Reborn in Japan as a Chef God
Chapter 133: Life Goes On (Fourth Update!)

Chapter 133: Chapter 133: Life Goes On (Fourth Update!)

Sen Tian Makoto was still detailing her cooking techniques.

The Mille-feuille, a type of pastry, had many methods of preparation, with the most common being the French Mille-feuille pastry and French apple pie.

Without a solid foundation in pastry making, Makki naturally could not create such an exquisite puff pastry.

As the outer layer enclosing the "Secret Garden," the texture was, of course, very important.

In short, from the pie crust to the final step of seasoning with hollandaise sauce, this ’Fried Cod Pie’ was full of details. Just hearing about the handling of the pie crust and mackerel fillets left the group at the Polar Star Dormitory astonished.

Complicated yet exquisite, it was dazzling and even suffocating in its artistry!

In the end,

besides Yoshino Yuuki, who finished her own portion, the other plates still held mostly untouched ’Fried Cod Pie.’

"Actually, my recipe has also been improved, with salmon being the best main ingredient. I’ve tried my best to integrate mackerel into the dish," Sen Tian Makoto frowned slightly, glancing at the nearly untouched plates, "Is it not delicious?"

"No, not at all!"

Tanaka Hikari looked as if she were about to cry, stammering, "It’s, it’s too good, Makki!"

"Then why did you only take one bite?"

For Makki’s clueless doubt, Ichise Hui, Tanaka Hikari, Shen Liangzi, and others exchanged glances.

"Uh, Makki!" Shen Liangzi, acting like an older sister, forced a stiff smile and explained, "Because, because after eating your cooking, we’re just so happy... so happy we don’t need to eat anymore!"

Happy? It should make you want to cry.

Xingping Chuangzhen pouted on the side.

Somehow, while eating, he suddenly thought of a female classmate who often visited the Xingping Restaurant, a cute girl with short, refreshing hair and pretty big eyes.

Karasawa Mai.

Muttering the name silently, Xingping Chuangzhen seemed a little lost.

A scream snapped him back to reality.

Turning his head to look, Xingping Chuangzhen was also startled.

Without any warning, the darkened Sen Tian Makoto, holding a plate, was chasing the like-a-frightened-little-rabbit Tanaka Hikari around until she cornered her against a wall, using a fork to pick up a piece of the ’Fried Cod Pie’ and smilingly stuffing it into Tanaka Hikari’s mouth.

"Oomph!"

Tanaka Hikari’s big eyes immediately filled with tears, "Delicious, so delicious! But I really don’t want to eat anymore!"

These were tears of deliciousness and also tears of emotional overwhelm.

Seeing this, everyone, including Xingping Chuangzhen, scattered in all directions, the scene resembling a startled flock of birds.

Everyone fled, and in an instant, the Polar Star Dormitory Kitchen was left with the broken-down Tanaka Hikari and the darkened Sen Tian Makoto feeding her.

It’s also worth mentioning that despite saying they didn’t want any, Ichise Hui, Shen Liangzi, and others took their plates with them while escaping.

There was no pre-scheduled judging session.

The Polar Star Dormitory late-night drama ended abruptly here.

...

Xia Yu chuckled and turned off the phone video, shrugging at the dumbfounded Aoki Motota.

Aoki Motota regained his composure, rubbing his chin, "When will my ’Ghost-faced Monk’ dishes have such an effect, letting diners enjoy them and simultaneously fear them... joyfully and painfully!"

"Absolutely not!" Xia Yu’s mouth twitched, "Let’s stick with just joy, whoever wants to eat painful food can go ahead!"

"Makes sense!"

Aoki Motota nodded, "Pure taste, huh?"

He then patted his belly, laughing, "A plate of roast chicken is just an appetizer, next please make a few of those glowing dishes. I’ll pay!"

"No problem!"

With such a VIP guest at hand, there was no reason not to work. Xia Yu returned to the kitchen, ready to go, and got to work!

...

Polar Star Dormitory, Room 205.

Two empty plates sat on the table.

Ichise Hui and Xingping Chuangzhen knelt facing each other on the floor for a long while, digesting the psychological impact of the ’Fried Cod Pie.’

