Reborn in Japan as a Chef God

"Boom!"

There was an inexplicable tremor in the air.

The shining silver lid of the steel-aluminum stockpot disengaged from its body and in an instant, a thick white fog surged up with an irresistible force, resembling a towering white column.

In the obscurity, a mysterious door had opened; guests present, regardless of their culinary skills or status, even including numerous young women in kimonos who stood invisibly in the corners, all turned their gaze simultaneously with the other giants.

"What happened?!"

Dubian Yuuki, who had just been marveling at Lei Zhe's deadly trump card, looked up startled, her pretty face turning pale as if encountering a ghost.

"What's that noise!"

"Who is shouting!"

The room erupted in chaos.

Most of the giants, except for a few who remained calmly kneeling behind their desks, and the senior chefs, appeared no calmer than a frail woman, looking around in panic, some even scared enough to stand up and knock over the desks, sending plates, spoons, and chopsticks rolling all over the floor.

Lei Zhe's expression darkened.

Andrea, who had been reveling in mocking the food giants for being outdated, also appeared stunned.

The calmest were the four Dragon Giants on the judging panel, experienced as they were; such an exaggerated demonstration of culinary spirit might deviate from the norm and be a bit showy, but viewing from another angle, such grandeur also proved the extraordinariness of the culinary spirit in the pot.

"Culinary spirit..." Master Yizhen was moved.

"How could this be!" Master of Yuchuan, who usually exuded a cold and deadly aura, couldn't maintain his composure as his white brows twitched, his gaze turning towards the tall young figure amidst the white fog, "He's so young..."

"So young? Is he a minor?" Chiyoda, an old woman with white hair half into the grave, rarely opened her severely presbyopic eyes wide and fixedly observed Xia Yu's cooking station, her view gradually becoming clearer.

Among the four giants, Tiqie Xianzuowen maintained the most composure on his face, yet the satisfaction in his eyes also indicated significant emotional turmoil within.

"What did you see?"

Yuchuan Xin, who had unknowingly sat down next to his daughters, asked in alarm.

Being just a master chef, he only vaguely sensed that the soup in that pot was no ordinary matter, and the referred "sound" was even more elusive. He needed special talents to help interpret, and his two daughters, born with exceptional auditory gifts, could effectively play a better role of narrator than Minister Shinohara.

It should be noted that Minister Shinohara was also baffled, standing near the counter with no reaction for a long time.

Yuchuan Meisha covered her mouth, her eyes wide, muttering, "A dance of gods and demons!"

"Eh?" Yuchuan Xin was taken aback.

"That door has opened..." Yuchuan Ayaka, with a blank expression, murmured in a trembling voice, "Behind the door is an endless abyss, where ingredients like tiger prawns, scallops, clams, mussels, and more have turned into powerful demons..."

Yuchuan Xin was dumbfounded; was this not akin to reciting a poem?

"Ah!"

A scream; Yuchuan Meisha trembled slightly, her fair forehead covered in fine sweat. In the mist, she saw a prison made from seaweed, imprisoning her and sinking directly into the bottomless hell, with strange, unintelligible gibberish becoming clearer by her ear.

Snap!

Breaking away from the vision in front of her, Yuchuan Meisha saw a slimy, disgusting tentacle emerge from a place of darkness, attempting to snatch her into the realm of demons.

Who knew that upon waking up, Yuchuan Meisha's first reaction wasn't to scream or tremble, but to cover her small belly under her sweater with both hands, her face showing a hint of embarrassment.

A loud rumbling sound.

"My appetite has completely been whetted!" She said, hanging her head in distress.

It seemed to respond, within the house, a chorus of cravings arose one after another, the kimono-clad maids were embarrassed, and the tycoons were each feigning calmness, the scene suddenly took on a comedic flair.

In fact, the moment that mysterious door had opened, Lin Chef's "Food Tyrant's Stomach" had sensed something and began to cheer ecstatically.

"Why!"

Lei Zhe noticed an unusual twitching in his stomach, his face was quite spectacular.

During this time, he had been extremely anorexic, not having enjoyed a proper meal, and now the burst of appetite came, like a demon breaking free from its cage.

Oh, no, rather, it was a demon escaping captivity, Lei Zhe's fists clenched tightly at his sides, veins like little worms wriggling on his forehead, his face suddenly becoming very fierce.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

The mere sound of lifting the lid made Lei Zhe uncontrollably go berserk.

In fact, the movements inside the house were all under Xia Yu's control.

The process of Lei Zhe serving the "Soufflé Omelette" was fully observed by him, at that time Xia Yu was a mix of astonished and amused, why?

This stems from the original "Food War Spirit," where Medicine King Xingping Chuangzhen was an expert at making omelettes, playing with this style of cuisine from mini omelettes during his lodging study period to curry wrapped omelet rice in the autumn selections, all involved the culinary thought of omelettes, which to present Xia Yu, were not technically challenging.

If the technique was nothing to mention, then what about the ingredients?

Lei Zhe's use of Forbidden Ingredients had certainly startled Xia Yu.

Mars, Ghost Father, using Forbidden Ingredients, mastering one alone would be enough to stand at the zenith of first-class chefs, but Lei Zhe, on the other hand, used several all at once, like milk from a whale or Water of the Sky…

Well, not clear but impressive, only the "Five-headed Bird Egg" was familiar to him, the rest were all unknown and unencountered.

But what does it matter?

Lifting the lid and letting the steaming white fog envelope him, Xia Yu, finding himself free, inadvertently glanced towards where Eriina was, his lips slightly curled up, thinking back to when he first "trained" the "Divine Tongue."

Back then, Eriina's culinary style was excessively refined, like a flawless white castle, yet far too pallid.

And now, while the "training" subject had changed, to Xia Yu it seemed the plot was a bit familiar.

The same refinement.

Lei Zhe's refinement was built on piling up priceless ingredients, so each bite seemed more valuable than gold.

To use Eriina's terminology from that time, his so-called "commoner cuisine" on one end of the scale, then Lei Zhe's refined Lin cuisine stood at the other end, easily blasting his dishes away in terms of weight.

So, to compete face-to-face with ingredients was a sure path to self-destruction.

So where was the winning point?

"Right in this pot!"

Muttering with a light laugh, Xia Yu wore insulating gloves, pulled out the built-in steam clay pot, self-absorbedly lifted the lid, and poured the rich, bright broth into a basin, then set it on ice blocks, rapidly cooling it as the ice blocks melted pile after pile within minutes.

When the soup had cooled, the real cooking of the egg custard began.

Boxes of supermarket-value eggs, turned into a basin of egg liquid, whites and yolks completely mixed, were poured into the soup to stir, and as for the seasoning, salt, mirin, everything was omitted, everyone watched Xia Yu rush back and forth, finally sprinkling a white mud-like substance into about twenty or so arrayed teacups on the table, to widespread amazement.

"What is this?"

"Not adding salt, not adding mirin or soy sauce, this sole seasoning, really incomprehensible!"

From the judging seats came a gasp.

The female lead raised her hand to her mouth, stunned, said, "This couldn't be…"