Reborn in Japan as a Chef God
Chapter 396 - 395: White-Hot

Chapter 396: Chapter 395: White-Hot

Xia Yu asked a staff member below the stage for an ice chisel hammer.

With a 3 cubic meter block of ice, relying solely on the "Wenqu Saber," even Xia Yu’s skillful carving techniques would have a hard time making any headway.

So, he requested a hammer.

And the "Wenqu Saber," used for fine carving, would not be hurriedly drawn at this moment; Xia Yu removed the sharkskin sheath from the "Breaking Army Saber," and held the blade upright as the camera just happened to pan over.

Thus, a bright silver and intimidatingly sharp treasure saber was displayed on the screen.

"This saber..."

In the guest seats, Guan Xingchen was utterly shocked, "It looks familiar!"

Beside him, Guan He and Guan Yi exchanged glances, equally astonished. They both felt a bit familiar with it, after all, one was the daughter of Lin Chef and the other his adopted son, their experience far surpassing that of ordinary people.

Watching Xia Yu, holding a slender blade, standing in front of the ice block, a commotion suddenly rose in the venue.

Could he be intending to use this blade to break the ice?

The audience looked at one another, puzzled.

Although this saber was clearly no ordinary item, it was obviously not a special carving tool, and using it for carving seemed somewhat inappropriate.

One reason was that it could damage the esteemed saber.

Second, using the wrong tool could easily result in mistakes during the carving process.

The four judges who were like pillars of the Neon Food World would definitely be strict, not allowing the smallest flaw to pass their eyes.

"Hiss—"

Xia Yu responded to the many voices of doubt with his actions.

With one stroke of the saber!

Tiny ice crystals immediately scattered around.

The "Breaking Army Saber" was really not suitable for such chopping, and even if chopping was to be done, could the chunks of ice be carved into the desired shape? Therefore, Xia Yu was applying wisdom, a wisdom of saber skills forged through thousands of practises.

The silver saber carved upon the surface of the ice block just like that!

When the camera zoomed in for a close-up, the audience finally saw the marks on the ice.

Neat, straight lines!

Like an engineer drafting a blueprint!

Tiqie Xianzuowen closely observed the young chef wielding the saber; from the front, to the side, to the back of the saber, it took him only about ten minutes to return to the starting point!

The atmosphere of the venue became silent at the moment he stood still, everyone craned their necks, eager to see what kind of trick the young chef was pulling out of his gourd.

As if ignoring the countless pairs of eyes in the venue, Xia Yu calmly picked up the ice chisel hammer he had set aside earlier for later use.

Clang!

With one hammer blow.

A crackling sound came from the large ice block, but ultimately nothing happened.

The camera captured Xia Yu’s face as his eyebrows slightly furrowed and the second hammer came down!

"Boom"

A great collapse occurred.

The scene of an avalanche made the venue even more silent; for a while, only the sound of chunks of ice rolling onto the ground and shattering could be heard.

Thud thud thud...

Yuchuan Ayaka, startled by the sound of the avalanche and in the midst of whipping cream opposite the station, looked up.

"Huh?!"

Yuchuan Ayaka’s pupils shrank as she looked at the young man standing in front of the heaps of ice, and a faint sneer curled at the corner of her lips, "Ice carving, huh?! You are indeed skilled at carving food, it seems the information I gathered before was not wrong... Hmph, but I’ve thoroughly figured out your background; unless you can produce a ’killer’ ice-carved dish on the spot, you’re going to lose!"

While she was thinking this, a shard of ice shot towards her and struck her pale hand holding the utensil, leaving a red mark.

With a slight frown yet beautiful demeanor, Yuchuan Ayaka simply shook her hand and no longer paid attention to Xia Yu’s side.

She, too, needed to discard any distractions and focus wholeheartedly on performing her ’killer’ dish.

The venue remained quiet.

After the ice-breaking, the 3-cubic-meter ice block had successfully ’slimmed down,’ shrinking by more than a full size, and Xia Yu finally set down the "Breaking Army Saber" in his hand, slipping it back into the sharkskin sheath and arranging it neatly.

He switched to the "Wenqu Saber," ready for the actual carving process.

"From now on, there can be no trace of carelessness!"

Holding the carving knife, Xia Yu took a deep breath and stood for a few minutes, adjusting his mindset to the most satisfactory state before he swiftly made his move!

