Reborn in Japan as a Chef God
Chapter 479 - 478: Establishing a Classic (Part 2)

Chapter 479: Chapter 478: Establishing a Classic (Part 2)

"Actually, that’s not a spice,"

Xia Yu said calmly.

"Not a spice? What is it then?" the Indian Old Lady judge pressed.

"Wait a moment!"

Following the camera, Xia Yu walked back to his workstation and brought back an opened box of fat, placing it on the judges’ table.

"This is..."

The Indian Old Lady picked it up, sniffed it, and her eyes showed a hint of shock, "This is cattle-pig-bird fragrant fat oil!"

"Fragrant fat oil?"

The other four judges stood up one by one, dipped their fingers into the box, scraped out some fat crumbles with their nails, and sniffed them under their noses, each revealing a strange expression, looking like they wanted to speak but hesitating.

The audience had a moment of realization.

They suddenly remembered the scene when Xia Yu had specially requested ingredients from Chiyoda Aichi. Was it specifically for this box of fat?

"That’s impossible!"

A voice disrupted the odd atmosphere among the judges.

Bernard clenched his fists, stepped forward, and said in a low tone, "Cattle-pig-bird fragrant fat oil, the mixed taste is too strong. This fat, derived from the fat of ’cattle-pig-bird meat’, does contain intense pork fat taste, as well as beef fat, and even the fragrance and fishiness of bird oil..."

This contestant wore a microphone, so his words naturally spread throughout the venue and into countless homes.

"Yes, ’cattle-pig-bird fragrant fat oil’, compared to its milk, its blood, its bones, skin, and flesh, it’s utterly waste material, and it’s very irresponsible to use it in high-end dish cooking!"

From the guest seats, a competing chef stood up and spoke loudly.

Many chefs nodded in agreement.

Everything from the ’cattle-pig-bird’ was precious, but precisely because its meat flavor was too rich, while the meat could be divided, it was troublesome to deal with the condensed animal fat.

Hearing this, Dojima Yin was also stunned, and he said with hesitation, "Using cattle-pig-bird fragrant fat oil in cooking, it truly has no mixed taste?"

There was a hint of doubt in his voice.

Tiqie Zongwei and his wife Tiqie Leonora exchanged glances.

Zhu Qing’s eyes, on the other hand, were firmly fixed on the young man on the stage, not leaving him for a second.

She noticed that her dear nephew really did enjoy making a scene.

However, the smile curling up at the corner of her lips also indirectly reflected how much Zhu Qing admired and was satisfied with her nephew.

"There are no useless ingredients, only wasteful chefs!" she chuckled softly. Next to her, Tiqie Eriina’s face twitched, and she shot a stunned look at the foreign Lin Chef.

Zhu Qing merely blinked, "Isn’t that so?"

"There are no useless ingredients, only wasteful chefs!"

Faced with the wave of skepticism from the venue, Xia Yu spoke into the microphone indifferently.

Chiyoda Aichi covered her mouth, shocked, not expecting Xia Yu to retort so directly, which once again incited even more intense jeers.

"Bang!"

Melissa slammed the table and exclaimed, "We are the judges!!"

"Without tasting, there is no right to speak! Shut up!"

The previous Indian Old Lady judge nodded in agreement, and said in a cold voice, "I very much agree with contestant Xia Yu’s words, there are no useless ingredients. Today, he has shown me with a real example that ’cattle-pig-bird fragrant fat oil’ can be used in high-end dish cooking!"

"Mixed tastes can be masked or eliminated!"

The judge enunciated every word.

"Agreed!"

The second judge, a handsome middle-aged man from the United States, cleared his throat and said, "Please allow me to use my singing voice to praise contestant Xia Yu’s dish. I didn’t expect that the first performance in this competition would give birth to such a classic dish..."

"Nois, shut up!"

The first hunchbacked old man reprimanded, "The tasting segment is limited to 15 minutes, and now 10 minutes have passed. Next, we need to taste contestant Bernard’s dish!"

