Reborn in Japan as a Chef God
Chapter 184 - 183: Regrettable Failure Work

Chapter 184: Chapter 183: Regrettable Failure Work

Xia Yu was drenched in sweat.

The intense heat at the center of the fire circle was unimaginable to an outsider.

He didn’t possess the deep "Inner Strength" of the "Blast Flame Chef" from Ya Kan. It was as if he was nearly bare, exposed to the scorching air. The slightly distorted air seemed ready to ignite his hair and clothes.

In just ten minutes, he looked as if he had taken a swim in the sea, completely soaked.

Under the baking heat, the mackerel soon emitted an alluring aroma.

Outside, Qian Rixiangzi was still pouring sauce.

"Um..."

Suddenly, a wave of dizziness hit, akin to the prelude of heatstroke. Xia Yu shook his head, not caring about the loss of body heat. He quickly activated his fortified state, and a refreshing sensation surged into his gradually muddling mind, instantly clearing his thoughts.

Then came the arms.

A strange warm current swept through his muscles and bones, reviving his nearly exhausted arms and numbed wrists to full capacity.

But Xia Yu didn’t feel any joy in his heart.

In the fortified state, it all depended on how long his body calories could sustain the consumption. Xia Yu had tested it in the Chef God Space recently.

When full, the limit was five minutes.

Beyond this time, he would overdraw and remain in a dazed mental state for one or two days afterward.

Hence, Xia Yu had to manage his timing well.

"Five minutes should be enough..."

He simultaneously executed two culinary techniques, one being the "Heavenly Hero Bursting Flame River" and the other being the "Heavenly Hero Fire Wheel."

The "Heavenly Hero Fire Wheel" was similar to a knife technique. Proficiency came with practice, but it demanded high arm and wrist strength. If he wanted to use this culinary technique to grill heavier fish like the "bluefish," Xia Yu’s physique would be inadequate.

Whereas the "Heavenly Hero Bursting Flame River" was a fire manipulation technique used in large scenes, requiring coordination with the "Bursting Flame" while controlling the rhythm of swinging the iron chains.

A trinity.

It was no easy task to integrate three culinary techniques into his cooking rhythm.

Xia Yu felt like he was walking a tightrope. He dared not take a deep breath for fear that a wrong breath might disrupt his balance and rhythm, leading the entire dish to collapse due to a minor mistake.

He didn’t want to fail.

After all, the [Shuangjiang Tofu] of purple superior quality was closely tied to a "perfect" glowing dish.

The kitchen atmosphere seemed frozen.

All the graduates stopped whispering and focused intently on the performer in the midst of the flames.

For this sudden luncheon, they were willing to play supporting roles.

Sometimes, watching a chef cook was as thrilling as watching a blockbuster. As connoisseurs, the graduates could see that Xia Yu was gradually reaching his limits, persevering with gritted teeth.

Perseverance!

Even Shigong Xiaoci Lang, who had been displeased with Xia Yu before, showed a slight seriousness.

Suddenly, Shigong Xiaoci Lang felt that this young chef was not exerting himself to cook a lunch for them but to meet his own standards. It was akin to the story of ancient scholars tying their hair to a beam to stay awake during late-night study, feeling a jolt of pain when they nodded off, which kept them awake.

"He has very high standards for himself, even to the point of being harsh!" Shigong Xiaoci Lang adjusted his glasses.

A clear sound of a spoon dropping on the ground suddenly echoed.

Qian Rixiangzi, holding the now-empty sauce bowl, sat down wearily with sweat on her forehead.

"Mr. Xia Yu, the sauce is finished—" she shouted, but her voice, being naturally soft-spoken, still sounded too gentle even when amplified.

"Almost there!"

Dojima Yin lowered his clasped arms, beckoning a group of helpers poised with fire extinguishers to rush in as soon as Xia Yu finished, ready to douse the flames.

He then turned, personally retrieving a large ceramic platter to stand by.

"This is the right heat!"

"It’s perfectly cooked!"

Xia Yu shouted, "Put out the fire—"

Hiss. Hiss.

The helpers surged forward instantly, pulling open the pins. A dozen fire extinguishers immediately snuffed out the wood fire.

"Be steady, President Dojima!"

Next came a strained breath of relief and then a shout from Dojima Yin as a dozen dark shadows fell from the sky. One by one, beautifully grilled mackerel landed neatly stacked on the platter, as if controlled by invisible hands.

The key was that the small wires originally binding the fish tails had somehow loosened. Otherwise, with a dozen red-hot iron chains flying over, Dojima Yin wouldn’t have been merely startled but would have turned and run.

"Done!"

Releasing the chains, they scattered on the floor, and a helper poured water over them, sizzling as white smoke quickly filled the kitchen.

"My dish is ready." Xia Yu wiped away his sweat, appearing slightly pale.

"Is there a shower?" Xia Yu asked.

Dojima Yin had a waiter take Xia Yu to shower and change clothes. He patted Xia Yu on the shoulder, holding the platter with one hand, "Go take a hot bath to relax your muscles. Whatever else you need, just tell the waiter, and your requests will be met."

Xia Yu left, showing no attachment to his creation.

Floating in his vision was the system’s evaluation:

"The Host has successfully cooked a dish following the ’Heavenly Hero Grilled Bluefish’ recipe."

"Upon evaluation, the completion of this dish is 85%, with a score of 85 (applicable only to the respective recipe)."

...

With Xia Yu gone, a group of Far Moon graduates looked at each other in confusion.

Qian Rixiangzi, putting aside the sauce bowl, leaned over to inhale deeply the rich aroma emanating from the grilled mackerel, her eyes reflecting unmistakable longing and hunger.

"President Dojima, may I try it?" she asked softly.

"What about your dishes?"

Dojima Yin laughed, "We agreed that everyone should present their specialty dishes, yet only Instructor Xia has finished so far."

"Hungry, need strength to work!" Qian Rixiangzi turned into a cute girl, shunning the reserve of a graduate, darting around behind Dojima Yin, who blocked her with his tall frame.

"I too want to taste his dish first."

Shigong Xiaoci Lang approached, fixating on the platter.

"Eat—"

Mizuhara Fuyumi still squatted on a stool, expressionless.

Sekishou Hei, Donato Wutongtian, and others exchanged glances, "Eating first or waiting is fine too!"

Though they tried to suppress it, the graduates’ throats moved as they swallowed, exposing their deepest desire—

They wanted to eat!

Dojima Yin laughed heartily, "Honestly, I want to dig in too, feel free everyone!"

He placed the large platter on the countertop and quickly retrieved white ceramic plates, distributing the grilled mackerel to everyone. In the end, each graduate received a portion.

"Mmm!"

Qian Rixiangzi, not minding the heat, was the first to dig in, sending a piece of fragrant, tender fish to her mouth.

As the fish melted on her tongue, her eyes became unfocused.