Reborn in Japan as a Chef God
Chapter 377 - 376: Conquered (Part 2)

Chapter 377: Chapter 376: Conquered (Part 2)

"This... this..." Mizuki in red clothes exclaimed in shock, "Is this real? Or is it a dream?"

Even she, who was adept at casting nightmares, couldn’t distinguish the reality of the world at that moment.

No wonder she couldn’t tell.

The wind was biting, and when it blew across, it felt like knives, causing a tingling pain on the cheeks.

The icicles nearby had clear patterns.

The Mystic Turtle carried the palace on its back, stopping in front of them. Its huge feet were wrinkled and even covered in moss, from their perspective, they could see that weeds had grown within the folds, and birds rested in between.

"Dang——"

Then, another distant bell toll rang out.

Panic-stricken voices.

Mizuki, uncontrollably, began to float automatically, drifting towards the palace on the turtle’s back.

The young monk, with his long hair fluttering, was also enveloped in a ball of light.

"Boom!"

The grand doors of the palace opened, and a voice filled with authority emerged:

"Welcome to my kingdom!"

"In my kingdom, you will receive the utmost enjoyment!"

Enjoyment!

Indeed, in the moment she flew through the grand doors of the palace, Mizuki raised her fair jade neck high, her beautiful eyes became hazy, and shamefully intertwined her legs within the ball of light. She wasn’t wearing shoes; her pale feet and ten toes were tightly pressed together.

The young monk’s entire body was fiery red.

His fair upper body was vaguely entwined with a snake, lovingly gazing into each other’s eyes.

A figure with floating hair holding a pipe, whose gender was difficult to distinguish, blankly held their rapidly lengthening jet-black hair with both hands; soon, it spread out like a black carpet beneath them.

The real world.

"Mizuki!" Yuchuan Meisha exclaimed.

Xia Yu’s pupils slightly constricted.

That red-clothed woman who found everything about him displeasing, unexpectedly sprouted a fluffy tail from behind her back.

"No, that’s not right!"

Upon closer look, Xia Yu gasped; in the night, the red-clothed woman had not one but actually a full three tails wagging excitedly like a small dog’s.

As for the monk and the androgynous individual, their changes were even more astonishing.

Even with mental preparation, Xia Yu was still deeply frightened.

"Oh my goodness!"

Unable to help but lick his dry lips, Xia Yu thought in shock, "All these things... I had no idea that with food, I could also excite these kinds of beings, giving them some sort of satisfaction!"

Is it the satisfaction of appetite?

He shook his head internally, it was just a piece of fish meat after all!

To say that their appetites were satisfied was far from it.

Thinking about a group of strange beings, their love and adoration for Yuchuan Meisha, and recalling how he’d used "Galaxy Noodles" to swiftly satisfy that old woman with a large belly by making her eat the galaxy, Xia Yu immediately understood!

What they were seeking was not gluttonous desires, but something higher in the culinary arts.

Aoki Motota had once used his cooking to drive away evil spirits.

And now, Xia Yu, with the dishes he prepared himself, satisfied several verified otherworldly beings, exciting them so much that they couldn’t maintain their form.

A grand door opened in front of Xia Yu.

"It seems even more interesting now..."

He muttered to himself, "Weaving worlds in cuisine, infusing dishes with spirit and artistic conception, giving them a soulful aura, satisfying a higher class of customers? Why do I feel my blood boiling!"

Yuchuan Meisha covered her mouth.

"They..."

Her eyes were full of disbelief.

Once, it could be called a coincidence. Twice could be brushed off as luck. But this time, three judges revealed their drunken state simultaneously!

What did that imply?

Suddenly turning her head to stare at the young chef, Yuchuan Meisha stuttered in astonishment, "You-you-you, you-you-you-you..."

"You what!"

Xia Yu couldn’t help laughing as she interrupted, shrugging her shoulders, "It seems they are very satisfied with my food, which puts my mind at ease."

Their conversation reached the ears of Yuchuan Abbot, who was also left in a disarray by the wind.

What the heck!

Why have all the judges been exposed!

