Reborn in Japan as a Chef God
Chapter 280 - 279: Tamed Beast

Chapter 280: Chapter 279: Tamed Beast

In fact, Xia Yu really didn’t know if his seven "repeated" dishes could satisfy Mars’s appetite.

But isn’t the fun in the unknown?

He wanted to reclaim the shopping district property, protect Xia’s shop, and give it his utmost effort. Even if he failed, he wouldn’t have any regrets but would instead hold his breath and continue to improve his culinary skills for a future battle.

"Hua—"

Upon opening the door, Xia Yu and Liangzi Lina entered the private room, each carrying a tray.

Mars had already gone to the restroom to tidy up, once again appearing as the young, dashing head of the ’Gourmet Society.’ Just by appearances, one would never guess that this fellow possessed non-human-like appetite and stomach.

"What is this, wrapped in aluminum foil, seven of them...Is it barbecue cuisine?" Mars curiously asked.

After tasting "Shuangjiang Magical Mapo Tofu," Mars’s opinion of Xia Yu had suddenly soared. No wonder he was the chef whom his proud disciple could not defeat nor muster the will to challenge again.

No wonder Professor Smith had said that even top-notch chefs, if they did not master the ’ultra-tier killer dishes,’ had no chance of defeating such a formidable opponent.

The "Shuangjiang Magical Mapo Tofu" had completely overturned Mars’s understanding of tofu dishes.

He had never tasted such delicious tofu cuisine.

Thus, his barely controlled demon appetite, under the unexpectedly delightful surprise, had fully awakened!

"To say it’s barbecue cuisine isn’t wrong, because ’barbecuing’ as a cooking method is an indispensable part of the cuisine," Xia Yu explained.

"There are seven in total."

Mars counted, a deep smile curling at the corners of his mouth.

"The total price is 35 million yen, which means that each dish costs 5 million yen. Typical top-notch dishes cost about this much, and those with a bit of novelty cost ten million or more."

"And if you say it involves ’Fantasy Ingredients’ from the Fantasy Recipe, the price could be said to be... limitless!"

He chuckled lightly, his gaze playfully sweeping over Xia Yu’s composed face.

"If these seven dishes are close in quality to ’Shuangjiang Magical Mapo Tofu,’ no, eighty...even seventy percent would also do, then I have made a profit!"

He emphasized the word "made a profit" with a stronger tone.

Mars observed Xia Yu’s reaction.

Unexpectedly, his expression didn’t change a bit, as if he didn’t care much about money.

Raising an eyebrow, Mars was surprised. Are there still people who don’t love money?

"What about..."

Mars was about to speak, when Xia Yu waved his hand, saying, "Principal Mars, let’s talk about the price later. For now, please try my dishes, perhaps they will ’satisfy’ you—"

Mars’s expression paused slightly, feeling somewhat awe-struck for some reason. He stared at the young face and with a smile curling his lips, said, "Interesting fellow!"

He simply reached out and grabbed a still-hot foil packet, placing it on the tea table.

Ripping open the seal tape.

Pop!

In that instant, like a volcanic eruption, his casual expression suddenly trembled.

Mars’s hand froze above the opening of the bag, first feeling a bone-chilling wind gush, followed by an intensely scorching flame.

In just a second or two, his palm actually experienced the sensation of absolute zero and infinite flame!

His expression grew suddenly grave.

"This ’barbecue cuisine’ is quite extraordinary!"

Staring at the slowly opening bag, Mars said each word deliberately.

"Principal Mars, wait—"

Xia Yu called out in time to stop Mars about to start eating, while Liangzi Lina helped, and together they opened the remaining six foil packets.

Now, even Ichise Hui, Kobayakawa Ryodan, Chiyoda Aichi, and Dubian Yuuki standing outside the door, shivered at the rush of cold and hot air streams that hit them.

Only Tiqie Helinai, who had truly tasted the ’Song of Ice and Fire’, managed to remain calm.

The tea table was filled with char-grilled seafood rice wrapped in aluminum foil.

The rich fragrance filled the room.

Mars’s appetite was stimulated once again, his eyes turned red, and he struggled to maintain a sliver of rationality. This time, he didn’t rush to gobble up the food but carefully examined the seafood rice in the bag, growing more astonished as he looked.

"Beautiful!"

"As beautiful as the ’Shuangjiang Magical Mapo Tofu’!"

"Eh, black rice?"

His pupils contracted slightly, and hungry growls emanated from his stomach. Mars couldn’t waste time on small talk and took the large spoon Xia Yu handed him, scooping it down and when lifted, the spoon was full of seafood rice with a boneless piece of anago on top.

He swallowed half a spoon.

His body swayed.

A supreme taste shot up through his throat to his brain, and his mental defenses immediately crumbled.

"Where am I..."

Upon opening his eyes, he saw a bustling crowd, an old street, medieval European houses, and passerby in various outfits surrounding him in a street corner.

His fingers involuntarily twitched.

Ding!

A pleasant melody sounded, and Mars stared dumbfounded at the maple harp held in his arms, then examined the decorations on his body: light leather armor, cloth garments, travel-worn, shiny leather boots on his feet, a short sword attached to his waist, and a dagger hidden in his boots. His attire clearly belonged to a wandering minstrel from a fantasy world.

The poet who had traveled across various lands, seen the customs of different nations, wore a weather-beaten face, and had profound eyes.

Accompanied by the melody, the poet sang at the street corner:

"From the Grey Mist Mountains to the scorching Great Sand Sea, crossing mountains, plains, rivers, and forests, traversing half the continent, I followed the footsteps of the Red Dragon Tyrant and finally arrived at a peninsula filled with volcanoes..."

It was a narrative poem.

Mars was the poet himself, singing and reminiscing, his chest filled with the weariness of travel but also the satisfaction of discovery and exploration.

"Behind a volcano over three thousand meters high, there was a magnificent temple built of granite!"

"Giant, towering columns..."

"Exquisite reliefs..."

"It overlooked the entire peninsula, and in the spacious temple square stood the statues of gods, but only one statue, worshipped day and night from ancient times to the present!"

Snap.

His thoughts were interrupted there.

Back in reality, Mars opened his eyes, and Xia Yu directed him to taste another spoonful of seafood rice from a different foil bag.

Bitter!

This bag of seafood rice had a purposely increased dose of a certain spice, pushing the spice formula to the brink of collapse.

"It’s artichoke!"

Resembling the taste of walnut kernels, accumulating on the tip of the tongue and exploding, it was so abrupt, yet Mars’s heart quivered and he stiffened up again, lost in thought.

In the desert.

A worshipper, submerged by the sandstorm.

Countless falls, countless risings. Mars’s perspective was locked, his eyes could only intently stare at the mountains at the horizon where the ranges were always enveloped in volcanic ash, and the sky was even red.

But the red light was like a guiding beacon, his heart held an unwavering belief:

I must reach the temple on the volcano!

"Huff, huff, huff..."

Not knowing how much time passed, Mars opened his eyes again, his breathing disordered, staring at the dish on the tea table, gradually showing a hint of fear in his eyes.

However, Mars clenched his teeth and scooped again!

"What’s going on..."

Outside the private room, Ichise Hui, Kobayakawa Ryodan, and others who witnessed Mars enjoying the seafood rice looked at each other in astonishment.

This time, Mars was genuinely "enjoying" the meal, chewing slowly, cautiously not missing any flavor or any secret the chef might have imparted to the dish, sitting obediently like a tamed beast, the gentlemanly demeanor too bizarre.