Reborn in Japan as a Chef God
Chapter 430 - 429: Comes from a Notable Background

Chapter 430: Chapter 429: Comes from a Notable Background

Xingping Chuangzhen was shocked.

Thump thump!

His heartbeat accelerated.

The lethargy from just waking up was swept away by this whirlwind of spices, and he felt lively and vivacious.

It was a very familiar feeling.

Realizing this, Xingping Chuangzhen looked in the direction of the source and saw the girl quietly stirring the filling, and he exhaled, "It is Makki, as expected..."

He covered his chest with his hand, distinctly feeling the powerful surges of his heart within his ribcage.

Compared to before, Xingping Chuangzhen found that his resistance to these emotions grew weaker and weaker...

No, that was not right!

He silently shook his head.

It wasn’t that his resistance was weakening, but rather that Sen Tian Makoto’s method of adding spices had become more ferocious, almost otherworldly!

He looked around.

A competitive atmosphere that had been created not easily by the enthusiasm and fighting spirit of the contestants now dissipated into nothingness under the spice storm of Sen Tian Makoto.

"It’s her!"

"It’s Makki!"

"Her scent of spices also carries a strong personal signature!"

It wasn’t just Xingping Chuangzhen, but others, Shen Liangzi, Iwazaki Jun, and even Yashan Liang, who was cooking his own dish, all cast admiring glances at Sen Tian Makoto.

"Indeed, she is an opponent worthy of serious consideration!" Yashan Liang thought to himself.

...

Time flew by rapidly.

From the moment each student started mixing their spices until the final stages of completion, another hour had passed unnoticed.

There was a three-hour time limit for the cooking segment.

But shortly after two hours, students began to finish their dishes one after another.

The line of students waiting for evaluation grew longer and longer.

Kawashima Reika, the familiar female host, was assigned to Group B, so in Group A, her place was taken by an exceptionally beautiful girl named Sasaki Yua, whose enthusiastic voice filled the venue:

"The evaluation phase is up next!"

"There are five judges in total, each with the right to award 20 points, meaning that the total score for the dish is the sum of the points given by the five judges, for a total of 100 points! The contestants who score in the top four will advance to the quarterfinal knockout round!"

"So, the first one is—"

The camera timely focused on the first boy to present his dish.

The boy swallowed, visibly nervous, as he placed his dish on the judge’s table and unveiled it, with the camera giving a long close-up of the dish.

At the guest seat, a group of teachers were already nodding.

It was a very elegant curry rice, fairly well-made with a rich color.

Chiben Natsuka sat with her arms crossed, inhaled through her nose indifferently, and said, "This is a highly representative curry from North India, based on the ’acidic chicken curry’ framework. The completion is just mediocre. If this is the standard for Far Moon students, I might have to return disappointed."

She sat motionless, with not a hint of appetite.

The other four judges each picked up a spoon, scooped up some curry, mixed it with the rice, and tasted it.

Chewing!

The venue fell silent.

On the giant screen above, only images of the judges enjoying their food were seen.

"It’s unexpectedly good!" an elder judge praised, "The specially mixed chammasala spices, with an emphasis on sourness, brought out a charming fragrance! And instead of being made into tandoori chicken, the chicken is tikka curry chicken!"

The renowned gourmet Kadota Shigeyuki nodded, looked towards the boy at the front, and said, "Young man, you have delved deeply into the study of your dish, and you’ve even considered the convenience of those tasting it!"

"Worthy of being a student from Far Moon!"

The judges were unanimous in their praise.

"Tha-thank you for the praise!" The boy was ecstatic, bowing repeatedly.

Seeing this, the female host raised her hand and said, "Then, please, judges, give your scores and let’s see what the first contestant’s scores are!"

"Wow—"

The female host counted down from 5 to 0, and as her voice fell, the scoreboards in front of the judges flashed, simultaneously revealing five scores.

"The scores are out!"

