Reborn in Japan as a Chef God
Chapter 433 - 432: The Tied Mizuo Ang and Takeomi

Chapter 433: Chapter 432: The Tied Mizuo Ang and Takeomi

As expected, the top of Group A should be her.

Xia Yu and Dojima Yin arrived at the Group B venue.

Just as they got there, a staff member came up, drenched in sweat, to report to Dojima Yin,

"President, there’s a tie in Group B, and the top four admissions are in a deadlock. The judges have been arguing about this for a long time!"

"Wait."

Dojima Yin gestured with his hand, and together with Xia Yu, they looked up at the rankings.

First:

Tiqie Ailisha, 95 points.

Niho Fuyuka, 95 points.

Second:

Tanaka Hikari, 93 points.

This ranking was a bit of a shock, as Xia Yu’s gaze moved to the two tied for third place:

Mizuo Ang.

Takeomi Alldini.

"Mars!"

His pupils narrowed slightly, and Xia Yu couldn’t help but cry and laugh.

Indeed, with the addition of Sen Tian Makoto, the entire plot was thrown into chaos.

In the original story, Mizuo Ang was in Group A, following the three giants and successfully ranking fourth, pushing out Marui Shanji and Iwazaki Jun.

Switched to Group B, Mizuo Ang was still thriving.

Tied with 91 points!

Moreover, Mizuo Ang was also one of the outstanding students in Xia Yu’s special tuition class, and his efforts were apparent to Xia Yu; although his approach was wrong, his culinary talent could not be denied.

This time’s "Autumn Selection" would also mark the beginning of Mizuo Ang’s transformation.

Copying, huh?

Xia Yu chuckled lightly.

Copying was not disgraceful; the problem with Mizuo Ang lay in his mentality.

He lacked respect for the ingredients, the kitchenware.

And even held a mistaken understanding of the chef’s profession. Xia Yu planned to tell him what it meant to bring happiness with one’s cooking, what the chef’s true duty was, but not now.

"Since the judges’ opinions are divided, President, why not let them compete again?" Xia Yu suggested.

"Hm? The top eight knockout round will take place in about two weeks; indeed, there’s enough time to hold an additional supplementary assessment."

Dojima Yin mused, stroking his chin.

Ichise Hui arrived upon hearing the news, also bringing requests for a rematch from Mizuo Ang and Takeomi.

Since the students themselves had actively requested it, it would be easy to manage.

"Alright!"

"Let’s set the supplementary round for the day after tomorrow!"

Dojima Yin decided.

Before leaving, Xia Yu swept a glance over Mizuo Ang and Takeomi, who were confronting each other on stage.

Interesting.

The original story’s top eight showdown was happening ahead of schedule, a true battle of fate.

This time, because of Sen Tian Makoto’s sudden rise, the loser would fall out of the top eight in the "Autumn Selection." In short, the loser’s fate would be quite dire.

Would the plot continue along its original trajectory?

Xia Yu pondered over the Shokugeki plot until Dojima Yin snapped him out of it.

"What are you thinking about?"

Dojima Yin asked heartily, pointing to the TV screen in the office, "The final ranking statistics are out, Mr. Sen Tian scored 98 points to take first place, while Yashan Liang had to settle for second with 97 points."

"You won..."

He looked at Xia Yu with amusement, "Did you already know Sen Tian Makoto’s true strength, and that’s why you were so confident, promising the winner one pot of Fantasy Moon Orange!"

"Now, since Sen Tian took first place, you’ve not lost anything at all, you little fox!"

Dojima Yin lamented his loss with an expression of genuine pain.

He truly wanted a pot of Fantasy Moon Tangerine Leaf.

"President Dojima, since I won, how about that piece of news? Let’s hear it..." Xia Yu gestured as if he was all ears.

"Here you go——"

From the office safe, Dojima Yin took out a USB drive sealed in a transparent bag and handed it to Xia Yu, his voice even, "The intelligence is all inside."

