Reborn in Japan as a Chef God
Chapter 432 - 431: The Tornado of Love (Part 2)

Chapter 432: Chapter 431: The Tornado of Love (Part 2)

The pastry was anything but ordinary.

Chiben Natsuka’s eyes showed great earnestness as she picked up a curry-flavored roll.

Even without tasting it, just smelling the pungent aroma up close, the "Curry Queen" found her heart startled, as if a vortex were pulling her spirit into its depths.

Her teeth gently bit down.

The crisply baked crust of the roll broke open.

When the shattered crust sprinkled onto her tongue and spread its flavor, Chiben Natsuka’s mind was blown!

Delicious!

A peculiar, savory aroma of fats.

Had the flavor of the filling infused all the way to the outer crust?

Her fingers trembling, Chiben Natsuka steeled her heart and bit down hard!

"Crunch!"

Half of the roll was instantly consumed, her cheeks puffing out slightly as she chewed, and oddly, once she started, she couldn’t stop; the more she ate, the more radiant she became!

"So delicious! This is the first time I’ve had such a tasty curry pastry!"

"The filling is pork? Chicken? Definitely more than one kind of meat, and then, that damned Mikan... no, wrong, I should say curry leaves, that familiar aroma again!"

Her mouth and nose were filled with refreshing fragrances.

She exhaled.

Chiben Natsuka’s fingers resting on the table twitched like they had been shocked by electricity; meanwhile, the camera focusing on her face failed to catch the tiny details of her emotional turbulence.

No, I need to eat more!

After eating another curry roll, Chiben Natsuka felt far from satisfied, her inner emptiness demanding to be filled with more food.

And so,

This "Curry Queen," known among her students for her severity and sharp tongue, sampled all five of Sen Tian Makki’s pastries within a matter of minutes.

The roll was crisply delicious, its filling tender when bitten into.

The multi-grain puff pastry was almost entirely crunchy.

The curry chicken roll had an extreme tenderness.

"Ding ding ding..."

Chewing the food in her mouth, Chiben Natsuka wore a blank expression.

This was a banquet hall, waving with beautiful melodies.

A round of applause.

The crowd spontaneously cleared a path, and Chiben Natsuka stood there, stunned in the center of the hall, still in a strikingly bright and beautiful white dress, while the men in the crowd couldn’t help but cast admiring glances her way.

Thump! Thump!

The pianist and the violin reached a crescendo.

Chiben Natsuka’s heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably and, along with the gawking crowd, she stared at the entrance to the hall where a graceful gentleman with gloved hands made his entrance.

"Beautiful lady, shall we have a dance?"

The man bent slightly in front of Chiben Natsuka, who looked down intently, but still, his face remained a blur.

An unfamiliar sense of heartbeat made it difficult for Chiben Natsuka to maintain her queenly composure, and as she hesitated whether to accept the invitation or not, the man smiled, took a step forward, and encircled her soft waist with his arm.

Sss!

Her pupils dilated in an instant.

At that moment, "old maid" Chiben Natsuka’s skin goosebumped. She looked down, playing coy, trying to wriggle out of the man’s strong grasp, all the while he just stood there, smiling.

The "Curry Queen," once utterly engrossed in her culinary world, now showed, through the close-up on the camera at the event, her lips curving from stern and indifferent to a slight, shy smile.

Just like a blooming white rose.

Many were left stunned.

...

The critique session.

Other than Chiben Natsuka resting her cheek in her hand, blissfully smiling in her own sweet stupor, the other four male judges were exchanging views, none sparing their praise.

Four types of pastries creating an utterly different fifth flavor, atmosphere—far surpassing other ordinary students in terms of diversity and layers of composition in culinary structure.

"Platter!"

"A platter with curry pastries!"

"Damn! Why didn’t I come to realize this? As long as it’s fused into one plate, no matter how many types of food there are, it’s all ’one serving’!"

The defeated students below the stage held their heads in dismay, their faces showing despair.

Not reconciled!

Just integration?

Hearing these students’ complaints, both the teachers and the professional chefs seated at the judges’ table remained silent.

"These small fries!"

Yashan Liang disdainfully said, "Having creativity and ideas also requires the actual ability to fully realize those ideas! These fools have neither the skills nor the brains! Hah!"

Witnessing the judges’ captivated expressions, Dojima Yin chuckled.

"A truly unique gesture of affection!"

Dojima Yin said to the boy beside him, "You’d better not let down the affections of such a girl."

"Hair’s not even fully grown, what’s the rush?"

Xia Yu waved his hand, "Speaking of which, President Dojima, you can’t sacrifice your whole life’s commitment to the cause of revolution either, you’d better find a nice girl and get married soon."

How did this conversation even come to me? Talk about attracting trouble!

Dojima Yin was at a loss for words.

