Reborn in Japan as a Chef God

You ate the fish.

It lives in the memory on your tongue.

The underlying meaning of Xia Yu's words is reminiscent of that classic line, "I ate you and became one with you, and we will never part," which suddenly delivers a psychic blow to Wei Qinglian, as if a bloody damage value popped out from above her head.

She's been emotionally distressed!

Just like watching several distressing works repeatedly, that stomach ache, that sorrow flows upstream like a river, it's hard to describe with words. Wei Qinglian's face turned pale, she covered her stomach and murmured, "I ate the kun..."

Seeing her reaction, Xia Yu was even more surprised, "I'm telling you, Imperial Chef, you really got into it too deep! Come back now! Also, can you tell me, what exactly did you taste?"

He really didn't understand the situation.

Uh.

After all, this was the first time using the complete chef's heart, that is, the golden-framed Food's Profound Meaning to cook. In other words, during the cooking just now, Xia Yu didn't think too much, but emptied his mind and let himself fly high and free. So seeing Wei Qinglian's intense taste feedback, Xia Yu felt quite embarrassed, estimating that he released another monster, now there's trouble!

Wei Qinglian glared at him fiercely like looking at the culprit, "You're such a bad person!"

She was furious, wiping tears.

"It's you who let us taste the beautiful story, and now you're the one who blatantly exposes this beauty!"

"Can you stop maliciously acting cute!"

Wei Qinglian was almost emotionally broken, the last sentence vaguely carried a crying tone.

The camera immediately focused on the famous female chef who was about to go berserk.

"Ah!"

Below the stage, Zhu Qing covered his face and said, "This brat has crushed another woman."

"However, hehe, Wei Qinglian once again fell at Yu's hands, made a great fool by his cooking, hehe, this is a culinary showdown concerning the highest honor of the young generation in the Chinese Realm, it's bound to be replayed by the media. Once Wei Qinglian breaks free from this memory on the taste buds, seeing herself losing composure and crying on TV, she would definitely be too ashamed to lift her head when facing Yu, her status naturally lower by a rank."

Hearing Zhu Qing's filled-with-schisophrenia soliloquy, her best friend Zhao Tong beside her tugged at her sleeve, laughing hard, pointing at her mouth's corner, "I say Aqing, could you wipe off the drool from the corner of your mouth first, stop looking like a love-struck fool."

Xia Yu didn't know how to respond to Wei Qinglian, so he could only gaze at her apologetically.

Without reaching the exaggerated point of tears flowing, Wei Qinglian was still very strong, there was only a shimmering tear flicker in her eyes, which she firmly controlled in the following one or two minutes.

Without the effect of tears streaming down her face, the audience let out disappointed sounds, some naive Demon King fans shouted, "Demon King Xia, your tear-jerker bomb didn't work well!"

Similarly confused situation, Ye Feizhou's fanclub booed.

"Oh, he successfully angered one of the judges!"

"Good news from heaven!"

"Doesn't this mean our Flying Boat firmly holds a vote?!"

On stage, Ye Feizhou was displeased, watching the unrest of the stadium gradually unstoppable, he slightly frowned and shouted, "Everyone, quiet down!"

Everyone looked in surprise at Ye Feizhou who took the initiative to maintain order.

Xia Yu also looked over.

Ye Feizhou has an Exquisite Heart, knowing something was wrong, he lightly shook his head towards Xia Yu, walked two steps, to the closed-eyed Dragon's Head, and tried to call out, "Master..."

The Dragon's Head gradually opened his eyes.

His eyes were no longer calm and deep as before, like a stone thrown into an ancient well, with ripples spreading.

"Please guide us through the confusion!" Seeing Dragon's Head open his eyes, Ye Feizhou bowed deeply, almost ninety degrees, full of sincerity on his face.

Obviously, Ye Feizhou wanted the Dragon's Head to come forward, to deliver a verdict for this culinary showdown.

Alas!

A silent sigh.

The ripples in the eyes were deeply hidden, the Dragon's Head stared at Xia Yu, one minute, two minutes, and in the dead silent atmosphere, staring Xia Yu to the point of goosebumps, ah, this old fellow was looking at us affectionately, intending to make me pick up the soap? Pfft pfft pfft, Xia Yu quickly subdued his wild and unrestrained internal monologue, couldn't help but speak, "What do you mean?"