"5 points, 3 points, 5 points, 5 points... ah, Ms. Chiben gave 0 points, so the total score is 18 points!" The female host blurted out in one breath, surprising even herself.

points!

The A-group hall went silent in an instant.

What’s going on!

The audience, ready to cheer, looked as if they were choked, their expressions extraordinary.

The male student himself turned pale, stumbling several steps back, unable to accept the result. The sensation of plummeting to rock bottom in an instant was naturally unpleasant.

"Eighteen points?!" he clutched his head and almost hysterically shouted, "There must be some mistake, right? The total score is 100 points. Why do I only have 18 points! Didn’t you just give a high appraisal, why..."

The four judges had put down their silver spoons, their faces uniformly indifferent.

Without tasting a bite, Chiben Natsuka dismissively said, "Shut up!"

"Who do you think we are?"

Bang!

A palm slammed onto the table as Chiben Natsuka spoke with a stern face: "When the judges praise you, saying you did well, it’s only from a student’s perspective. To put it simply, as a student, it’s good enough that you can produce this kind of dish. Do you know the kind of dishes we are used to seeing every day? Having grown accustomed to the cooking of top-class chefs, how could we have the appetite to come back and eat your dishes!"

"Be proud that we decided to give you a score at all rather than send you off with straight zeros. You should walk out with your chest held high, so why do you look so devastated? Now get out—"

Chiben Natsuka waved her hand dismissively in impatience.

Silence.

The students in the audience swallowed hard in unison.

They then turned to look at the five judges.

It turned out that the terrible and difficult opponents were not just the Chiben sisters.

These judges, who were big names that had greedily tasted the world’s finest foods, had too much experience in taste. Because of this, ordinary and common dishes simply couldn’t move their palates!

"18 points...?! For a dish with such a high degree of completion to not even get 20 points, terrifying!"

Xingping Chuangzhen’s hand trembled as he broke out in cold sweat on the side of his face.

Familiar plot!

Xia Yu silently watched the judges wield their power; in his position, only his words would have been more diplomatic, but the cold scores would show no mercy.

At this moment, the five professional examiners essentially held the students’ life and death in their hands!

Dojima Yin noticed his silence.

"Right!"

He suddenly said, "Instructor Xia, the judges for the quarterfinals are currently being discussed by the Ten Elite Council and the Far Moon Board of Directors, would you be interested in guest-starring as one?"

"We’ll talk about that later."

Xia Yu casually replied.

The judging continued.

The first disastrously defeated male student left the stage and the subsequent dozen male and female contestants also tasted the bitter fruit.

"Curried beef stew? No characteristics, 10 points!"

"Curry fried rice, 30 points!"

"Oh? Japanese-style curry cartilage over rice, the flavor is not bad, and it has character, 48 points!"

...

In the deadly silent atmosphere, the students approached the stage like warriors heading to battle, trembling as they went on and off.

Then, the miserable scores appeared on the large screen ranking above.

Currently in first place, with only 48 points!

"Cough, cough!"

The female host, Sasaki Yua, announced loudly: "Next up, we have contestant Hei Muzhang Liang from cooking station number 22, please."

And so, having removed his red bandana and once again looking sleepy-eyed, Hei Muzhang Liang brought forward a large bowl.

In the bowl was a resplendent orange lobster, as if it were ablaze.

The lobster’s legs and antennae were intact.

Just by looking at the beautiful colors and the shiny broth in the bowl, a chorus of hungry swallowing noises ensued.

"Hm?!"

Chiben Natsuka finally picked up the silver spoon.

"The presentation isn’t bad, rough and bold culinary style, but I didn’t expect you to finally cook such a delicate and beautiful dish!"

"But there are so many restaurants that can make lobster curry, so how many you want, there to be, what makes yours special?"

Scooping up a spoonful and tasting it, Chiben Natsuka’s eyes went wide in an instant.

Oh my!