Reborn in Japan as a Chef God
Chapter 155: News of the Accommodation Study

Chapter 155: Chapter 155: News of the Accommodation Study

First-year students at Far Moon High School numbered 981, but counting last year’s holdovers, the total exceeded a thousand.

However, the second-year students, including those who were held back, barely reached two hundred in total.

The third-year students were even fewer, probably just a dozen or so, and each one was a familiar face. These third-year students mingled in the examination crowd, and through their cooking, they were easily recognizable. Their culinary skills were well-honed and sophisticated.

However, sometimes, being an old hand did not mean being "qualified."

The course in collaboration with IGO at Far Moon aimed to cultivate prospective Special Grade Chefs, with the most critical quality undoubtedly being the chef’s heart.

Regarding the chef’s heart, Aoki Motota had already explained it in detail in the first class. Xia Yu did not want to repeat it, so with a wave of his hand, he coldly delivered his evaluation to a confident third-year student: "You are not qualified!"

"Huh?"

The third-year student with the explosive hairstyle looked incredulous.

The Far Moon students lined up behind him started murmuring.

"Isn’t that Senior Kubo-ta? He actually didn’t pass..."

"Shh!"

The whispers made the third-year student named Kubo-ta furious, his face turning red with anger. He slammed his hands on the table and glared with wide eyes: "Why am I not qualified?"

"You’re a third-year student, right?" Xia Yu did not answer but asked instead.

"Yes."

"Then why do you think you can’t graduate?"

"This..." Kubo-ta was stunned.

"Pairing!" Xia Yu said solemnly, "Your food pairing has problems. It seems exquisite and flawless, but in reality, it’s just high-end ingredients combined together. So, tell me, what is the theme of your dish? Or, what kind of enjoyment do you want the tasters to experience? Your dish seems orderly but is in fact chaotic and disorganized, lacking focus!"

Kubo-ta was speechless.

The students in the back lowered their heads to look at their own dishes, seemingly enlightened. Some quietly left the line to dispose of their dishes and queued again to prepare new ones.

"Give me one more chance, please!" Kubo-ta lowered his head, clenching his fists tightly.

Xia Yu pointed to the line behind him, "You can, but you need to line up again."

"Thank you!" Kubo-ta hurriedly left.

Watching this "old hand" third-year student walk away, a slight smile crept onto Xia Yu’s lips.

This was the impact of establishing authority in the previous class. Otherwise, these third-year students would definitely have various objections to his evaluation results, and each review would exhaust him with explanations or food wars, which would be quite tiring.

After a whole morning of testing, Xia Yu noticed a strange phenomenon.

Second-year and third-year students were either very excellent, like the Ten Elites, or they were "old hands," their cooking styles finalized, leaving no room for improvement.

In contrast, Xia Yu preferred those fresh first-year students. Each one harbored dreams of becoming a chef, and more importantly, they listened attentively to the guidance of their seniors. In other words, their learning ability was maxed out, with unlimited potential for growth.

The selection testing was only halfway through in the morning, with a second session scheduled for the afternoon.

After it concluded, Xia Yu, Si Yingshi, and Aoki Motota briefly compiled the list of those who passed, totaling 116.

"I have something to attend to this afternoon, so I’ll leave the testing work to you," Aoki Motota said, throwing out a line before leaving with a flourish.

"Instructor Xia, would you like to come to my dorm for a visit?" Si Yingshi quietly invited Xia Yu.

"I need to go to the Polar Star Dormitory."

Xia Yu waved his hand in refusal, his mind preoccupied with ’Dragon Roll Fish Fin Sausage.’ Today, Iwazaki Jun’s smoked dish had given him some inspiration for improvement, and he had to go over to seize the idea!

...

From the teaching area of the assessment venue to the back of the academy, Xia Yu stood in front of a European-style mansion.

This was the Polar Star Dormitory.