"Clap, clap, clap..."

Responding to him, was a series of crisp claps, spreading wider and eventually echoed through the entire stadium.

The Dragon's Head successfully set a trend, then Lan Fengxian, Wise Man Karl, and the unknown Lin Chef who was just there for the sauce, also cast an appreciative glance at Xia Yu, with loud applause.

In the camera, Wei Qinglian's eyes were still red, she stared at Xia Yu longer than the Dragon's Head, at least ten minutes, right? From the initial anger, to vaguely having fans shout "return my kun with a blade," and now, was a mix of complexity and astonishment.

"Why, why!"

Wei Qinglian clenched her fist, "It's simply irresistible!"

"Obviously it's a sad story!"

"But if time could reverse, bringing me back to 15 minutes ago, if there was the same medicinal fish soup in front of us, I might still..." she murmured, her face growing bizarre, "Does loving it mean having to eat it? Why eat it, ah, because it was originally a delicious ingredient? There's nothing wrong with ingredients serving desires for food, food is the primary necessity. What's more, I really wish to keep it, isn't eating it another form of unity?"

There was a look of hesitation in her eyes.

"No way!" The woman's hands covered her head, her eyes only had the coldness of a chef wielding a knife to slay living creatures, "It's just an ingredient, how could I possibly have ridiculous feelings for it!"

Unknown number of audience watching the live broadcast shivered.

This female chef seemed to have turned evil, how terrifying.

"Did I lose?"

The Dragon's Head's applause set up a wave of sound in the whole stadium, Ye Feizhou stood amidst it, bewilderedly looking at his close master, whom he held utmost admiration for as a definitive idol, offering applause to his enemy, and his face rapidly filled with loneliness.

Lost!

Initially, Ye Feizhou didn't blame anyone, nor did he resent his master for being overly fair and openly praising his opponent.

Blame me, it's me whose culinary skills are poor!

It's me who's inferior in skill.

Ye Feizhou tightly bit his lip, bit hard enough for a thread of blood to drip from the corner.

The courage gathered from the note "Though thousands stand in my way, I shall go forth" before the match, that so-called chef's spirit, upon revealing the result without suspense, vanished into thin air.

Ye Feizhou looked in the applause at Xia Yu, who smiled back, calm and composed, a thought occurred in his mind: "…Is this the so-called Demon King's posture spread by the outside world?"

If Xia Yu knew Ye Feizhou's inner voice, he would definitely burst into laughter.

Brother, you misunderstood, I'm just awkwardly smiling here.

Too awkward, the work of letting oneself go made the Dragon's Head applaud for a long time, Xia Yu was stunned.

Really that impressive?

Ah, I want to taste it too!

Xia Yu nervously eyed the sixth bowl of fish soup deliberately left on the table, casting a flickering glance, "Hurry up and end this, my awkward smile is about to fall apart!"

At this moment, a nearby young voice said:

"Can I taste your dish?"

The spotlight focused again on the two young contestants.

Ye Feizhou earnestly requested, "Please let me worship your masterpiece!"

Xia Yu's mouth twitched, "That phrase online, I believe nine out of ten times is sarcasm."

Implication being, with Ye Feizhou's gentleness, saying such a sentence couldn't possibly evoke disgust.

"If you want to taste, it's fine—" Xia Yu said laughingly, "But only half a bowl!"

Then took another bowl, and the soup on the chef's table was divided into two.

Even the small golden fish pieces in the soup were carefully divided into two parts by Xia Yu with bamboo chopsticks. His caution was with ample reason, any extra taste would ruin the freshness of the soup, consequently ruining the quality of the dish, at this time only bamboo knives and kitchenware could reassure people. What? You say use knives? The slightest odor from metal utensils would ruin the entire soup.

Ye Feizhou watched his meticulousness, sparking eyes.

"Here you go—"

Then, Xia Yu and Ye Feizhou each took half a bowl, drinking simultaneously before the camera.

"No wonder I lost..."