Reborn in Japan as a Chef God
Chapter 347 - 346: Return to the Origin

Chapter 347: Chapter 346: Return to the Origin

It proved to be incredibly difficult to incorporate a fantasy ingredient into the Purple Recipe.

Especially since the special assessment only lasted for 24 hours, and the "Jile Rice" had not yet been unlocked. Xia Yu could not use the Chef God Space to practice with this ingredient, so the idea of cheating could be temporarily shelved.

"Abandon the Rainbow Porridge recipe!"

Xia Yu decisively made up his mind.

Actually, he had bought the Rainbow Porridge recipe a month ago because it was a rare medicinal cuisine recipe in the Chinese Cuisine Master Recipe system. It had some similarities with the medicinal cuisine recipes noted by the old man, offering opportunities for mutual understanding and learning. That was why Xia Yu decided to purchase it then.

If "Jile Rice" had not forcibly been incorporated, he would have had no difficulty making luminous dishes based on the Rainbow Porridge recipe.

Xia Yu had never stopped refining the Chinese Cuisine Master Recipe.

However, he encountered a challenge recently.

After the pioneering step of incorporating "Shuangjiang Tofu" into the recipe of Shuangjiang Magical Mapo Tofu to create something new, subsequent attempts to refine the Purple Recipe were arduously difficult.

Difficult, difficult, difficult!

Frowning at a failed dish in front of him, Xia Yu’s expression kept changing.

If the Rainbow Porridge was out, then what other recipes using "rice" could there be?

"Looks like I have to learn a new recipe on the spot..."

"If it doesn’t work..."

Xia Yu was already contemplating his backup plan.

Enough!

Shaking his head to calm himself, he couldn’t panic just because of an exploratory failure and continue negating himself relentlessly.

His mental state was crucial at this time!

"System, filter out the blue recipes that use ’rice’ for me!"

Xia Yu spoke, emphasizing the word "blue."

Since the Purple Recipe didn’t work, he decided to try the blue one!

The difficulty of integrating and refining blue recipes had to be lower, right?

"Liver and Porridge (Blue)."

"Golden Egg Fried Rice (Blue)."

"Sour Plum Fried Rice (Blue)."

"Black Chicken Wrapped Rice (Blue)."

"..."

Again, it was porridge, and fried rice.

Xia Yu rubbed his brows. Despite "rice" being a broad topic, when it came down to it, it was just these recipes.

Slap!

Feeling irritated, Xia Yu didn’t buy a single one, closing the system store panel, and stood in front of the cooking counter, deep in thought.

After some time, when he truly calmed down.

"This time, I’ll use the Xia Family recipe!" Xia Yu clenched his fists, a determined light flashing in his eyes, "Believe in yourself, return to the original idea!"

He finished the Rainbow Porridge on the table.

This bowl of porridge was his dinner since as a chef undergoing a special assessment, he naturally had to solve his hunger issues on his own.

After washing the clay pot, bowls, and chopsticks clean, Xia Yu didn’t linger in the kitchen. He left the camera’s monitoring range, headed to his bedroom, and swiftly lay down on the soft bed to connect with the Chef God Space.

When reflecting, the Chef God Space was the place to go.

He wanted to find a spot to quiet his mind.

...

The six assessors under the surveillance cameras showcased various states of being.

Xia Yu, after failing, slept in the bedroom without getting up.

Ujou Mamie’s style was unbelievably strong. Each time she failed, she rose with renewed vigor, never pausing.

The audience-focused young man had left the kitchen. Since there were no cameras in the bedroom, they couldn’t capture his activities. They had to shift their attention to other assessors.

Nakajima Sei and Beiyexiu.

These were two assessors of similar age.

If Nakajima Sei resembled a decrepit uncle, Beiyexiu was the ambitious type. His sharp eagle-like eyes constantly emitted a chilling light. He stood before the cooking counter without stepping away, except for bathroom breaks, exuding a mad intensity.

