Reborn in Japan as a Chef God
Chapter 431 - 430: Tornado of Love (Part 1)

Chapter 431: Chapter 430: Tornado of Love (Part 1)

"Heimuzhang Liang’s final score, 9.93 points!"

The female host, Sasaki Yua’s voice trembled.

The venue fell into dead silence.

Students, teachers, and extramural spectators stared dumbfounded at Heimuzhang Liang’s name, as it pushed the previously 48-point student to second place, momentarily reigning at the top with a conspicuous 93 points!

Meanwhile, the judges’ table was in disarray.

Several shrimp shells were laid out on the table.

The judges smacked their lips, the rich umami taste of shrimp brains still lingering in their mouths.

A few drops of cognac brandy, paired with saffron sauce rice, and lastly, the sucking of shrimp brains into the mouth...

"Ahhhhh!"

The feeling of one’s heart being shot through and the whole person instantaneously launched into the weightlessness of outer space.

The "Curry Queen," Chiben Natsuka hung her head, furiously wiping tears from the corners of her eyes.

She murmured, "The fervent deliciousness of the seafood, combined with the profound aroma of saffron wood... Wait, there’s also an essential mysterious spice, its flavor is so fresh, I still have that unshakable feeling of weightlessness in my head!"

Astonishing!

An indescribable aroma!

Opening her misty eyes, Chiben Natsuka called out to Heimuzhang Liang, who was about to leave the stage.

"Wait!"

"Tell me, what spice did you add to the dish?!" she demanded, eyes firmly fixed on Heimuzhang Liang’s back.

"You know about moon oranges, right? They are also known as curry leaves, but they are not ordinary curry leaves,"

Heimuzhang Liang said without turning back, waving his hand.

Curry leaves?

Chiben Natsuka was taken aback, suddenly remembering the tender leaves in the glass bottle.

"A dark horse indeed!"

The other judges watched him leave, whispering among themselves.

"I heard that the strongest student in Group A was Yashan Liang, but now a dark horse emerges. Could he possibly be clinching first place with a score of 93?"

"Who can defeat him? Where is that person?"

Students and teachers also scanned the remaining competitors.

A middle-aged judge with a goatee chuckled, "93 points, a very high score, befitting the ’Jewel Generation’ that Far Moon promotes. I recall that in the past few years, the highest scores were only in the high seventies or eighties."

His name was Kadota Shigeyuki, a famous gourmet.

"Who will prevail in the preliminaries?"

Another judge, with a handsome face, called Minatozaka Manji, a producer of "Is This the Kitchen?" and an insider in the culinary world, looked over Shen Liangzi, Morioka Makoto, Xingping Chuangzhen and others, secretly thinking, "These students have been stable performers before, I suppose someone will manage to overtake the lead."

"It’s my turn to serve the dish!"

Mizuhu Yumei took a deep breath.

"Make your entrance!"

Iwazaki Jun, Marui Shanji looked up at the same time.

Following that, Group A’s venue entered a frenzied and intense atmosphere.

Mizuhu Yumei, 86 points.

Iwazaki Jun, Marui Shanji, 88 points.

All of these were solid high scores, made all the more precious by the backdrop of a cadre of failures.

"Truly the Jewel Generation..."

Having tasted many outstanding dishes from various students, the judges were thoroughly satisfied.

Chiben Natsuka’s eyebrows knitted together.

She was torn.

Every student who performed well had used that unidentified curry leaf.

To the end, mastery and usage of the curry leaves had essentially become a critical criteria for the judges’ scoring.

"What in the world is it?" Chiben Natsuka rubbed her brow, feeling indescribably frustrated.

She was born into a curry dynasty, having learned about curry from a young age; she could say there was no spice used in curry that she didn’t know.

Unless...

A thought flashed through her mind, and Chiben Natsuka broke out in a cold sweat at her own conjecture.

The Jewel Generation of Far Moon couldn’t possibly be that exaggerated, could they?

Fantasy Ingredients are a thorny challenge for many elite chefs!

