Reborn in Japan as a Chef God
Chapter 407 - 406: Forbidden Dishes (Part 2)

Chapter 407: Chapter 406: Forbidden Dishes (Part 2)

What on earth!

Seeing the stunned expression flashing across Yuchuan Ayaka’s face, Xia Yu felt something was terribly wrong and twisted around to bolt.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang...

So, along the way, tables and chairs were tripped over one after another.

He hadn’t run a few steps when Xia Yu suddenly stopped, realization hitting him even in his dim state—my hair, MY HAIR!

He reached back to grab it!

The feel of it in that instant was like silky damask, but Xia Yu had no time to enjoy it; his arm trembled, flipping a strand of hair over his shoulder to his front.

Thump! Thump!

He stumbled backward in shock.

Holding the hair in his hand, yet it still trailed on the ground, one could only imagine its length.

A verse floated through Xia Yu’s mind, nearly making him burst into recitation:

Should my hair reach my waist, would it please a young man to marry me?

But damn it, I’m not the marrying kind!

Moreover, this was beyond hair reaching the waist—how about the butt? Worse yet, hair trailing on the ground!

A wave of laughter broke through Xia Yu’s rambling runaway thoughts.

"Ha, haha, hahaha...

After the shock, Yuchuan Ayaka was leaning on the small shop’s threshold, rocking back and forth with laughter, hands clutching her belly in no time, her body quivering non-stop as she laughed.

I just—

Xia Yu felt like cursing.

So this is the transformation promised by the Taboo Kirin-level Dishes?

Hair growing long—a load of crap! Got me excited for nothing!

Hurriedly rushing upstairs to the living quarters, Xia Yu was taken aback upon checking the bathroom mirror.

Hairy beast.

Hair as colorful as a rainbow, almost enveloping him.

This is beyond a countryside special.

Heading to the bedroom to find scissors, Xia Yu regained his composure, sitting on the tatami, gathering all his hair in front, and snipping at it—with each clip of the scissors, they seemed to fight back, and it took all his strength to cut even a strand.

He grabbed his phone and called up his childhood friend.

So, ten minutes later, Makki panted upstairs, Yuchuan Ayaka having slipped off her shoes to follow.

Both noticed the boy with the colorful long hair, focused on his hair as he sat with two pairs of bent scissors on the tea table before him.

"Wow!"

Makki covered her mouth, kneeling behind Xia Yu, fondling his hair, "It’s so smooth! So sleek!"

Xia Yu rolled his eyes.

"Come on, help—" Xia Yu passed a shiny knife back to her.

"With a knife? Also, is this really not a wig?" Makki’s playful side kicked in as she tugged at his hair, noticing Xia Yu didn’t seem in pain, which puzzled her even more, "Doesn’t it hurt when I pull like this?"

"It doesn’t hurt one bit, just hurry up and cut!" Xia Yu was thoroughly uncomfortable.

"Hold on!"

Makki paused in thought, turning around to fetch a large, clear, white, thin film from nowhere, laying it on the tatami, urging Xia Yu to sit, then she took the shiny little knife he offered, snipping away quite a bit of hair.

The harsh sound of cutting echoed noticeably in the living room.

Yuchuan Ayaka hadn’t caught Xia Yu indulging in the Taboo Kirin-level Dish initially; just arriving at the shop, she saw a colorful hairball seated and let out a scream that disturbed the entire shopping street.

At this moment, her curiosity peaked.

Ultimately, curiosity conquered the initial strangeness. She too knelt behind Xia Yu, lifting a lock of cut hair that Makki had left on her palm to examine closely.

She even grabbed a strand to pull hard, her face mirroring shock afterward.

"So resilient!"

Testing a few strands, they were all the same.

Her emotions churned; she wasn’t some demure damsel. Having trained at Shi Lin Temple since childhood, her martial arts advanced side by side with her cooking skills, not as thrilled as those ’Gourmet Cell’ freaks from the "Gourmet Club," but still a rare small master in the modern city.

Born from Shi Lin Temple, her perspective was much broader than that of ordinary chefs.

She was well aware of the dark side of the culinary world.

Likewise, she also knew of the wilds beyond the human realm, where strange beings existed; she had even seen Master Yizhen at Shi Lin Temple mingling and sharing drinks with a Great Demon, all smiles and laughter.

Right!

Suddenly, her heart shook.

"Could it be that sort of thing..." Yuchuan Ayaka’s hands trembled.

But then she denied herself.

On Xia Yu’s body was unmistakably a deep IGO mark, ’Gourmet Cells’ were taboo within the IGO, and those old guys at the headquarters would never allow chefs to arbitrarily inject Gourmet Cells, causing an overflow of Gourmet Demons and disrupting the world’s balance.

The ’Gourmet Society’ stood on the opposite side of IGO.

Their Lin Chefs could already control their own Gourmet Cells, their own Demon Stomachs.

Apart from the terrifying force, Lin Chefs of the ’Gourmet Society’ also had some little-known, almost divine level skills... for instance, activating cells, silently enhancing the quality of Fantasy Ingredients.

But this method also had its limitations; it wasn’t something one could use whenever one wished.

Compatibility was one of the conditions.

If the compatibility wasn’t right, forcing a change in the ingredients by the ’Gourmet Society’ Lin Chefs would only cause the molecular structure of the ingredients to collapse.

Of course.

In Yuchuan Ayaka’s view, the most terrifying part about those people was the supernatural abilities derived from controlling Gourmet Cells.

When she went out hunting for ingredients, she had encountered a bizarre woman with long fingernails.

Anyone scratched by this woman’s nails, whether human, animal, or those powerful exotic creatures, would all be anaesthetized and paralyzed within seconds.

"Don’t just sit there idly, you help too—"

Xia Yu shot a glance her way.

By the time Yuchuan Ayaka reacted, she had already been handed a small knife.

Soon, the long trailing hair had turned into a pile of hair strands.

What was more bizarre was,

when Xia Yu stood up, the hair strands laid on the white thin mat paper quickly dimmed, and finally faded from their initial shiny color, turned black, dry, and yellow.

With a gentle step, crack, it felt like stepping on extremely withered leaves, crushing the hair strands with one step.

"Ah, Yu—"

Makki suddenly covered her mouth pointing at him.

Yuchuan Ayaka then handed over a small mirror, "Take a look for yourself."

So,

looking at his reflection in the mirror, his mid-short colorful hair visibly reverted back to its natural color at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Seeing this, Xia Yu let out a long sigh of relief.

"Thank goodness! It can recover!"

He could hardly imagine himself with a dyed wild hairstyle, meeting reporters, greeting customers, or attending classes at Far Moon.

Ding.

At that moment, the system message arrived belatedly:

"Demon·Gourmet Cell Activation level 86%..."

"Food completely digested, activation halted!"

Uh.

Xia Yu instantly understood the situation, his eyes filled with astonishment.

"Taboo Kirin-level Dishes, containing active Gourmet Cells?" he thought suddenly. "The so-called taboo, the so-called Qilin-level, were indeed beyond ordinary food levels?"

Active Gourmet Cells!

Can be absorbed through eating and digestion!

So, was the key to Taboo Kirin-level Dishes in activating the features of the ingredients, making the cells hidden within the ingredients active and easier to absorb?

Xia Yu’s mind was in turmoil.

He had too many disjointed thoughts.

Not using scientific methods to extract cells from the taboo Fantasy Ingredients but instead using them in cooking to stimulate activity, there must be a trick here.

Perhaps, this was the fundamental reason why the status of chefs had gradually risen since the history of World War II.