He had just placed the plate on a table when a deep voice came from the half-closed door, "Eh, what’s that smell, roasted chicken? Hmm, seasoned with a variety of spices, is this an Egyptian culinary style?"

The voice was somewhat familiar, a regular customer, one might say.

Xia Yu went back to the kitchen to get his phone and saw a bulky man dressed in plain, ash-gray monk’s robes standing in front of the table, staring at the freshly baked Egyptian roast chicken with an anxious look, scratching his head in eagerness.

"Yo—" Xia Yu greeted him.

"Haha!"

The monk who had come last time with Shinohara Shigetaro and Liangzi Lina laughed heartily, "Chef Xia, we meet again, I am Aoki Motota, I didn’t properly introduce myself last time."

"Are Minister Shinohara and Main General Liangzi not with you tonight?" Xia Yu casually asked.

"Today I am out on a mission alone..."

Xia Yu noticed that when he mentioned the mission, Aoki Motota’s thick eyebrows wrinkled, clearly indicating that the progress of the mission was not going smoothly.

Still in the same guise,

A pair of sharp chef’s knives were tied to the handles with hemp rope and hung around the neck. As the monk laughed heartily, the knives danced about beneath his shoulders, their cold light intimidating.

"Will you dine?"

The small store was operating during its midnight hours, so Xia Yu proactively asked.

"Of course! I still have to work until about four in the morning, and I’m starving!" Aoki Motota quickly nodded and then pointed at the roasted chicken on the table, swallowing his saliva, "Is this your supper?"

"No, it’s a failed dish."

"May I try it?"

"Hold on!"

Xia Yu, with his phone in one hand and a sharp chef’s knife in the other, began cutting up the whole roasted chicken.

Monk Aoki Motota was completely oblivious to himself being filmed; as Xia Yu just finished carving the roasted chicken, he could hardly wait and, disregarding the heat, grabbed a fragrant roasted chicken leg and took a big bite.

Mmm!

The rich juice squirted into his mouth—hot and aromatic.

And it wasn’t just the flavor of the meat that affected him. Aoki Motota’s eyes suddenly went blank as he imagined the vast deserts of Egypt, with immense spice pyramids in the distance. He silently counted them in his mind; there were nine in total, "Hmm? What’s this, the ninth pyramid is flickering, very unstable!"

As he chewed, that sense of incompleteness, that regret, made Aoki Motota anxious.

"There’s one flavor missing!"

"The taste isn’t enough, if there was one more flavor, I’d be able to reach the pinnacle and savor the ultimate taste!"

Aoki Motota devoured the chicken leg, transforming his inner frustration and suffocation into a voracious appetite, like a hungry tiger consuming its prey.

The Pole Star Dormitory Kitchen.

Except for Ichise Hui, everyone who saw Xia Yu welcoming an unfamiliar monk and giving him the entire plate of Egyptian roasted chicken felt uneasy. It was as if a ready meal had been snatched from their mouths, and all they could do was watch helplessly as the robber enjoyed it.

"Instructor Aoki!"

Only Ichise Hui’s inner feelings and facial expression collapsed completely.

As the seventh seat among the Ten Masters of Far Moon, on the first day of school at the Ten Masters meeting, Ichise Hui learned that Far Moon was going to collaborate with the IGO organization to offer a special elective course.

Coming from Shi Lin Temple, the renowned top-class chef in the Neon Food World, the ’Ghost-faced Monk’ Aoki Motota, was the lead instructor for this elective course!

Even without mentioning Aoki Motota’s instructor identity, as a top-tier chef, Ichise Hui had long admired him and had been dreaming day and night of going to the mysterious Shi Lin Temple to undertake a culinary pilgrimage.

After a while, Aoki Motota, who had finished the entire Egyptian roast chicken, came back to his senses under the phone camera.

"Ah—"

He let out a heavy sigh and looked at Xia Yu, hesitating to speak.