A nearly forty-year-old single man in conversation with an underage kid about such issues, felt like he was asking for embarrassment.

"President Dojima, what do you think about the CEO of ’Curry Princess’, Ms. Chiben Natsuka? She’s also single, and an old maid like her would be just right for you. This could also be a marriage between Far Moon and the monarch of the curry industry. If you’re willing, I can find someone to propose..."

The next phrase made Dojima Yin cough violently.

"Wait a minute!"

"Stop!"

Dojima Yin surrendered.

Damn this marriage!

While they were interrupted, Sen Tian Makoto’s final score also appeared on the leaderboard.

1st Sen Tian Makoto.

Score, 98.

This score was actually a full 5 points higher than the second place, Hei Muzhang Liang!

Horror!

At the moment the scores were released, the noisy venue was suddenly engulfed by a massive freezing barrier, silencing the crowd!

The host of Group A, Sasaki Yua, didn’t even realize her microphone had fallen to the ground.

"This, this..."

Next to Xia Yu, Dojima Yin was so shocked that he stood up.

"Back in the day, when I and Joichiro worked together to create the Golden Age, the highest score was no more than this!"

"The Jewels’ Generation!"

Dojima Yin muttered this term to himself repeatedly.

"How is this possible!"

Below the stage, Hei Muzhang Liang, who was easily surpassed, glared with disbelief on his face.

Yashan Liang and Xingping Chuangzhen were also shocked.

At this moment, probably only Xia Yu and Sen Tian Makoto could maintain their composure.

The time went back about ten days ago.

That day, after the evening’s work was done, Xia Yu and Sen Tian Makoto visited Uesugi Tetsuya at the Sumida River.

Then.

Sen Tian Makoto once again exhibited her culinary skills in the kitchen of the Uesugi family.

When Xia Yu ate Makki’s cooking, he felt that, just because of this girl’s metamorphosis, the plot of the "food wars" might completely change!

Now it really came true.

He smiled.

In the end, a voice broke the atmosphere of the venue.

"Treasure trove!"

"The treasure chest of the Curry Kingdom!"

Chiben Natsuka crossed her palms, propped her chin on them, and gazed unblinkingly at the serene Sen Tian Makoto.

"You are outstanding, setting aside everything else, your handling of the curry leaves was nearly mature, even a top-class chef might not do as well as you!" she praised without stinginess, "Simply comparing dishes, desserts might be at a disadvantage compared to other dishes. The reason you scored 5 points higher than the second place lies in your ’mastery’ and ’sincerity’!"

The gourmet judge, Kadota Shigeyuki, touched his chest, half-jokingly, half-seriously said: "My heart has been stirred by the aroma of the curry pastry filling... it’s like spring has awakened..."

Minatozaka Manji wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes and gave the girl a thumbs-up.

"This reminds me of my first love, who is now my wife... I plan to return home tonight and, just like the moment we fell in love in high school, boldly confess with the most beautiful flower!"

"Thank you for your cooking!"

The other two judges earnestly said, "It’s not just about gastronomic satisfaction, we all feel suddenly younger right now!"

Indeed.

The camera swept away, including Chiben Natsuka, who had previously displayed a queenly air, now beaming with vitality.

As if their faces had been nourished by love.

Youthful transformation.

Sen Tian Makoto clenched her fist, turned her head towards a certain spot in the A Group’s venue, half-raising her fist as if to claim her success.

But when the sharp cameraman caught the scene, he only saw the backs of two figures, one tall and one short, leaving together.

"It’s Instructor Xia, my god, he’s here too!"

"And President Dojima!"

...

Yashan Liang looked up at the image of the young man on the screen above and gritted his teeth.

"On stage!"

"It’s my turn!"

He walked confidently towards the stage, but before he could get close to the judges’ table, a judge glanced at him coldly and said: "Young man, please wait a moment, we are not in the mood to eat anything right now, let us properly contemplate the dish of contestant Sen Tian."

"You’ve already finished eating..." Yashan Liang stopped in his tracks.

Chiben Natsuka recognized Yashan Liang, but seemed to have lost interest in him, dismissively saying: "Give us half an hour, I want to continue to appreciate the world of culinary artistry constructed by the chef, do not disturb me!"

She was quite rude.

This scene silenced the venue once again.

Yashan Liang stood there, not knowing whether to advance or retreat.

Sen Tian Makoto, with her hands behind her back, walked with a little bounce of joy, ready to leave the stage, and before she left, she passed by Yashan Liang and whispered something that infuriated ’Divine Sense of Smell’.

"I’ve thwarted you..."

"No, I haven’t lost yet!"

"The ultimate victor can only be me!" Yashan Liang turned around and shouted loudly.

Left hanging by the two, Xingping Chuangzhen scratched his face.