Reborn in Japan as a Chef God
Chapter 420 - 419: Showing Up at the Door

Chapter 420: Chapter 419: Showing Up at the Door

That evening, Xia Yu returned to the shopping street and summoned Morioka Makki and Niho Fuyuka throughout the night.

"Here, take this—"

Xia Yu pointed at two neatly written notes on the table.

For the excellent first-year students who were about to participate in the "Autumn Selection," he treated everyone equally. It was fun only if everyone had a cheat. Just two or three people contending wouldn’t stir up any waves.

"What’s this? Recipes?"

Niho Fuyuka glanced at them and, astonished, said, "These are curry recipes, this..."

She carefully observed Xia Yu’s expression.

"Instructor, this seems a bit against the rules." Fuyuka said.

"Rules?"

Xia Yu tilted his head, his lips curling into a foxy smile, "I gave you curry recipes that strictly involve a kind of Fantasy Spice. That doesn’t break any rules, right? Because, you see, I’m just teaching you how to use Fantasy Ingredients."

"This is content that you can’t learn in Far Moon classrooms!" He blinked.

"But—"

Niho Fuyuka glanced at Morioka Makki, who was joyfully looking over the recipe, and hesitated slightly: "I planned to showcase my signature in the first round of the ’Autumn Selection,’ so this curry recipe won’t help me at all; instead, it might distract me!"

"Your signature?"

"Medicinal meals?" Xia Yu propped his chin, "So, you’ve decided on your recipe?"

Niho Fuyuka lowered her head and said:

"Yes, the preliminary concept revolves around a Four-Agent Decoction created with angelica, peony, rehmannia, and Sichuan lovage. Instructor Xia, you are also proficient in medicinal meals, so you should know that many ingredients used, like turmeric, star anise, and fennel seeds, are actually spices, which makes medicinal dishes fit the ’curry dish’ theme!"

She felt somewhat embarrassed saying this in front of a true master of medicinal meals, and a sense of shame brought a flush to her cheeks.

"Then stick to your idea, your recipe!" Xia Yu clapped his hands, his lips curving up, "I remember there is a kind of widely promoted Fantasy Turmeric that should be usable in your medicinal meal recipe."

At those words, Niho Fuyuka was overjoyed.

"But I won’t give you the recipe directly."

Xia Yu shrugged, "When the turmeric arrives tomorrow, I’ll draft a recipe framework for you."

He was merely providing an approach to solving the problem, not the solution itself.

...

News always spread quickly.

A few days later.

The farming at the plantation was complete, and Xia Yu was in the living quarters of his own shop, deeply engrossed in the weighty books left by an old man.

At the branch, Yuchuan Ayaka, who had successfully been promoted to head chef, was hosting several unexpected guests.

It was broad daylight, and the branch wasn’t open for business yet, so these visitors were naturally prestigious guests not accounted for in the reservations.

Yuchuan Xin, Aoki Motota, and a peeking young man sat in private room number one.

Yuchuan Ayaka served hot tea and then sat demurely beside the tea table.

This scene made the House Chief of the Yuchuan Family hesitate in his words.

"I say, junior sister, you’re doing quite well!"

Aoki looked Yuchuan Ayaka up and down, noting her rosy complexion and spirited appearance, and became oddly curious, "That kid really hasn’t..."

He stopped there, feeling embarrassed.

"No." Yuchuan Ayaka’s voice was faint, revealing no emotion.

"Senior sister!"

The young man was Shanben Xiaoshu, who had once attended the same training class as Xia Yu. This guy was also a disciple of Shi Lin Temple, and he still couldn’t believe that the unrivaled Great Demon King in his eyes had actually been disastrously defeated by a young special-grade chef.

"AAAAH!"

Shanben Xiaoshu, looking at the woman kneeling there as if she had been successfully tamed, felt his fairy-tale kingdom collapsing within him, his teeth gritted tightly, his eyes shooting out flames of anger.

"Senior sister, I will definitely redeem you, rest assured!"

"I’ll snatch you back!"

With that, Shanben Xiaoshu sprang to his feet, ready to rush out the door to find the culprit and initiate a duel to take back the person.

Slap!

Who knew Yuchuan Ayaka slightly raised an eyebrow and stretched out a foot, while the furious Shanben Xiaoshu wasn’t looking where he was going? Thus, a tragedy ensued—he fell face-first onto the tatami mat with a thump, rolling over with his face imprinted with the creases of the tatami.

"Hey, are you dead?"

Shanben Xiaoshu groggily opened his eyes.

Aoki Motota squatted next to him, squinting as he spoke, and slapped his head while shaking his head in disbelief.

"Can’t you do Shi Lin Temple proud? You can’t even present equivalent terms; how do you expect others to duel you in culinary battles?" he chided, frowning. "At least pass the autumn special-level assessments first!"

Shanben Xiaoshu fell silent.

Ding! Ding!

The entrance bell of the branch shop rattled.

At the reception, Ichise Hui went to open the door, welcoming in a few distinguished guests.

"Minister Shinohara!"

"Lady Indira!"

Ichise Hui immediately bowed deeply.

The branch was already quiet, and the noises from private room number one were distinctly heard by Indira and Shinohara Shigetaro.

"Aoki!"

Stopping in front of the room, Shinohara Shigetaro said amusedly, "You took leave today just to have a lavish meal at Xia’s Restaurant?"

Whoosh—

The door slid open, and upon seeing his direct superior, Aoki Motota froze and blurted, "Minister, you’ve come despite your busy schedule?"

"Uh, Lady Indira?" He glanced toward the woman from India, quickly greeting her.

He was even more puzzled.

Since the last summer special-level assessment, Indira had returned to the IGO headquarters for a while now. What was she doing in Japan this time? She could spare the time to visit Xia’s Restaurant...

His mind was full of uncertainties and suspicions.

Eventually, they all gathered in the same private room.

Ichise Hui went to call the manager over.

Thus,

Xia Yu appeared in the private room.

He saw Indira, the Lin Chef known as the contemporary Spice Empress of India, who was also gazing at him.

With this, Xia Yu estimated why she had come.

To accuse him?

He shook his head. He had used the Fantasy Moon Tangerine Leaf in practice, and she would only be too delighted.

After all, as the discoverer of the ingredient, Indira undoubtedly hoped that her "Indra Moon Orange" would become known worldwide by chefs.

This was about reputation.

Sensing the tension, even Shanben Xiaoshu, who was glaring at Xia Yu, silently closed his mouth. In this room, he was the junior, and everyone else’s culinary skills were of a godly level.

"I heard from Professor Xijian Run that you used my Fantasy Spices in practice?" Indira got straight to the point.

Xia Yu hummed affirmatively, turned, and signaled to an intern outside to bring paper and a pen. He wrote down a curry recipe for her right then and there.

It wasn’t anything precious.

"An interesting concept!"

"The mount’s momentum!"

Indira repeatedly examined the recipe, praising aloud, "I bet the dish made from it has a robust flavor!"

She merely read the recipe and roughly guessed the flavor of the curry.

"I also have a recipe here..."

To everyone’s astonishment and confusion, the female Lin Chef also took paper and a pen, wrote down a recipe, and handed it to a frowning Xia Yu, "Would you mind checking where it needs adjustments?"

"Besides, I’ll also try modifying your recipe."

The contemporary Spice Empress of India, Indira, cast a playful look at Xia Yu.

Was this considered a battle of wits?

Xia Yu was momentarily taken aback; the system popped up a notification.