"Oh, oh, ohhhh—"

At that moment, the venue echoed with excited cheers.

The loudness snapped Chiben Natsuka back to full awareness.

Among the audience, three students—two males and one female—gathered together as if by a silent agreement.

One of them, Chiben Natsuka recognized.

"Yashan Liang! Divine Sense of Smell!"

Chiben Natsuka narrowed her eyes slightly, a scorching zeal flickering through her gaze.

Her company frequently collaborated with the Xijian Run Research Institute, so she knew all too well about Yashan Liang’s true abilities.

A formidable youngster.

He should be standing at the gates of the special-class chefs soon.

With that thought, Chiben Natsuka cast a puzzled look at the male and female beside Yashan Liang.

Judging by Yashan Liang’s demeanor, these two students were certainly not ordinary.

What were their names?

Chiben Natsuka was about to ask the female host Sasaki Yua, next to the judges’ seats, when she overheard Yashan Liang, Xingping Chuangzhen, and Sen Tian Makki discussing something in whispers. Then, Sen Tian Makki, wearing a confident smile, stepped onto the stage.

Yashan Liang and Xingping Chuangzhen on the ground locked their gazes on her retreating figure.

"Oh—"

The female host Sasaki Yua squealed, her face flushed with utmost excitement—probably one of Sen Tian Makki’s secret fans; in the highest pitch of her voice, she announced:

"Next up, contestant number 8, Sen Tian!"

Under everyone’s attention, Sen Tian Makki stood in front of the judges’ table.

Snap.

The plate she placed on the table attracted countless eyes.

Its lid was piled up like a tower, tall and imposing.

Gently, with utmost care, the lid was vertically lifted, revealing the delicately constructed Dessert Tower to everyone’s sight.

"Beautiful!"

Many girls’ eyes sparkled.

"What an exquisite Dessert Tower!" Underneath the stage, Shen Liangzi smiled with satisfaction. Makki was indeed strong.

"There are a total of four kinds of pastries!"

The five judges also pointed and discussed the dishes on the table.

The gourmet, Kadota Shigeyuki, pointed at a round, fried, golden-yellow pastry with tiny granular bits on the surface, saying, "This one is a doughnut, a very classic American pastry, believed to be the origin of many desserts. It also has another name, donut, but donuts have a hole and are hollow, while the doughnut made by contestant Sen Tian is solid!"

"And... it should be filled with curry meat!" Kadota Shigeyuki sniffed the aroma, speaking with anticipation.

The second judge, Minatozaka Manji, swallowed hard.

He pointed at five long objects arranged vertically, chuckled, and said, "Curry chicken rolls? I smell a strong hint of Mexico; are they filled with Mexican grilled chicken?"

The other two pastries included one that resembled a curry egg tart, also emanating the scent of chicken.

The last was a curry flaky roll.

If there was a common denominator among these pastries, it was the use of curry powder!

The intertwined scent of spices hit the nose!

"So fragrant!"

Sniffing, Chiben Natsuka, who hadn’t spoken until now, felt her stomach contorting inside even though she had tasted at least a dozen students’ dishes before, even if only a spoonful each, felt remarkably hungry.

Appetite awakened with just a whiff of aroma!

Chiben Natsuka looked up at Sen Tian Makki and said, "You are the first chef outside of the special class to awaken my appetite!"

She reached for a spoon beside her.

But she quickly realized, surprised, that pastries didn’t need a spoon.

The other four more agile judges had already beaten her to it, either grabbing the round doughnuts or picking up the long curry chicken rolls.

"Crunch!"

"Crisp!"

Teeth sinking in, the crisp doughnuts and flaky rolls shattered instantly.

In a moment, the taste of curry unfolded a ferocious tornado on the tip of the tongue!

But curiously, upon eating the pastries, all four judges suddenly became quiet, forgetting to chew, their expressions going through shock, joy, and then softening.

Their facial lines and gaze appeared so tender.

One judge even involuntarily opened his arms wide, as if his girlfriend was about to throw herself into them, eager to snuggle.

Love came too fast.

Like a tornado.