The mansion was surrounded by a courtyard, with iron gates outside. The roof was made of red bricks, the walls were cream-colored, and green vines climbed up the outer walls. Visiting at night might spook one with its classical style, making it seem like some abandoned haunted house.

Having visited once before, Xia Yu opened the unlocked iron gate with ease, then proceeded to the open ground floor lobby door of the mansion. As he stepped up, he heard a voice behind him.

"Instructor Xia?"

Ichise Hui appeared to have just returned from a Ten Elites meeting, dressed formally, with documents tucked under his arm, looking very gallant.

"I’m here to find someone."

"Find someone? Are you looking for Makki? Feel free." Ichise Hui smiled suggestively.

"No, there’s a guy who specializes in smoked dishes, named Iwazaki Jun, right? I had his smoked dish today, and I’d like to learn some culinary things from him," Xia Yu said.

"Learn?" Ichise Hui looked at him with a strange expression. "I’ll call him for you, wait in the kitchen."

Thus, Xia Yu went to the kitchen of the Polar Star Dormitory.

Shortly after, Ichise Hui brought Iwazaki Jun over.

Xia Yu went straight to the point: "Can you show me your smoked sausages?"

"Sure." Iwazaki Jun returned to his room and brought back the sun-dried sausages. Xia Yu took a sausage, squeezed it, and felt the incredible elasticity with his fingers. The feeling, if forced to describe, was like a balloon, as if with a single prick, the entire sausage would burst with a pop.

"It’s packed so tightly!" he couldn’t help but exclaim.

"Is this kind of resilient casing made from pork intestine or sheep intestine?" Xia Yu’s eyes burned as he stared at Iwazaki Jun.

Last night, he almost made the ’Dragon Roll Fish Fin Sausage.’

However, upon reaching the "hemp rope" twist stage, just as he barely passed it, Xia Yu immediately encountered a second problem——

The casing was not flexible enough. During the steaming process, the ’Dragon Roll Fish Fin Sausage’ was easily burst by the swelling "hemp rope" inside.

"Sheep intestine."

Iwazaki Jun, not one for words, responded in a cold voice.

Pork and sheep intestines were both materials for making natural casings. Last night, in the Chef God Space, Xia Yu tried both types of casings, but the results were similar.

"But, my sheep intestine is also ’smoked!’" Iwazaki Jun’s latter statement sent a shock through Xia Yu.

Smoked?

Seeing Xia Yu ponder with his chin in hand, Ichise Hui, meanwhile, had gathered all the members of the Polar Star Dormitory in the kitchen.

"Everyone’s all here, huh."

Ichise Hui put a document on the table.

"Yo—"

Xingping Chuangzhen greeted Xia Yu and then glanced at the document on the table, reading out the headline: "...Friendship and Exchange... Dormitory Practice?"

After speaking, he noticed the atmosphere in the kitchen suddenly became tense.

Tanaka Hikari appeared as though her soul had left her body, trembling.

"Isn’t it just an ordinary training camp?" Xingping Chuangzhen was baffled.

Yoshino Yuuki forced a smile with a black line of exasperation: "Xingping, this training camp is the first hell that those who advance to the high school division have to face!"

"All first-year students train every day in the deep mountains, undergoing harsh cooking trials. If they don’t meet the passing scores, they will be expelled—"

"Friendship and exchange, doesn’t it sound easy?" Marui Shanji pushed up his glasses frame, lowering his head to hide a trace of panic in his eyes, "But, in reality, it’s a ruthless selection and elimination!"

"Wasn’t it a few years ago that the dormitory practice passing rate fell below half?"

The group at the Polar Star Dormitory discussed seriously.

"Yu."

Sen Tian Makoto quietly called Xia Yu, whispering, "My parents just called, saying the whole street’s talking about how you’re going to have a food war with a Five-Star Chef in the shopping district?"

"Food war? Five-Star Chef?!"

Before Xia Yu could respond, someone behind them shouted in surprise.