Smacking lips, chasing the aftertaste, Xingping Chuangzhen’s whole being felt sweet.

"Sen Tian is amazing!" Xingping Chuangzhen murmured.

"Yeah, a monster!"

Ichise Hui felt the same, gripping his fork tightly, "Such meticulous culinary skills paired with a strong chef’s intention... she’ll surely shine in the Autumn Selection!"

"Did I lose again?"

Xingping Chuangzhen lowered his head.

"Chuangzhen-kun, you lost in a showdown of intentions." Ichise Hui opened his mouth, not knowing how to comfort him, and could only say this, "In pure culinary terms, your free, unconstrained style and Makki’s meticulous style really don’t have a clear advantage or disadvantage."

"The key is the chef’s intention!"

"This is also what I’m pursuing!" Ichise Hui looked complicated, "The First Seat fellow follows a path of self-sacrifice and serving food, while Makki follows a path of conveying love through food."

"The First Seat understood the ’serving’ culinary intention, and the future Makki will also understand the ’love’ culinary intention." Ichise Hui sighed, "Such things, the chef’s intention, are really unfair!"

"Yeah!"

Xingping Chuangzhen shared the sentiment.

"Only an ’ultimate’ flavor can perhaps overshadow a dish with intention..."

"Ultimate flavor? Don’t overthink it. Focus on what’s right in front of you."

"Mm."

...

The next morning.

On the second day of school, Xia Yu woke up early, prepared a sumptuous bento for himself, and leisurely biked to school.

There wasn’t much to say about the leisurely daily life. However, it was worth mentioning that from today, while enjoying lunch in a corner of the campus, Sakamoto and Nishimura Eiki’s presence would also be noted.

Besides communicating with the Chef God Space to hone his culinary skills, Xia Yu was also intensively enhancing his understanding of the [Spice Inequality].

One day during class,

he chatted with Sen Tian Makoto on LINE.

"Tiqie Eriina is really ruthless!" Sen Tian Makoto said, "Today she had a Food Duel with Sumo Hotpot Research Association’s Goda Haya, and Miss Eriina’s ’Italian Jelly Shrimp Dumplings’ won effortlessly... then she trampled the entire Sumo Hotpot Research Association!"

Sen Tian Makoto sent pictures.

A few personal photos of Tiqie Eriina caught Xia Yu’s eyes for quite a while.

Needless to say, wearing a white chef’s uniform, the Divine Tongue exuded a pure and clean aura, with her original loose golden hair tied into a ponytail, making her look fresh and neat.

"Flowers of Food War have started blooming, Makki, keep up the hard work!"

Xia Yu replied, and Makki responded with a smiley face emoji, "Yu, let’s work hard together!"

After locking the phone and putting it in his pocket, Xia Yu felt someone poking his waist with a pen. Turning to look, he saw Nishimura Eiki frantically gesturing with his eyes, looking anxious.

The classroom atmosphere was a bit chilly.

Uh.

Realizing what was going on, Xia Yu looked up, and, sure enough, the bald middle-aged male English teacher on the podium was staring at him without blinking, "Xia Yu?"

Locating Xia Yu’s name on the seating chart, the English teacher sternly said, "Please translate the short essay I just discussed."

"All of it?"

"Yes."

Xia Yu picked up the textbook and began translating fluently.

After a moment, he sat back down, and class continued.

Nishimura Eiki whispered beside him, "So you were listening to the lecture!"

"Lecture?" Xia Yu shook his head, his attention on the draft book he had placed beside him, with pages filled with various symbols or letters representing different spices.

Meanwhile, in the Chef God Space,

Xia Yu had the system place bottle after bottle of spices, neatly arranged in rows on the kitchen counter.

Blindfolded, Xia Yu stood in front of the countertop, randomly picked up a spice bottle, and sniffed, "Hmm? A strong lemon fragrance, but it’s not dried lemon zest, there’s a faint earthy and grassy smell..."

"It’s lemongrass!"

"Correct," the system said mechanically, "Please describe the uses of lemongrass."

Xia Yu then composed himself and began a lengthy discussion.