Reborn in Japan as a Chef God
Chapter 383 - 382: Just Half a Step Away!

Chapter 383: Chapter 382: Just Half a Step Away!

"It’s starting!"

After exchanging for a "Beichen Sky Wolf Blade" and spending ten thousand Fame Points, Xia Yu no longer cared about cost and gain, he simply wanted to put what he had just comprehended into practice!

Whoosh!

Raising the Ice Soul Blade in his right hand, Xia Yu glanced at the gleaming blade and even he had to squint because of the intense cold light.

The entire blade was glowing. Sunlight streamed in through the window, making the ice blade even more like a reflective surface, casting blinding light while also dispersing wisps of visible cold air!

The key issue was that Xia Yu frowned as soon as he gripped the handle.

Cold, bone-chilling cold!

With five fingers tightly gripping the handle of the "Beichen Sky Wolf Blade," the bone-chilling cold spread from his fingertips, enveloping his palm with a sensation that his entire hand was freezing solid.

Gathering strength in his right arm and with blood surging through it, it was fortunate that his physique was strong enough to prevent the cold in his palm from affecting his movements.

"Culinary technique—’Arhat Crystal Slash’!"

There was no more time for Xia Yu to hesitate. Since he had decided to give it his all and attempt to push the recipe "Fierce Ice Fresh Carving Mountain" to the ’kill zone’ level, it was time to act!

He grabbed the fugu from the ice water.

The fugu had already been beheaded and deboned, leaving only the most succulent part of the torso.

"Thud thud thud thud..."

His knife moved like rain.

Thin slices of fugu flesh, petal-like, fluttered onto the ice sculpture on the table.

Yuchuan Abbot and Yuchuan Meisha were at a loss for words.

The mysterious elder simply crossed his arms and watched with interest as the young chef concentrated on his culinary skills, observing the ice blade in his hand with an excited smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"It indeed has the aura of the Dark Cuisine World!"

"However, how does the grandson of Xia Qing have the mark of the Dark Cuisine World? Or is it that he’s merely mastered the culinary skills of the Dark World and wields the kitchenware, not actually being a Dark Chef?"

He was a monster.

What Bright Cuisine World, what Dark Cuisine World, they were irrelevant to him.

At his current level, he had already begun to move away from relying on Spirit Cuisine, and even if he did not eat for years on end, his soul would not scatter.

Therefore, to him, food was more like a landscape, rather than a necessity for survival.

Quickly.

In less than ten minutes, the fugu torso had been completely disassembled.

"Crack!"

Xia Yu stepped back, and Yuchuan Meisha’s ears twitched as she heard an extremely faint sound. Reflexively, she covered her mouth and turned to look at the Ice Soul Blade in Xia Yu’s hand. Within a brief second, the blade was covered with cracks and suddenly exploded with a bang!

Like a mirror shattering, the kitchen filled with the sound of ice breaking upon impact with the floor.

"System, initiate the healing program!" Xia Yu thought to himself and directly used some sort of medicine from his inventory. His frozen arm immediately regained sensation, and the purple hue of his frostbitten palm gradually turned back to normal.

A few minutes later.

His palm had completely returned to normal, and Xia Yu removed the knife handle from his grasp.

Ding!

The handle fell and shattered.

Xia Yu didn’t even look back and continued to busy himself.

Another five minutes passed.

"Please enjoy—" He poured the dark amber soy-sauce-like dipping sauce into three small dishes, placed them in front of Yuchuan Abbot, Yuchuan Meisha, and the elder, and gestured for them to partake, bowing slightly.

Yuchuan Meisha covered her mouth, her eyes widening.

Suddenly, the lovely fugu ice sculpture displayed on the stage was covered with sashimi.

Each piece of sashimi, with surfaces smooth like mirrors, reflected a corner of the kitchen.

The key was that the glistening slices of sashimi, much like a culinary puzzle, gave the already vibrant fugu an even more pronounced spirit and soulfulness at this moment!

Alive!

"Interesting!"

"My appetite has been awakened!"

Without any need for Xia Yu to say more, the elder stepped forward, picked up the prepared chopsticks himself, and tore off a piece of fish - thin as a cicada’s wing - from the fugu ice sculpture.

"Wait—" Xia Yu pointed at the sauce on the table, "Dip it in the sauce for a better flavor!"

