Reborn in Japan as a Chef God

No wonder I lost!

Ye Feizhou was astounded with the first taste.

As soon as the soup entered his mouth and released its brilliance, it was as if a body with a faint chill from a cold pond softly embraced him.

Even as he spoke about it, he himself couldn't comprehend why this feeling originated from the mouth, gradually spreading across the entire body?

"Huh—"

Unable to hold back a gentle breath, Ye Feizhou seemed to see a stream of air surge out. Suddenly, his eyes tightened, and a shadow of a fish leaped high from his vision, its graceful and lively form paused in midair, then a perfect Tai Chi slowly emerged.

"No wonder!"

This was the second time Ye Feizhou spoke.

"Fermented black beans, garlic, scallion, perilla, almonds, mint, burdock seed, gardenia, bitter balloon flower..."

"Wait, and there's bamboo leaf!"

Appraising and meticulously analyzing the hint of herbal flavor lingering on his tongue, Ye Feizhou spoke with certainty, evidently never doubting his tasting ability, and he was entirely correct—these were indeed the 10 herbs.

But knowing the herbs doesn't mean Ye Feizhou can see through the recipe, otherwise, wouldn't every guest walking into a pharmacy turn into a physician? Such logic doesn't exist in the world.

Back and forth, repeatedly appraising, Ye Feizhou spoke despondently: "Even the slightest corner, can't be seen?"

His voice trembled.

Staring at the fish chunks in the half-bowl of soup, Ye Feizhou's expression was complex, "The next part must be the main topic, right?" Another thought hidden in his heart, just regarding the herbal recipe, it was already astonishing, because not every chef could construct a harmonious Fish-shaped Tai Chi Diagram.

Chewing.

With the fish meat at the mouth, originally intending to eat slowly bit by bit, but as it reached his lips, always able to restrain himself, Ye Feizhou couldn't help but gulp it down, his manner of eating was utterly out of character with his gentle elegance.

"Boom"

His mind plunged into another world.

The foggy sea surface, a young man on a raft, watching a Xuanjing, a whale that has given him profound life memories, slowly ascend into the sky, the dawn illuminated his tear-drenched, handsome face, making it shine.

"We will never be apart..."

A ghostly voice.

Suddenly, the scene shifted to a steaming deep pot, the whale became the ingredient in a stew, and Ye Feizhou just watched intently.

The grief-stricken face immersed in the story climbed with shock, which then filled with anger.

Who, who made a pot stew with the Kun?

At this moment a voice seemed to be at his ear: "You only have one choice, eat it, let it live on your tongue."

"Come, eat..."

"Eat it..."

Eat...

Ye Feizhou continued to look at the deep pot and the stew, oddly, his face full of anger gradually vanished, replaced by a chilling desire to feast, "Yes, I want to eat!"

A sound like shattering glass.

In reality, the soup bowl fell and shattered at his feet, Ye Feizhou supported himself on the kitchen counter, gasping heavily, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

Xia Yu was also just freed, but he was much calmer than Ye Feizhou, after all, no matter how he let go, he was the one who cooked the "monster" with his own hands, for which Xia Yu had enough resistance.

Facing Xia Yu's probing gaze, Ye Feizhou trembled, lowered his eyelids, not daring to meet his eyes.

A fear so indescribable, far surpassing the dread even when facing his master's wrath, struck his heart.

"His cooking, it can influence the human heart..."

A single sentence, enough to encapsulate the demonic character of this herbal fish soup.

...

Before the judges cast their votes, Xia Yu and Ye Feizhou left the stage one after another.

Xia Yu went to find a private space, to review the results once more.

Ye Feizhou, however, planned to find an empty bathroom, to splash cold water on his face and calm down.

The five judges returned to their seats.

"Huff—"

Wei Qinglian just caught her breath when she sensed the gaze coming from the dragon head, the elder nodded lightly at her and said, "Qinglian, you summarize the culinary works of these two talented individuals and announce the results."

"Yes!" Wei Qinglian promptly stood up.

What followed was inevitably a discussion about the wonders of the ten herbs paired in the herbal soup, but unlike evaluations of other contestants, the more Wei Qinglian spoke, the more restless she felt inside, she really wanted to shout—

Stop mentioning these trivial and irrelevant details.

