Reborn in Japan as a Chef God
Chapter 405 - 404: The Reward Has Arrived

Chapter 405: Chapter 404: The Reward Has Arrived

The night of the end of the shokugeki.

Tiqie Mansion.

"He won."

The Far Moon Commander sat on the corridor, looking at the small pond in the courtyard, a corner of the full moon reflecting on the water’s surface.

"Yes..."

Xia Qing responded on the other end of the phone, "I will trouble you to take care of him for now, as I am preparing for the next match."

"The Hong Kong Chef Alliance..."

"As long as it’s not a Dark Chef, you don’t need to interfere, let them investigate."

Hearing this, the Far Moon Commander was slightly stunned.

He hung up the phone.

Raising his eyebrows, Xianzuowen turned to see his granddaughter standing at the door of the tea room.

Tiqie Helinai had evidently just returned from the academy, as she hadn’t even changed out of her uniform skirt. She stood at the doorway and asked softly, "Was it Senior Xia?"

Xianzuowen nodded.

"Helinai, for the month of summer vacation, you’re going to intern at Xia’s Restaurant, Alice will also go," he suddenly said.

Helinai’s face was shadowed, showing no discernible emotion of happiness or sadness.

She lowered her head and thought for a moment, "Can I bring Hizaki with me?"

"I suppose he would accept that."

Tiqie Xianzuowen said with a hint of deeper meaning.

Meanwhile.

Polar Star Dormitory.

In the late-night kitchen, Xingping Chuangzhen, who had once again lost to his father, unlike usual when he would shout and scream, sat silently holding chopsticks, his thoughts drifting back to the shokugeki match during the golden hours a few hours ago.

The ice sculpture peacock shimmered with five colors of divine light.

The final sauce completed the jigsaw of the "killer dish," a fish carving medley.

Xingping Chuangzhen could imagine how many people tonight lay sleepless, immersed in the frenzy of discussions.

"So, how many times have you lost to me now?"

Saito Chiyokuro stood with arms crossed in front of the dining table.

Shaking his head, only the father and son remained in the late-night kitchen; some words had been buried in his heart for a long time, finally spoken out at this moment.

"Dad... Do I really have talent?"

Xingping Chuangzhen slightly lowered his head, his hands clenched into fists on the table.

Upon hearing this, Chiyokuro smiled.

As expected.

Peers were too dazzling. They were all first-year students, yet others were consistently ahead. He could only gaze up from the foot of the mountain, unable to even see their shadows, his view obscured by layers of trees, and couldn’t find the path forward. Anyone would feel lost, standing still at the foot of the mountain.

"Chuangzhen, what do you think talent is?" Chiyokuro asked.

"Like Miss Tiqie’s ’Divine Tongue’ or Miss Yuchuan’s ’super hearing,’ there are so many..." Xingping Chuangzhen’s eyes showed confusion.

"What about your Instructor Xia’s talent?"

He was momentarily taken aback.

Xingping Chuangzhen couldn’t answer because Xia Yu never deliberately showcased his talents.

He just cooked and served dishes.

Talent?

That sort of thing was no more than a tool for cooking.

His eyes slowly brightened. Xingping Chuangzhen understood something.

"I hate it when people talk about talent and gifted abilities at the drop of a hat!"

Chiyokuro put away his smile, displaying an uncharacteristically serious expression, "Talent and gifted abilities that are too dazzling can overshadow a chef’s hard work and sweat! At times and places unknown to you, they are engrossed in practice, pouring their passion into cooking."

"Have you seen the efforts of Miss Tiqie or Miss Yuchuan?"

"Do you know how much your Instructor Xia worked to be able to reverse and defeat Miss Yuchuan?"

Saying this, Chiyokuro stepped forward and patted his son’s shoulder.

"So, don’t easily use talent and gifted abilities to summarize a chef’s achievements. That’s like seeing only one leaf and blocking your own view. More importantly, when you think a chef’s achievements are due to talent, Chuangzhen, you will subconsciously develop a slackened attitude, continuously pondering if a talentless self can catch up with others..."

Xingping Chuangzhen opened his mouth, unable to refute.

"In my view, my son is the strongest!"

Then, Chiyokuro gave a thumbs-up, winking at his stunned son.

After sitting for a while, Xingping Chuangzhen energetically stood up, "Dad, let’s compete once more, a real duel. This time, I’ll show you my progress this semester!"

An hour later.

When Xingping Chuangzhen served a dish, Chiyokuro tasted it with a spoon, displaying a look of astonishment.

Clang!

The spoon fell into the dish, and Chiyokuro closely watched his son, asking, "...Is this the budding of a culinary heart?"

"Hey!"

Removing the white headband, Xingping Chuangzhen beamed brightly, "Sorry for the poor serving!"

...

The Shopping Street.

Silence reigned for a night.

Returning from Far Moon, Xia Yu went straight to the living quarters of the main shop and fell asleep.

He woke up groggily during the day, stretching and looking at the alarm clock by his bed.

Ha.

He couldn’t help but shake his head with a smile. It was already past noon, an unfamiliar lazy rest. Since immersing himself in the world of culinary arts, Xia Yu hadn’t woken up this late. He usually spent every possible moment in the Chef God Space, greedily absorbing various culinary knowledge.

He got up, lazily washed, and went downstairs to make himself a meal.

Breakfast and lunch combined.

But when he looked into the pantry, Xia Yu was dumbfounded. The shelves were empty, and the fridge only had a few bags of frozen dumplings, no meat at all. Imagining making noodles without broth, with a taste so picky his stomach would surely refuse it.

There was no point in checking the branch.

The reason was simple: Xia’s Restaurant had been closed for at least a month. Before setting off for Kamakura, Xia Yu had already cleared the ingredients. He had spent the last two days at the Morioka family, busy with the shokugeki, not resuming normal business. Where would the ingredients come from?

"Let’s resume business tomorrow!"

Scratching his head, Xia Yu could only go to the Morioka household for a meal.

Later, he chatted idly with Makki there, browsed Twitter online, and when he returned home, it was already past four in the afternoon.

Upon reaching home, there was a car parked outside.

Xia Yu glanced at it, immediately putting away his lazy demeanor, a slight smile on his lips.

Slam.

The car door opened, and the head of the Yuchuan family, one of the "Four Houses," Yuchuan Xin, was the first to step out.

"Chef Xia!"

Yuchuan Xin bowed at ninety degrees.

Even though Xia Yu was much younger than him, not even the age of his two daughters, he dared not show the slightest negligence.

After all, in the culinary world, those who excel in skills come first. A chef possessing a "killer" recipe in this hierarchical pyramid realm stood at an obvious pinnacle. Yuchuan Xin was only "Special Grade Two Stars," still some distance from "Special Level Three Stars," let alone above the three stars’ "killer" domain.

"Hello, Mr. Yuchuan."

Xia Yu nodded.

He naturally knew why Yuchuan Xin had come.

The other passenger in the car remained motionless, and after standing for a bit, Yuchuan Xin showed a trace of embarrassment, crouched down, and knocked on the car window.

Then.

A beautiful woman alighted from the car.

Compared to before the shokugeki match, the woman’s aura had noticeably dimmed. A light makeup couldn’t conceal the exhaustion on her face, with dark circles present, and her eyes lacked the previous arrogance, akin to a proud cat retracting its claws.

The reward for the shokugeki had arrived home.