"Dip in the sauce?"

Afterward, the expression on Yuchuan Abbot’s face was a picture.

"The fish slices you made the night before last, why weren’t there any sauces?" she asked suspiciously.

Yuchuan Meisha whispered on Xia Yu’s behalf, "Grandma, Yu wasn’t feeling well that night; he did his best!"

"Is that so?"

Yuchuan Abbot looked at her granddaughter, who actively covered up for an outsider, and coldly huffed.

Xia Yu shrugged his shoulders.

He knew if he dared admit that he intentionally cut corners and skimped on his work that night, the old nun would definitely go berserk. After all, she was the initiator of the private cooking battle, and here was a contestant who treated it carelessly. Moreover, he had managed to crush the competition despite that carelessness—wasn’t that a slap in her face?

"Eh—"

Suddenly, the three of them were drawn by an unexpected change.

At the cooking station, the elder who first ate a piece of pufferfish sashimi threw his head back, exhaling a breath of mist alternating between cold and hot.

At the same time, the feather ornament slipped down.

The kimono, too, slipped off.

Even the belt snapped open automatically with a click, and the hakama pants dropped to the floor, sprawling on the ground.

So the elder was only a tiny loincloth away from being completely naked.

"Ah!"

Yuchuan Meisha quickly turned around.

Yuchuan Abbot’s gaze lingered on his muscular arms and ample backside, and she said with a smirk and a laugh, "Old thing, you’ve kept yourself in good shape, but stripping down in public—even if you are a monster, you should have some sense of shame, shouldn’t you?"

Her tone was thick with mockery.

But the elder didn’t care; he faced the window where sunlight streamed in and it took a long while before he lowered his upturned head, his face collecting itself from its shocked expression.

With his back to Xia Yu, he said in a deep voice,

"If it weren’t for the pufferfish ingredient holding me back... your sashimi dish could be called a superb ’killer’ specialty!"

The elder, now devoid of his previous carefree demeanor, was full of affirmation.

"No, I think the heat-natured pufferfish ingredient is even more useful than the so-called fantasy ingredients!" Xia Yu held a different opinion and replied with a smile.

"Hmm!"

Hearing this, the elder, as if suddenly recalling something, turned around and gazed deeply at the young man.

"Did you match the properties of the ingredients with your own cooking spirit to create the essence of fire?"

"No wonder!"

The elder then exclaimed, "No wonder when I first tasted the raw fish slice and chewed carefully, the ice plains of the Extreme North Heavenly Country suddenly thunderously dropped a Doulu Palace, and the Samadhi Fire ravaged across the ice plains... Fire and ice wrestling, intertwining, merging!"

Doulu Palace?

Samadhi Fire?

Yuchuan Meisha, with her back turned, was flustered, confused.

Yuchuan Abbot seemed thoughtful.

The more the elder talked, the more his face shone with astonishment, and he couldn’t help but clap his hands, "So, even if the quality of the ingredients isn’t enough, and they have inherent, irreversible flaws, you used your creativity to bestow upon the dish a wild and extreme Ultimate Fire! No wonder it was a near-miss for ’killer’ quality!"

"This pufferfish, with its heat-natured internal properties, is the Fire Stick, ignited by your spark!"

In reality, the elder was shocked.

Just under an hour ago, he had awakened the young man with a few simple words.

Unexpectingly, the young man’s understanding and perception were terrifying; he turned around and offered up a ’killer’ dish with a blend of integration.

That’s right!

’Killer’ quality!

The crisp taste of the Extreme North Heavenly Country, that was the ultimate, corresponding to an indescribable ’sublimation’ of the cooking spirit, hence the moment the fish slice touched the mouth, the taster felt as though ascending to heaven.

Then, there was the new divine fire.

The extreme flame, corresponding to the cooking spirit of fire, primal, wild, free-spirited.

At the same time, the flavor of extreme hot and cold was performed on the tip of the tongue.

If the fish slice itself carried the ultimate flavor inherent to fantasy ingredients, wouldn’t that be a merging and intertwining of three extreme flavors, truly achieving the minimal requirement of a special ’killer’ dish?

Two cooking spirits, three extreme flavors.

Alas!

As he was shocked, the elder couldn’t help but sigh inwardly, content yet regretful.