Reborn in Japan as a Chef God
Chapter 225 - 224: Patterns (Seeking Subscription)

Chapter 225: Chapter 224: Patterns (Seeking Subscription)

Young!

That was the first impression the audience had of Xia Yu.

The trainees naturally knew Xia Yu. In recent days, Xia Yu had completely integrated into the circle of trainees, especially sharing his insights on the use of heat and spices, making these big names of the Neon Food World see him in a new light.

Furthermore, in terms of personality, Xia Yu was usually a gentle and amiable young man, well-behaved and sensible. Except for Shanben Xiaoshu, the trainees were all uncles and aunts, and they held great affection for this junior. Ujou Mamie often discussed curry powder spice combinations with him at seminars, and most of the time, Hase Ichiro and Takai Masashi expressed goodwill towards him.

These guys were all savvy. They knew what it meant to be a high school-aged trainee.

If it weren’t for the deep IGO imprint on Xia Yu, the Takai Group and the Hasegawa Family among the ’Four Families’ would have staged a show to roll up their sleeves and snatch this genius with muscle against muscle.

Even if his progress hit a ceiling too quickly, having arrived at the doorstep of ’Special Grade’ ahead of others, he was still leading his peers by years. While his peers were busy catching up behind, he was standing at the door, gathering strength and accumulating experience, who could dare say he was at a standstill?

"So young!"

"Isn’t this a high school student?"

"Could there be some mistake? This high school student, in culinary skills, can converse on equal terms with our President Takai?"

The courtyard audience was in an uproar, each person wearing a look of deep confusion.

These people were either close followers or disciples of the trainees. In any case, those the trainees brought to observe and gain experience were not ordinary people.

Take, for example, Tanaka Hikari, Sen Tian Makoto, Xingping Chuangzhen, and Tiqie Helinai brought by Dojima Yin. Undoubtedly, they were highly regarded first-year students of Far Moon, who even third-year students or current top-ranking Totsuki members might not have such opportunities.

The courtyard became rowdy.

Voices from the Takai Group and the Hasegawa Family were the loudest. Given Takai Masashi and Hase Ichiro’s fame and seniority in the culinary world, their followers or disciples could not tolerate a mere young boy standing above them, interacting with their seniors and superiors on equal footing.

"Fools!"

Tiqie Helinai’s body trembled with anger as she listened to the gradually uncontrollable criticisms, the words squeezing out between her teeth.

Tanaka Hikari and Sen Tian Makoto glared at the crowd.

"Hey, hey, don’t underestimate Instructor Xia—" Xingping Chuangzhen called out loudly, but the distant observers merely cast a dismissive glance his way. If not for the presence of Dojima Yin and Liangzi Lina, their words might have been harsher.

"Interesting!"

Dojima Yin stroked his chin, surprisingly not stopping the chaotic crowd this time.

A sarcastic curve appeared at the corner of Liangzi Lina’s mouth as she said, "These so-called ’elites’ of the culinary world are no different from ordinary people outside. They always attack things beyond their understanding."

Surprisingly, none of the trainees made any attempt to stop the commotion behind the barrier.

Hase Ichiro glanced over his shoulder with the corner of his eye.

"Better to let it flow than to block it. If they are curious, let them talk," Hase Ichiro said calmly.

"Mr. Hase, your thoughts are similar to mine."

Takai Masashi nodded in agreement, saying, "It’s better to let them speak than to ponder in their hearts. Let them discuss away. My disciples have been basked in the elite aura for the past two years without progress. They should get a bit of a push, or they’ll lose the drive to improve."

Hase Ichiro focused his gaze on the back of Xia Yu as he stepped through the door.

"I don’t know how Minister Shinohara discovered him," Hase Ichiro remarked, unable to hide the amazement in his voice.

"Being young is his advantage and also a disadvantage."

Takai Masashi said, then suddenly remembered something and smiled bitterly, "If other young prodigies were like him, they’d undoubtedly be showy and arrogant, easily getting knocked down and fading into obscurity overnight, but him..."

Hase Ichiro remained silent.

...

Entering the main hall, he picked up his own meal box from the table.

Click.

Xia Yu opened the bottom layer of the meal box, revealing a small charcoal grill inside. This was the ingenious structure of the meal box, with good sealing and charcoal for warmth, allowing the dish to maintain the just-cooked texture during the examination.

Removing the charcoal grill, Xia Yu held the meal box, using the [Bursting Flame] cooking technique to check the heat of the food inside, nodding secretly, "Very good, the ’heat’ flavor has not been lost!"

The unity of seven flavors was the soul of the ’Shuangjiang Magical Mapo Tofu.’ Missing any one would cause the whole dish’s structure to collapse.

At this point, Xia Yu’s heart was completely at ease.

As for whether he could ’pass,’ Xia Yu did not think too much about it.

The ’Shuangjiang Magical Mapo Tofu’ was already his strongest dish, perfectly integrating the ’Bursting Flame’ and ’Spice Inequality’ cooking techniques, and incorporating the ’Shuangjiang Tofu’ fantasy ingredient, making it a flawless masterpiece.

The most direct reflection of this perfection was the system’s score—

points!

With firm and powerful steps, he walked to the old woman.

"Granny Chiyoda."

Xia Yu respectfully called, then placed the meal box on the table.

The old woman clearly remembered him, her clouded eyes fixed on him for a moment before gradually clearing.

"What dish do you present this time?" the old woman kindly asked.

"Mapo tofu."

"Mapo tofu?" the old woman exclaimed, her gaze moving to the sealed meal box, as if she smelled a faint, almost imperceptible aroma, a look of surprise surfacing in her eyes.

"To innovate such a traditional Chinese cuisine is not easy."

The old woman slowly said, "When I was young, I once traveled to Sichuan and even tasted special mapo tofu cooked by a Liu’s disciple at the ’Juxia Building’. It was said to be a recipe left by the Chef God..."

Wait, Juxia Building!

Xia Yu’s heart skipped a beat.

"Of course, I’ve also tasted mapo tofu in the flavor of Fairy A Bei. She was a respectable female chef, but her name has probably been forgotten in history. Now, even on Chinese Land, there are likely only a few chefs who know of Fairy A Bei," Granny Chiyoda fell into reverie, full of emotion.

"Open it, let me see your mapo tofu!" After a while, the old woman turned her eyes back to the meal box.

"Okay!"

Xia Yu glanced at the ice-faced priestess beside him, click, he unbuckled the lock and reached out, as the cover loosened, strands of dazzling light streamed through the gaps, casting into the dim hall!

The old woman watched, unblinking, her now-clear eyes reflecting a dish bathed in light inside the meal box.

Thump thump.

Perhaps the light was too strong, causing the ice-faced priestess to cover her eyes and step back twice, then suddenly freezing.

"Huff, huff, huff..."

It was as if a tornado of numbing and spicy flavors was swirling inside the hall.

The ice-faced priestess sniffed the aroma and was shocked:

"Wait, why is there such an intense bean aroma, what’s with this bean aroma!"