Reborn in Japan as a Chef God
Chapter 250 - 249: The Dragon and the Princess

Chapter 250: Chapter 249: The Dragon and the Princess

"Ah!"

A scream.

Eriina Tiqie was utterly shocked.

Boom—she seemed to hear dull footsteps, a gigantic footstep collapsed half of Xia’s shop, the air surged with scorching flames, the void distorted.

Stupefied, Eriina Tiqie looked up, her pupils constricted.

A red giant dragon, with wings and walking on two feet, its body twirling with flames.

"Hu—"

Breath!

A long flame breath swept across the shopping street like a laser. Her clothes turned into blue smoke in an instant; it was chilly and then the dragon breath swept over, Eriina screamed, her arms crossed tightly over the front view of her chest, her legs tightly intertwined.

Without any protection, her naked body collided with the flames, enveloped within them.

However, the flames did not devour her; they did not reduce her to ashes. Eriina Tiqie gradually felt at ease.

The city was in chaos; she could hear the screams loud as tsunamis. The giant dragon spotted her among the rubble, sharply lowered its head, its majestic eyes flickering with flames, almost reaching Eriina’s face.

Dragon claw gripped!

Eriina Tiqie screamed again, the sudden feeling of weightlessness rising into the air was unpleasant, and what’s more, the dragon swiftly took her high up into the sky.

Although the dragon’s claws held her gently, she found it hard to breathe, her fair, delicate face blushed a deep crimson.

"Roar—"

The immense dragon’s roar echoed across the skies of Tokyo, deafening, and Eriina stood there, stupefied.

But then, a mysterious wave transmitted from above her head compelled Eriina to look up, only to see a magical gate barely appearing in the void, slowly opening.

Behind the gate, the world was lush with green trees, steep mountains lined one after another, a few playful magic sprites, coincidentally frolicked nearby, almost crashed into the rushing gate dragon, and screamed scattering away.

"A fantastical world..."

The grand gate closed behind her. Eriina Tiqie looked around from high above, her eyes reflected a corner of this world’s scenery.

The Red Dragon flapped its massive wings just behind her, hovering.

The dragon claw had already let go, but Eriina did not plummet straight down; she floated as light as a cloud.

This scene, oh so picturesque, the dragon and the princess!

"So real!"

After a moment, upon returning to reality, Eriina Tiqie felt a dizzying sensation of switching too swiftly.

She pursed her lips, quickly picking up another Dragon Roll Fish Fin Sausage with her chopsticks.

Eriina truly liked that fantastical world; she decided to eat more Dragon Roll Fish Fin Sausages to fully complete that otherworldly journey, leaving no regrets.

"That, that..."

Ren Xue called out to Eriina, eagerly saying, "Can we try some too?"

She saw that Eriina was a waitress at the small shop, so she boldly spoke up.

"No way!" Eriina immediately refused, her tone leaving no room for doubt.

"Ah, so stingy!" Ren Xue pouted unhappily, "Hozoi is so easy to talk to; you as a waitress, not so much!"

"Hozoi? Hozoi Midori?"

Eriina took Ren Xue’s comment to heart. Even if she was only filling in temporarily, being told by a guest that she was not cutting it was something the proud and self-confident ’Divine Tongue’ couldn’t tolerate.

"Yes, I want Hozoi!" Ren Xue protested loudly, even going to the bar to knock on the window, "Yu, bring Hozoi back!"

"Forget it, forget it!"

Shuigu Jun smiled wryly, advising against it; he didn’t dare hope to taste the specialty dishes, too expensive.

Opening the window, Xia Yu, upon hearing, couldn’t help but laugh refreshingly, "Eriina, just share with them, four each, two each for them, you eat six yourself, taking the bigger share, how about that?"

Eriina Tiqie frowned, looked at the steaming basket on the table, her face twisted in apparent reluctance, clearly not wanting to share with others.

"No way! I only want to eat them myself!"

"In that case, next time, oh, no, tomorrow you come to White Seagull High School, I’ll specially make a basket of Dragon Roll Fish Fin Sausage just for you!" Xia Yu shook his head, helpless against Eriina’s childish temper.

