Reborn in Japan as a Chef God
Chapter 429 - 428: The Formidable A Group Full of Powerhouses

Chapter 429: Chapter 428: The Formidable A Group Full of Powerhouses

Clang——

With a clear striking sound,

The cooking segment began.

"Sizzle sizzle sizzle..."

Within a few minutes, the sound of pork being stir-fried in hot oil drew everyone’s attention.

Mizuhu Yumei held the wok, inside which was brightly colored pork belly.

The strong aroma spread out as she tossed and turned the meat, captivating the students in the audience, their mouths watering uncontrollably.

"So fragrant!"

"The smell of pork and spices are tightly entwined!"

"It’s a direct assault on the brain’s nerves!"

Sichuan pepper!

Xijian Run, Roland Chapele, Xia Yu, and Dojima Yin were sitting together on the VIP observation deck.

Roland Chapele said, "She used Sichuan pepper, this spice not only has a rich aroma and a numbing spiciness that can make the tongue tingle, it also helps eliminate the undesired gamey taste of pork!"

Xijian Run said, "This student, Mizuhu Yumei, is it? The Sichuan pepper she used is in granular form, left at the stage of coarse grinding. This form, as opposed to finely ground pepper powder, accentuates the fragrance!"

The group of teachers at the VIP seats nodded.

"Woooh!"

"Yumei, I’m watching you, go for it——"

Suddenly, a thunderous shout burst from the crowd of students, ’Curry Rice Research Association’ leader, second-year student Koishi Katsuyoshi, ran to the railing and exaggeratedly waved his arms, acting as a cheerleader.

Mizuhu Yumei was rendered speechless, her cheeks burning with an embarrassed annoyance.

She took several deep breaths and ignored the cheers.

"How are the others doing?"

With this thought persistent in her mind, Mizuhu Yumei, while tossing the food in her wok, lifted her head to glance at the nearby cooking stations.

Not far away,

Hei Muzhang Liang had just ground a bowl of spices into a uniform powder.

"Swish——"

He untied the towel from his right hand and tied it around his forehead. In an instant, the young man, who had previously looked listless with dark circles under his eyes, now had a sharp look, emanating an intense aura.

It was an instant transformation from a homebody to a street tough, astonishing many onlookers.

Like two different people!

"What’s that guy up to..."

Mizuhu Yumei’s pupils constricted as she saw Hei Muzhang Liang take out a large fresh lobster from the ingredient box.

Then, gripping a chef’s knife, he moved with the fleeting brilliance of light!

"So fast!"

"So skilled!"

Just by observing Hei Muzhang Liang’s back as he processed seafood, Mizuhu Yumei’s forehead broke into a sweat, and she felt a heavy stone weigh down her heart.

The pressure!

An unnamed force!

Actually, it wasn’t just Mizuhu Yumei. The students at several nearby cooking stations looked up with faces full of fear.

Dojima Yin watched and praised: "Such clean and decisive techniques, this student, he’s Alice’s underling, right? He definitely has rich experience as a front-line head chef, something you can’t learn in school."

Xia Yu nodded in agreement and turned his gaze toward Shen Liangzi, who was cutting vegetables quietly and serenely.

This gentle and softly featured girl, also dressed in a clean white chef’s uniform, had a voluptuous figure with her bangs cascading over her abundant chest curve and spilling to the sides.

This Liangzi was not the other Liangzi.

However, compared to the quiet Liangzi Lina, Shen Liangzi’s tranquil composure painted a beautiful scene that was always appreciated.

She and Sen Tian Makki were like two delicate and beautiful flowers amid the bustling event, unaffected by the external environment.

"What a pity!"

Exhaling these two words, Xia Yu shook his head gently.

"A pity about what?" Dojima Yin was taken aback.

"Her Culinary Kingdom is a bit narrow," Xia Yu frowned, "Koji preparation is her speciality. Koji also means malted grain, and it’s a base ingredient in brewing, including rice koji and salt koji branches..."

"Brewed cooking, eh?"

Dojima Yin pondered.

Suddenly, the venue was filled with commotion.

The much-anticipated Yashan Liang had placed a sea bream head on the cooking station and began kneading dough with baking powder, baking soda, and yogurt.

The group of teachers in the VIP seats showed disappointment.