It seemed something was driving him to strive with all his might.

Late into the night.

Many were destined for a sleepless night.

Tiqie Mansion.

In bed, "Divine Tongue" Tiqie Helinai tossed and turned. Ultimately, she got up, donned slippers, opened her laptop, and watched the 24-hour live stream of the summer special assessment on the Neon Department’s IGO website.

"Oh!"

Glancing at the live streaming page’s online numbers, Helinai exclaimed, "It’s past midnight, and there are still tens of thousands online?"

She was initially skeptical but accepted the numbers as real when she opened the chat overlay, and the webpage froze from the overload.

"Has any special assessment ever attracted so many viewers before?"

Tiqie Helinai was inwardly surprised.

Scanning the chat overlay.

The content was nothing more than discussions of the six assessors. Of course, the fans of the six chefs formed distinct camps, inevitably leading to heated debates. Helinai watched for a while and discovered that Xia Yu’s camp was being overwhelmingly attacked.

"Isn’t he just a young assessor!"

"Young means inexperienced! Look, your Chef Xia has been out of the kitchen all night. It’s now 2 a.m.! He doesn’t have much time left!"

The chat sentiments were nearly one-sided.

Although Xia Yu’s supporters made some efforts to speak up, their voices were drowned in the vast sea of negative comments.

Planning to turn off the chat, Helinai wasn’t fond of having it on.

However, perhaps by coincidence, a long comment scrolled across her screen at just the right moment and caught her attention:

"... Do you all look down on my grandson? Hmph, so what if it’s ’Jile Rice’? Such fantasy ingredients are difficult to handle, but the playing field is fair. It’s hard for everyone just like it is for him, but amidst the successful few, my grandson will surely emerge!"

Fixating on this comment, Tiqie Helinai blinked hard and, a few seconds later, couldn’t help but smile as she realized.

Grandpa, grandson?

Huh!

She pursed her lips, immediately maneuvered the mouse to search for the user who posted the comment. Aiming to find this non-guest user and, unsurprisingly, within seconds, Helinai successfully added them as a friend.

"Grandpa? Whose grandpa are you?" Helinai interrogated rather bluntly.

"Of course, the ’youngest special chef in Neon history’..."

The other side replied shortly, "What do you think of that title?"

In Helinai’s view, this was clearly a provocation, with a mocking tone. Her eyes flashed with annoyance as she typed, "Stop fostering ill-will online! Mind your manners! If you support him, just quietly be a fan!"

"Not lying, it’s true!"

The other party continued, skillfully using Japanese.

At the same time, in room 111 of the Polar Star Dormitory, there was a faint glow of light.

Sen Tian Makoto sat on the bed, with a laptop in front of her, engaging in a conversation with someone claiming to be a childhood friend grandpa with great interest.

"Oh, really? So, tell me, if your grandson is so outstanding, he must have a girlfriend, right?" Sen Tian Makoto typed out this line and, as she did, she couldn’t help but squint in a sly smile.

"He has had one for a long time."

"He thinks I don’t know, but the neighbor’s Sen Tian comes over three days out of every week..."

Oh.

Seeing the reply, Sen Tian Makoto immediately covered her mouth in disbelief.

"Oh my gosh!"

She was completely dumbfounded.

Initially just watching the stream, she chatted with someone claiming to be a childhood friend grandpa, casually setting a trap with her words, only to inadvertently unmask the real identity of the person.

"It’s really Mr. Xia!" Sen Tian Makoto’s hands shook, typing and then deleting words, eventually opting for silence.

Suddenly, the stream chat intensified, and the page took several seconds to recover.

Blocking the chat, Sen Tian Makoto’s face lit up with energy.

After a whole night of stillness, the No. 1 kitchen finally showed signs of activity. The young chef turned on the lights and walked steadily to the cooking counter, with the camera capturing a close-up of his face.

"Go for it!"

Eyes fixed on the screen, Sen Tian Makoto waved her little fists in front of her laptop.