Her eyes lit up, having made a decision. The twisted expression on Eriina’s face vanished as she nodded softly, "Okay."

"Tch!"

Ren Xue rolled her eyes.

"Roll your eyes at what." Xia Yu’s forehead veins bulged, "If it wasn’t for the fact that you are a regular, I would have charged you the normal price already, one Dragon Roll Fish Fin Sausage for 50,000 yen!"

"Please don’t!"

Ren Xue and Shuigu Jun said in unison.

Xia Yu smiled, closed the window, and was preparing the third dish for the two guests.

It was a Hunan cuisine dish, Mandarin Fish.

"Sizzle sizzle sizzle..."

The oil in the pan was very hot; the fish fillets in the strainer were being deep-fried, turning the once white fish a crispy golden brown.

The preparatory steps of marinating the fish and coating the fish meat and head with egg and starch had been completed beforehand, allowing this step of deep-frying to occur.

After frying, what remained was the plating.

The fish was neatly arranged on the plate, positioned to mimic the shape of a fish head, and next, Xia Yu moved to prepare the seasoning sauce.

"Minced ginger, winter bamboo shoots, mushrooms, and diced ham briefly stir-fried."

"300 milliliters of chicken broth."

"Salt, pepper powder, potato starch."

Crackle.

Holding the pan, he poured the thick liquid over the fish on the plate, the somewhat salty sauce turning the dish vibrant in color.

But the ’Mandarin Fish’ was actually two fish, one bright red and one speckled white, a generous portion. Xia Yu turned to prepare the other fish.

Several minutes later, he opened the window.

"Ding!"

With a loud ring, the bell on the counter echoed throughout Xia’s shop.

On the other side, having polished off their servings of Dragon Roll Fish Fin Sausage and relishing the taste, several people turned their heads simultaneously.

"Your dish is ready!"

As soon as he had spoken, Ren Xue dashed over at a brisk pace.

"It’s finally ready!"

With teary eyes, spurred by the appetite the fish fin sausage had aroused, Ren Xue couldn’t wait any longer and urged Xia Yu, "Boss Xia, the rice, where’s the rice!"

Xia Yu could only smile and shake his head, handing over two bowls of steaming hot rice.

"Eriina, clean this up."

Turning briefly, Xia Yu glanced at the wall clock which showed six o’clock, the time when other patrons would likely arrive.

He hadn’t forgotten about the important customer in the backyard tea house.

His signature dish naturally was the "Shuangjiang Magical Mapo Tofu."

The counterpart had shown deep appreciation, and he wouldn’t skimp; instead of using the Shuangjiang Tofu that Qi Liangzi Lina had sent, he bought a kilogram of high-quality ’Shuangjiang Tofu’ from the system marketplace to immediately start preparing a third gourmet dish.

...

In a hotel in the Taidong District.

Smith and Lancelot had returned from the old shopping street and holed up in their room.

Lancelot sat on the couch in the hotel suite clutching his head, his expression pained. Although he tried to stop himself from recalling the burning agony experienced while tasting the ’Flame Dragon Roll Fish Fin Sausage,’ that intense pain was deeply etched in his memory, not easily forgotten.

The curtains of the floor-length windows were drawn open, Smith, dressed in a shirt with sweat visible on his forehead and a grim face, gazed out from the high-rise, watching Tokyo gradually darken under the night sky.

"Professor..."

After a pause, Lancelot asked aimlessly, "What should we do next?"

Smith remained silent.

"Do we continue with the culinary competition?"

Lancelot asked hoarsely.

This time, Xia Yu’s ’Flame Dragon Roll Fish Fin Sausage’ had utterly crushed his pride, his confidence.

"Culinary competition? Are you going?"

With a flash in his eyes, Smith finally spoke, a hint of sarcasm at the corners of his mouth.

Lancelot was startled.

"I am not sure I can defeat him!" Smith said bluntly, "Unless it’s by a chef who has mastered a supreme signature dish!"

Silence hung heavy in the air.

Holding his head, Lancelot murmured, "Then what about Minister Mars’ plan..."

"Consult him, and I’ll speak on your behalf!"

Smith’s voice was deep, "And remember, we are Dark Chefs; we don’t have to stick to culinary competitions! We can deal with him through other means!"