"Food?" Yuchuan Abbot furrowed his white brows deeply, "Meisha’s cooking, at most, could only satisfy that bunch of creatures. Yes, just satisfy. It’s still far from making them lose control over their demonic power and their shapes!"

He then took a cold breath covertly, and thought in horror, "It seems like over a decade ago, when that old guy Xia Qing was in silent cultivation at Yuchuan Temple, he also made that bunch of creatures crave death as if they were bewitched... Hmph, some of those creatures even sneaked off to Tokyo later to seek Xia Qing’s hospitality."

"What a disgrace!"

Thinking of his own subjects secretly leaving Kamakura for the bustling Tokyo, Yuchuan Abbot’s face instantly darkened like the bottom of a pot. His look towards Xia Yu was filled with displeasure and hostility.

We can’t let this youngster stay too long!

One month at most, and then get out!

Yuchuan Abbot roared in his heart.

...

A culinary competition that was never fair to begin with was hastily halted before even reaching the halfway point.

The revealed Raccoon was the first to take off.

"Amitābha!"

A young monk, covered in burning red blisters with his skin peeling from the flames, chanted the Buddist chant and drifted away.

The being that was neither male nor female quietly walked away, holding up their trailing long hair.

"You little brat, just you wait!"

As the low scolding of the Red-clothed woman echoed in his ears, Xia Yu looked around, only to see a sister with a big fluffy tail quickly jumping into the darkness while not forgetting to leave some menacing words behind.

"Ha!"

Xia Yu laughed but then slapped his forehead and shouted into the deep night, "Hey, don’t be in such a hurry to leave, what about our culinary competition?"

No one responded.

A stifled chuckle came from behind, and Xia Yu turned his head to see Yuchuan Meisha laughing, to which he said with a sense of resignation, "What are you laughing at? Our competition just ended without any illness or crescendo, and we didn’t even declare a winner!"

It wasn’t really his competitive spirit that was getting to him.

Rather, what about the system tasks?

A reward worth a full 10 Talent Points, Xia Yu mentally murmured, if they’re going to take off at least leave the prize with him eh!

"I give up!"

Yuchuan Meisha held up her hands in a gesture of surrender, shaking as if frightened, and called out, but her tone was soft and tender, which to Xia Yu sounded very odd no matter how he heard it:

"Oh oh oh, the youngest top-class chef in the history of Neon territory, I surrender! I surrender!"

Listening to her, Xia Yu got goosebumps.

"Stop, stop, stop!"

He told off the teasing Yuchuan Meisha. Xia Yu rubbed his temples hard, finding it hard to believe that this friend of his, who had already graduated from college, was still terrifyingly cute. Women are indeed terrifying creatures.

Amidst the joking and chatting, the last trace of the culinary battle atmosphere also dissipated.

Pointing to the messy kitchen station and the unused ingredients, Xia Yu asked, "Should we deal with this ourselves?"

"There will be attendants!"

Yuchuan Meisha spoke with a deeper meaning.

Thus, Xia Yu and Yuchuan Meisha, chatting as they walked, left the courtyard.

What Xia Yu didn’t know was that as soon as he stepped away, the temple courtyard suddenly bristled with a dense crowd of shadows.

Pairs of eyes, either glowing eerie green or containing fiery heat, were fixated on the Mystical Turtle Ice Sculpture on the judges’ table, where many pieces of frozen sushi still lay on its shell.

The delicious scent was hidden in the wind and wafted out, and instantly, a chorus of swallowing sounds could be heard around.

Yuchuan Abbot stood in front of the main hall, expressionless.

"Yo, Tao Hui, long time no see--"

At that moment, with a hearty and clear greeting, a white-haired old man emerged from the darkness, hands behind his back, and stood before the judges’ table, nonchalantly picking up an unused pair of chopsticks and tasting the sushi.

The temple at night became incredibly eerie as the old man appeared.

The creatures in the dark desperately suppressed the sound of their saliva.

As their gaze moved to the old man who was savoring the food by himself, Yuchuan Abbot’s face became solemn.

"You’ve come back again..."

"Because I’ve smelled a familiar scent, ah..."