Even faster!

Amidst the mist, the young man’s hands fluttered up and down like butterflies weaving through flowers, extremely agile.

The camera captured only his hands, the carving knife seemingly vanished, and viewers could only occasionally catch a glimpse of a silvery white streak, followed by a spray of fine ice particles.

The guest area.

"Yi, can you see his knife clearly?" Guan He cutely widened her eyes.

Guan Yi actually really wanted to scoff, but he was also shocked, and after a long while, he managed to squeeze out a sentence, "...Can’t see it! It’s too fast!"

"Is this guy really only sixteen years old? Not even training with a knife in the womb could be this terrifying!" Guan Yi realized that the knife skills he took pride in among his peers paled in comparison to that of the young man on stage, making him feel inferior.

"Light!"

"Smooth!"

Next to him, from the Hong Kong Chef Alliance, Guan Xingchen couldn’t help but speak out in praise, "Such a rhythmic movement, it’s like a performance of knife skills, it shouldn’t appear in such a young man!"

"Yes, brimming with confidence!"

Another voice echoed, actually using perfectly pronounced Chinese.

Guan Xingchen was startled and glanced sideways, seeing a square-faced middle-aged man who slightly smiled and introduced himself, "I am Shen He, the head chef from Danfei Building. I have long admired your great reputation, Chef Guan!"

The middle-aged man made a fist-to-palm salute, somewhat embodying the spirit of the worldly society.

"Fortunate to meet you, fortunate indeed!" Guan Xingchen also returned the fist-to-palm salute.

Shen He, regardless of whether Guan Xingchen wanted to listen, leisurely said, "Actually, I met Chef Xia already, probably about three months ago, Chef Xia even came to me for culinary advice..."

Upon hearing this.

Guan He and Guan Yi cast idiotic and disgusted looks at him, thinking, "Isn’t this too much of a self-aggrandizement?"

"Ahem!"

But Shen He, unabashed, said, "Actually, speaking of how I got acquainted with Chef Xia, it all started with a cooking battle three months ago..."

Now, not to mention Guan Xingchen’s group who was listening to the story.

The director gave Xia Yu a long close-up shot, seeing him always focused, crouching in front of the ice sculpture, with no choice but to switch to another angle, moving the camera back to Yuchuan Ayaka’s side.

"Snap!"

At this moment, Yuchuan Ayaka, with her back to the camera, took out a 6-inch square-sized cake base from the oven with a lit indicator.

It was a Chiffon Cake!

But clearly, Yuchuan Ayaka didn’t plan to use this cake base directly for her dish; she took a knife and sliced the cake horizontally into several pieces.

Several baked cake bases were laid out flat on the clean countertop, and the rich and aromatic scent of the cake instantly invaded the noses of the audience, causing many to change their expression at the smell.

"Does an ordinary Chiffon Cake have such a rich flavor?" Morioka Makoto covered her mouth with both hands, her eyes filled with surprise.

"Sugar, eggs, milk... even the flour isn’t ordinary materials! In terms of ingredients, it is true perfection, leaving no stone unturned!"

Tiqie Eriina bit her thumb, sensing something ominous, "Moreover, she has mixed matcha powder into the Chiffon Cake!"

Yes.

The slices of cake cut by Yuchuan Ayaka showed a refreshing green cross-section, and many spectators felt their appetites stirred just by looking, not to mention the rich fragrance gradually spreading throughout the venue, a sound of swallowing saliva echoing.

"Milk, light cream, they are dairy products from ’cow, pig, bird’."

"Her ’lethal’ recipe, does it have a second Fantasy Ingredient? If so, what could it be..."

Tiqie Eriina’s heart felt alarmed, her gaze fixated on Yuchuan Ayaka’s busy countertop.

The remaining, unused ingredients.

There was a box of chocolate without any brand label.

There was also a sealed bottle, also with no brand label, and even wrapped in layers of cloth.

Which one held the secret?

Just as she thought this, Eriina’s pupils suddenly dilated.

In the shot, after cutting the cake slices, Yuchuan Ayaka turned and picked up the bottle!

She slowly, layer by layer unwrapped the cloth around the bottle.

The moment the liquor bottle was fully exposed, the large screen above the venue was occupied by a seven-colored glow.

Tiqie Eriina nearly suffocated, exclaiming in her heart, "What is this?!"