Reborn in Japan as a Chef God

"Beep, hello, beep..."

Dragon Gate Hall, the pre-match checks for the Heavenly King Mountain battle are being conducted intensely.

"There's no problem with the sound system, OK!"

The male host with the microphone gestured to the audience.

Below, Wei Qinglian was accompanying an elderly man with the surname Lan, inspecting the venue. The director responsible for the stage execution of the Heavenly King Mountain battle had little time to greet them, shouting, "Next, let's test the lighting!"

In the vast venue, the dazzling lights went dark and bright again, alternating between several different effects.

"The lighting effect for introducing the master of the ring, come on—"

Bang!

The director just issued the command when six straight beams of holy light descended from above. On the stage, six dragon-and-phoenix chairs slowly rose. Even though the event hadn't started, the few staff members in the venue were firmly drawn to the six chairs.

After a while, the lighting effects testing ended. The director looked at his watch, sweat on his forehead, "Just an hour and a half until the venue opens!"

"Quickly, hurry up, check the stations where the participants will cook!"

"Got it!"

The staff didn't have time to rest and got busy again.

The elderly Lan smiled and said, "This year is quite special. Besides the 'Five Chinese Talents', there's a sixth master of the ring. However, this master is also well-deserved. When the event starts at ten in the morning, he will take the master chair on stage, truly announcing his comeback to the Chinese Cuisine World."

Wei Qinglian fixated on the sixth, separately designated chair, a complex expression on her face.

She vaguely regretted her decision to let Xia Yu participate in the hunt. Now that she thought about it, she was really clouded with anger back then.

Later on, that person, in the demeanor of a Demon King, scored consecutive perfect scores to advance, creating such an uproar that the executing upper management had to urgently convene a collective meeting, passing a PR measure to set up a sixth master chair to address public opinion.

"Come on!"

Tightly pursing her lips, Wei Qinglian hummed, thinking to herself, "Show your true skills, let the Chinese Realm see just how strong you really are!"

"If you really think you are a lofty Demon King, bloated and arrogant, the Killing Recipe of grade Lin that Feizhou painstakingly prepared for this Heavenly King Mountain battle may have a chance against you!"

...

Shanghai Suburbs.

"Feizhou, it's time to depart!"

Wei An and Kong Chun exchanged a glance, with Wei An knocking on the kitchen door.

Kong Chun had come from the Imperial City again. If you count the leader already quietly in the backstage of the venue, White Jade Tower had almost deployed everyone for this battle, showing how much importance they placed on Ye Feizhou and this battle, which determined the crown of the young king's throne of the Chinese Realm.

"Master Kong, Master Wei!"

Click, the door lock opened, and Ye Feizhou emerged from the kitchen.

He wore white clothing, only his belt was black. Upon closer inspection, the outfit Ye Feizhou was wearing was clearly the formal chef uniform he planned to wear on stage. Unlike a Western-style figure-enhancing chef uniform, this outfit was loose, giving Ye Feizhou a cultured appearance, akin to a scholar from the Confucius school.

Additionally, Ye Feizhou kept long hair, growing a head of black hair finer than a woman's, smooth and well-maintained, often nurtured. He styled his hair in a Taoist-like knot, wrapped in a plain scarf, with two fabric straps at the back swaying as he strode, exuding a strong Confucian elegance.

"I'm ready—"

Ye Feizhou spoke to his mentors, his eyes showing determination.

"No matter what, I will not avoid this battle!" Ye Feizhou said solemnly.

A statement with deeper meaning.

Wei An and Kong Chun watched their beloved apprentice stride out of the hallway.

"He knows?" Kong Chun sighed softly.

"Maybe." Wei An was speculative, "What I'm certain of is, Feizhou hasn't been online or taken phone calls recently, completely isolating himself from the outside world. But with Feizhou's intelligence, he might have sensed something."

"Alas!"

Kong Chun sighed again.

"If this generation produces a genius comparable to those heroes a hundred years ago, it will be pressure and a shadow for Feizhou's generation. However, from another perspective, is this not a sign of the Chinese Cuisine World entering a new golden era?"

A golden age?

Wei An smiled bitterly and couldn't respond.

"If it's a golden age borne by one person, I still hope not to see it."

...

Tang's Mansion.

"Trouble!" Xia Yu solemnly handed a box of ingredients to the hunt staff, a necessary procedure.

Tang Yuqiong similarly handed over her box of ingredients, clapping her hands, "I trust them!"

Turning around, she saw Xia Yu still in casual attire, frowned, "It's already nine, you haven't changed? You're not going to tell me you'll go on stage dressed like that."

Xia Yu shrugged, "Don't worry, I won't wear casual clothes. Once at the venue backstage, I'll ask the hunt support staff for a spare chef outfit."

Hearing this, Tang Yuqiong wrinkled her elegant nose.

"That's unacceptable! Everyone knows you've moved into the Tang Mansion, going on stage sloppily would be saying we Tang Family didn't host properly!"

She turned briskly and left, throwing back a comment, "Wait here!"

A moment later, she returned and handed Xia Yu a neatly folded new outfit, "Here, for you, a new set my grandmother personally tailored and stitched."

Xia Yu was startled, looking down at the outfit in his hand, then glancing at Tang Yuqiong's ensemble.

Both were black and white tones, unsure of the style yet. If the styles were similar, wouldn't it be a couple's outfit vibe? Imagining that scene, Xia Yu shivered, "I'd rather not..."

Tang Yuqiong was amused by his disdain, "Wear it if you want or not!"

"Hey—"

Zhu Qing rushed back from the front courtyard of the mansion, her voice arriving before she did, "Stop dawdling, the transport is waiting at the main gate, hurry up and get in!"

"The train to the Heavenly King Mountain battle is departing!"

Thus.

Five minutes later, Xia Yu could only take his kitchen tools box and the black and white chef outfit he hadn't had time to change into yet, settling into the back seat of the official transportation.

The car slowly started, the deep alley media crowd cleared the way.

Many male and female reporters moved with the car, pressing against the door. Xia Yu could only wave in response, daring not to open the window at this time.

Not long after.

Dragon Gate Hall, silent for a week, began filling with bustling noise as a large audience poured in.

In the ticket inspection passage, two female apprentice chefs holding tickets got into a public argument.

"Ye Feizhou will win!"

"The Demon King will win!"

"What Demon King, I firmly believe the White Jade Tower successor can suppress him!"

Such conversations spread not only outside but within as more spectators filled the venue.

Zhao Qi arrived at the contestants' backstage, took off his mask, and angrily exclaimed, "Damn, I've walked around the venue several times, and no one mentioned my name. All the buzz is about those two!"

The twenty finalists, male and female talents alike, gathered in this hall awaiting their stage appearance.

Listening to Zhao Qi's complaints, the group exchanged glances.

Chen Yang was in the corner of the hall, clenching his fist, "I hope you can defeat Ye Feizhou!"

"'Five Chinese Talents'..."

Chen Yang pondered, "So, who should I pull down?"