Naan with curry? A very common pairing. The teachers thought that Xijian Run’s student would have more creative ideas; they didn’t expect him to conform to a popularized recipe.

But the cooking segment had only just begun.

Quickly.

When Yashan Liang sequentially added a variety of spices into the cooking pot, a tangible scent of spices began wafting through the air.

"Not enough!"

"Lemongrass!"

Yashan Liang, expressionless, grabbed some finely chopped spices and sprinkled them into the pot.

"Still not enough—"

Finally, his gaze shifted to a glass bottle set aside.

The venue cameras timely gave a close-up of the glass bottle.

Thus, a few vibrant green tender leaves appeared on the big screen above.

What are these?

Students stirred, whispering among themselves.

Most teachers were baffled, pointing at the screen’s fresh spices, unable to recognize them.

"It’s curry leaves!"

"From the Rutaceae family, a kind of fantasy spice!" Mizuhu Yumei explained with a tense expression to Roland Chapele beside her, but beneath her glasses were a pair of incredibly puzzled and uncertain eyes.

In her Mizuhu Personal Research Institute, she didn’t have such fresh Fantasy Moon Tangerine Leaves!

Where did Liang get this ingredient?

Mizuhu Yumei felt a surge to burst into the venue and ask for a thorough explanation, but her clenched fist rested on her knee, and she held back.

Hmm?

Upon hearing this, Roland Chapele’s perennially stoic face was swiftly covered in astonishment.

Bang!

He stood up abruptly, "Has ’Autumn Elections’ finally seen a first-year who can handle Fantasy Ingredients?"

As a Professor Far Moon, Roland Chapele was naturally both shocked and delighted.

The magic interpretation began.

With a pop, Yashan Liang opened the cork of the oak bottle, sniffed the emerging scent, and closed his eyes in rapture. After a moment, he abruptly opened his eyes and tossed two tender leaves into the pot!

"Boom"

A fountain of spices.

The entire Group A venue seemed to shake continuously due to an invisible vibration.

A gargantuan made of spice whirlwinds stood up, beating its chest and roaring to the sky, shimmering with Yashan Liang’s personal mark.

"Eh..."

Sitting with legs crossed and leaning on the chair armrest, Chiben Natsuka, who was initially bored, inhaled the scent that shot skyward and spread in all directions, stretching her fair neck with visible veins on her skin.

"It seems there’s still something quite interesting here!" Her eyes widened as she murmured to herself.

The venue went from noisy to dead silent.

Cameras switched frantically, the cameramen seeking the glass bottles on every contestant’s cooking station.

Tick, tick, tick.

One after another, the glass bottles, the similar tender leaves, left the cameramen stunned.

And the guest seat teachers, they too exaggeratedly gaped in disbelief.

Especially Mizuhu Yumei, who seemed petrified in her seat.

"Why suddenly, are there so many fresh Moon Tangerine Leaves?" She touched her hot forehead, feeling as if she woke up this morning and loaded the wrong save file, entering another parallel universe.

"That guy Yashan Liang..."

One of the Polar Star Dormitory members, the usually taciturn Iwazaki Jun, glanced at Yashan Liang who was making a scene and scoffed inwardly before suddenly uncovering his own spice-smoking pot and sprinkled a few Moon Tangerine leaves into it, mixing them with other spices.

Whoosh—

A faint sound of a gust of wind was heard.

Waves of fragrance formed a haze, enveloping Iwazaki Jun, his figure becoming blurred and indistinct.

At this moment, Xingping Chuangzhen, who had been sitting cross-legged on a small stool asleep for an hour, was awoken by the clashing and mingling scents in the hall. He wiped the drool from his mouth corner, scratched his head, and stood up.

"Oh, has the battle begun?"

Xingping Chuangzhen yawned and lifted the lid of a pot on the stove.

"Fantasy Moon Tangerine Leaf, I have it too!"

His mouth curved into a confident smile as he casually tossed the leaves into the pot.

But then, his expression slightly froze.

Because suddenly, a real whirlwind of spices swept through the hall.

So powerful, and yet so heartwarming.

Wait!

What’s with this heart-pounding sensation?

Xingping Chuangzhen rested one hand on the cooking station and the other over his heart as his pupils dilated from the sudden shock.