Demonic!

For why she thought of this word, Wei Qinglian felt only "demonic" could describe the herbal fish soup she had previously tasted.

Suddenly, Wei Qinglian's body twitched.

She faintly heard the hushed discussions of Lan Fengxian and Wise Man Karl.

"Isn't it so?"

"Yes, not mentioning anything else, his cooking already possesses that kind of power, the reason Dragon Level stands above Kirin Level is precisely because this profound meaning can suppress all culinary meanings," Lan Fengxian said.

Taking a gasping breath, Wise Man Karl said, "Is he walking the path to become a dragon, enjoying the scenery along the way?"

Lan Fengxian had remnants of shock in his eyes.

Beyond this, he dared not say more.

For even him, inwardly trembling, had to desperately hide this secret, as if once leaked, the entire Chinese Realm would collapse in chaos because of this young man.

Walking the path?

The dragon head in the middle sat with closed eyes. Recalling his deliberately prepared golden plaque with "Hidden Dragon in the Abyss" before the match, the elder found it humorous.

Ha.

What hidden dragon in the abyss, clearly an Azure Dragon soaring to the ninth heaven.

"He can already be considered Ye Feizhou's senior, even his mentor," the dragon head slightly opened his eyes, looked at the empty battle king's chair under the lights, "Losing to such a monster, did he really lose?"

He shook his head, "It's not the same level, shouldn't be compared together, that's unfair."

The dragon head's words fell into the ears of several judges.

Everyone nodded in consensus.

The level of power is fundamentally not on the same plane!

Ye Feizhou's improved version of Phoenix Crystal was sufficiently dazzling, matching his title of five-time king, Heavenly King Disciple. Even strict as the dragon head, he found no flaw in its performance.

But the dancing, gorgeous Phoenix met with the Demon King's Iron Fist, which resulted in one punch breaking it apart, brutally and directly.

The only surviving memory of the whale on the tongue was the impressive achievement of the Demon King's Iron Fist.

"Let's vote—"

The dragon head spoke.

Persisting in a lackluster analysis of the dishes from both sides, Wei Qinglian was overwhelmed with relief, promptly raising her hand to press the voting button before her with a slap.

Thud!

The voting result displayed on the large screen.

5 to 0!

The number under Xia Yu's portrait was "5", undoubtedly crushed to victory!

This result left the arena speechless, scared that the air might suddenly go quiet.

Not long after, some female fans unable to accept Ye Feizhou being shut out, covered their faces and whimpered: "I already told the officials not to let such perverts enter the conference competition, why let the monster come and break the balance..."

Backstage lounge.

Xia Yu, utterly unconcerned with the outside world, reflected in the makeup mirror, was a face with a slight, silly expression.

A silly laugh in private solitude, letting himself go.

"Hehehe."

Checking the system information once more.

The two tasks "Shape of Fish" and "In the Name of the Demon King" both received completion notifications.

"System: Successfully created a new recipe by fusing Fan's Recipe and Shiny Silk-footed Fish ingredients, appraisal determined, the debut dish's control over Shiny Silk-footed Fish reached 83%, triggering third stage highest reward."

"System: You defeated Ye Feizhou with the new recipe, "In the Name of the Demon King" completed."

The new recipe's control over Shiny Silk-footed Fish offered rewards.

Defeating Ye Feizhou to ascend the battle king's throne also offered rewards, wait, don't forget on the stage just now, there was Eriina's remote delivery of good news, those two Seven Stars Knives, Xia Yu hadn't signed them yet.

It's like a remote express delivery, splendidly enjoyable.

"Knock Knock!"

Someone knocked on the door, interrupting Xia Yu counting his spoils.

"Who?"

"It's me..." An apprehensive voice.

"Click" went the door opening, Xia Yu poked his head out, seeing Ye Feizhou standing outside the door, looking unwell, "Well, now there's no one backstage, you better not come in because I'm scared."

Ye Feizhou shook his head and handed a white plate through the door.

"I tasted your dish, now you taste mine." He looked at Xia Yu's face with some expectation.