Then, his expression turned solemn,

"Format and destroy it after watching, and remember not to leak any information!"

Xia Yu had no qualms about it, quickly occupying a desk, plugging the USB into a computer, and swiftly perusing the stored content.

The first thing was a video.

About 200MB, not very long, but the content shocked Xia Yu.

A culinary mercenary, panting heavily, lay under a tree in what appeared to be the original forest of Neon. He had suffered a gunshot wound, blood covering half his body, yet he was persistently recording with his camera, as chaotic voices resounded:

"We found it! We found it!"

"This sinkhole is deep, there’s a complex cave system below..."

"No matter what, we must go down! The kitchenware is below!"

Towards the end of the video, a male voice containing repressed excitement startled Xia Yu so much he nearly fell off his chair.

It was Mars, the tycoon of the ’Gourmet Association’!

No mistake!

Xia Yu had a deep impression of his voice, after all, he was a powerful enemy that still bore suspicions of enmity.

"Kitchenware? What kind of kitchenware would be in such a treacherous environment, could it be..."

Trembling, he navigated the mouse, browsing through other files.

After a while,

He let out a harsh breath, barely managing to contain his shock, Xia Yu muttered, "I never imagined that a legendary piece of kitchenware would actually be left behind in Japan!"

A high-resolution photo expanded to fill the computer screen.

It was a simple, unadorned pot.

Just looking at the picture, those who didn’t know the full story would probably think it was just a discarded pot.

The USB drive contained a document detailing the itinerary of Mars and Elizabeth.

Diary mode.

Starting from when Mars and Elizabeth flew to Hokkaido, everything they did each day, and everyone they met, were outlined in meticulous detail, making Xia Yu’s scalp tingle.

Mars ultimately found the treasure, but was detained in Sapporo of Hokkaido, his departure restricted.

But since the matter of the legendary kitchenware could no longer be kept under wraps, the government simply confiscated the item first, letting out rumors, and decided to organize a grand competition for its possession.

The event offered no information or materials, not the time, rules, or topics, just whispered rumors.

Xia Yu silently formatted the USB drive, and then frowned.

"The preliminary decision from above is to get rid of this hot potato through the competition," Dojima Yin said with a wry smile, "You have no idea, the legendary kitchenware has had the higher-ups on pins and needles for the past month."

"The four heavenly kings who reign supreme over the culinary world are all turning their attention to Japan, and we at Far Moon are under a lot of pressure too!"

He nodded in understanding.

The Neon Food World, of course, also wanted to keep the legendary kitchenware, but the pressure from various sectors was too great.

It had to be said that organizing a competition was an excellent way to diffuse the conflict.

This way, chefs from all nations would face a true culinary showdown on Neon’s home turf, earning Neon a surge of popularity and attention, and enhancing tourism, which wasn’t a bad deal.

The key was how the authorities would promote it!

"The specifics of the event are not yet settled, the envoys of the heavenly kings will arrive in Neon in a few days to negotiate with the upper echelons. Anyway, don’t expect it before October, there will be a long period of verbal sparring above," Dojima Yin said, massaging his temples.

Xia Yu contemplated.

The old man must know about this.

But it had been a month since the old man had called, regarding this matter, Xia Yu speculated that the old man probably didn’t want him getting involved in the turmoil.

But it was a legendary piece of kitchenware, after all!

Moreover, regarding this kitchenware, a phrase from "Cooking Master Boy" had left a deep impression on Xia Yu:

"One who possesses this item will wield all eight pieces of kitchenware."

Absolutely incredible.

Dojima Yin’s expression shifted slightly as he took out his mobile phone from his suit pocket, answering a call.

After a while, his voice strangely said,

"Instructor Xia, the General has asked for you to attend a meeting."

"A meeting? What meeting?" still pondering the kitchenware matter, Xia Yu froze for a moment.

"The highest level of decision-making at Far Moon!"

Saying this, Dojima Yin quickly pulled him and hurried out the door.