This old man seemed to be the one in charge.

Chiyoda Aichi secretly wiped sweat from her brow, and quickly said, "Yes, esteemed judges, please give your opinions on contestant Bernard’s dish."

"Opinions?"

The judges, upon hearing this, picked up the shiny silver fork and lowered their heads to examine the other plate of French classic cuisine, ’roast apple with black pudding’, yet their expression remained similarly indifferent.

Even the hunched-over old man seemed reluctant to lower his fork.

"I don’t want to eat it!"

Melissa said bluntly, and it was clear she recognized Bernard as she cast a glance at him, "Right now, I only want to savor the memory. Eating anything else would be blasphemy against the classic... Sorry!"

Bernard shook all over.

With Melissa leading the way, the rest of the four judges seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Try my black pudding!" Bernard didn’t believe it, his eyes quickly filled with blood and turned red, as if he was trying to imitate Xia Yu. He picked up a fragrant red sausage with a fork and moved it towards Melissa’s mouth.

Xia Yu watched coldly, and finally spoke up.

"Stop struggling."

He chuckled and turned back to his workstation, cut a piece of boiled black pudding, placed it on a small plate, and handed it to Bernard, "Taste it, and you’ll understand!"

Gurgle.

The magical aroma hit the nose; although his face showed resistance, Bernard found himself swallowing saliva in secret and his Adam’s apple bobbed.

"Eat!"

In the end, hunger overcame everything. He picked up the fork, speared several tender slices of black pudding, and put them in his mouth.

His already bloodshot eyes bulged even more dramatically, streaked with red.

"Delicious! Why!"

Beyond the inherent soft texture of the black pudding, Bernard found the slices in his mouth to be smooth and playfully twirling in his mouth. He heard a string of mocking laughter and couldn’t help but drink angrily: "Damn it!"

Crack!

Teeth clenched tightly, splat, the slices of black pudding immediately crumbled in his mouth. The slippery feeling was gone, but Bernard began to sway; he was overwhelmed by the surging juice like a small boat desperately holding on in a storm.

"I won’t lose!"

Bernard yelled from the bottom of his heart, as if overcoming this wave of juice would mean victory.

But he was wrong.

As he chewed, the pieces of black pudding turned into fine crumbs, and then the spices hidden inside them explosively burst with flavor. Bernard could vaguely see each shiny little granule, wrapped in the heavily scented oleoresin oil, sliding from the mouth down the throat, and passing down the esophagus, painting all his entrails in color.

In an instant, Bernard saw that ultimate gate.

No!

Behind an ancient bronze door was a second, and a third...

Finally, Bernard felt his soul suspended above the ultimate triple-layered heaven, the melodies from heaven permeating the air, as a female angel with white wings, wearing sheer veils, her fiery body partially exposed, walked towards him with an invitation.

"Would you like to see? The scenery of heaven..."

Thud.

Back on the reality of the competition stage, Bernard’s knees hit the ground hard, he propped himself up with his hands, struggling not to completely collapse, but tears already uncontrollably spilled from the corners of his eyes, "This, this is so delicious!"

Chiyoda Aichi, who wanted to help him up, was confused again.

"No aftertaste!"

"Pure, sacred, a flavor only found in heaven!"

"Breaking through the three ultimate gates in an instant, no wonder they say it’s a classic!"

Bernard quickly wiped away his tears and stood up with intense fervor in his eyes, glaring at the young Xia Yu, "This isn’t my French black pudding, nor any kind of European black pudding, how did you do it?"

Upon hearing this, Xia Yu smiled and said, "Imitation, you’re my model."

Imitation?

"Impossible!" Bernard staggered back.

"I’m just imitating."

Xia Yu was speechless, "But, in my imitation, I added my own stuff, so your recipe is mine now."

"..."

Without paying any more attention to the loser, Xia Yu turned around and shouted to the guest seats:

"Those of you who just doubted me, come on, have a taste!"

"Don’t be shy... and then, shut your mouths!"