Reborn in Japan as a Chef God

On the TV screen, stars were dazzling.

Xia Yu stopped in front of Ye Feizhou's resting room table, casually glanced over, and saw the camera zooming in on Chen Yang, exclaiming, "It's him!"

"Him?"

Ye Feizhou was puzzled, "An acquaintance?"

"Yes, he's a friend of mine. If we're discussing culinary skills, I think his skills are no less than the 'Five Talents'."

Upon hearing this, Ye Feizhou immediately became serious.

No less than the 'Five Talents', which means he's a top-tier new chef.

"Pay attention to his dishes—"

Xia Yu pursed his lips.

Huh?

Ye Feizhou fixed his eyes on Chen Yang dressed in a western chef's outfit, wondering why the duel was at a intense stage since Chen Yang was finishing his culinary work. Clearly, the duel was nearing its end and the outcome was about to be decided.

The camera panned to Chen Yang's dish, a glare burst forth!

It was the ingredients that were shining, but this "shine" was not the traditional shine, it was the inherent color of the food.

It was a plate of fruit salad, full of Western cuisine aesthetic, with strawberries, apples, pears, and many oddly shaped things the audience couldn't name.

Moreover, the strawberries, apples, and pears were just as peculiar, not everyday varieties accessible to the public.

"He's a Food Tyrant Chef!"

Witnessing the scene, Ye Feizhou blurted out.

Xia Yu nodded.

Food Tyrant and Food Ethics Chefs are two extremes, one is the restrained elegance of ink painting, the other is the realism and splendor of Western oil painting; even a blind person could discern the difference.

Ye Feizhou's pupils slightly contracted, "Ten years ago, the Food Tyrant circle in the Chinese Realm suffered greatly, those people dispersed, went abroad; not to mention anyone with top-tier culinary skills, there have been very few promising Food Tyrant newcomers in these years... actually, there have been none!"

To this, Xia Yu only said, "His surname is Chen."

Surname Chen?

This made Ye Feizhou uneasy, his breath caught, "A Food Tyrant chef, with the surname Chen, possessing top-tier culinary skills..."

These factors all pointed to the descendant of the Chen surname Kirin Child from ten years ago.

"He's the son of Chen Dingbang and Lin Qingfeng?!"

His hand hanging by his side slightly clenched.

Noticing this subtle detail, Xia Yu thought silently, looks like Ye Feizhou knows quite well the grudges between the Chen Family and the leader.

However, Chen Dingbang had died long ago, and the widow and yet-to-fully grow son chose to return at this time, a decision that seemed foolish to Xia Yu.

"Done, finished!"

The host's voice came from the live television broadcast, slightly trembling, clearly astounded by Chen Yang's performance.

Not just the host, the stadium went as silent as death.

Too dazzling!

That was people's first impression of Chen Yang's dishes. Chen Yang brought his dazzling dish on stage; if observed, it was easy to see that the plate's fruit salad had not yet been drenched in his special salad dressing, which was sealed in a glass bottle and was naturally the focal point with its green sparkle.

"What's in that bottle?!"

"It looks mysterious, is that his secret weapon?"

"This person is surnamed Chen, seems incredible, why was he unknown in Chinese Realm before!"

The stadium was soon filled with discussions.

In the guest suite, Lin Qingfeng heard others discussing her son, her expression became complex, she glanced at the chairs always focused under the lights and at the elderly judge in the center of the evaluation table, angrily said, "Yang should have been the focus and talked about long ago. He's the son of Chen Dingbang, a young dragon inheriting the 11th generation Kirin Child's culinary talent; the Chinese Realm should have heard Yang's name by now..."

Apparently sensing Lin Qingfeng's gaze, the leader frowned, raised his eyes to glance at the brightly lit guest suite on all sides, searching for someone, then lowered his head to examine Chen Yang's work.

A round of applause burst forth.

Wise Man Karl praised, "I didn't expect to see such authentic Food Tyrant Cuisine at the highest new talent showdown stage of the Chinese Realm."

"This, despite its appearance as an apple, is actually called 'Apple Cherry', a blend of apple sourness and cherry sweetness, selling wonderfully in Western markets. Our IGO's large farm in Denmark opened many specialized planting areas this past year or two, yet still can't meet the huge demand..."

Wei Qinglian slightly frowned, pointing at a piece of differently styled, seemingly grilled banana in the plate, "What is this?"

"Oh, that's 'Banana Tenderloin', grilled for enhanced flavor."

Said Karl, picking up a small golden flower placed decoratively at the corner of the plate, gently breaking off a petal and handing it to Lan Fengxian beside him, blinking as he said, "Try it. It'll open up your appetite; it's perfect as an appetizer!"

Lan Fengxian hesitantly consumed the petal.

Chewing with his teeth, wasn't like chewing a soft and silent petal; it was like eating fruit, crunching, as the juice surged in his mouth.

At the same time, the abundant juice released a unique flavor, very similar to garlic, stimulating his taste buds, creating a refreshing and appetite-inducing sensation.

The evaluation table fell silent for some time, as five people shared the strange flower-like ingredient.

"What's this, then?" After a while, the leader pointed at the salad dressing bottle.

Chen Yang faced the leader's sight without fear and said, "Broccoli tree sap!"

Wise Man Karl was taken aback.

The other four evaluators were puzzledly frowning, "Broccoli is just broccoli, there's a tree? And tree sap..."

All doubts abruptly stopped.

Chen Yang just smiled, twisting open the glass bottle cover.

Instantly, the Dragon Gate Hall, with its ancient history, seemed showered with a fine green rain, a natural force embracing a fresh and natural breath swept over everyone's noses and cleansed their souls.

The air fell silent.

"What is that?!" Ye Feizhou showed a trace of amazement on his face, "Just the juice of pure ingredients can cause such a wide coverage of scent?"

"Zhao Zhen's fourth seat is in danger!"

In his muttering, he suddenly noticed it was very quiet next to him.

Hmm.

Ye Feizhou turned his head, only to see Xia Yu's figure leaving the room, the footsteps pattering away.

...

"Hmm!"

Walking through the silent corridor backstage, Xia Yu yawned.

"Uninteresting!"

It's not arrogance, but from Xia Yu's perspective, whether Chen Yang or Zhao Zhen, their culinary performances and dishes were as exposed as being unclothed, utterly unmasked in his naturally activated super-visual talent.

Thus, it's just uninteresting.

Completely bare, without attractive depths for exploration, Xia Yu found no reason to sit and seriously enjoy them.

Or putting it in a more teeth-gritting way, as an adult, looking back at a fight among elementary students, is it interesting? Do what you need to do, wasting time will only let reality teach you a lesson. Xia Yu felt an impending sense of urgency, fearing encountering some old monster who dislikes him; one could say the water in the Chinese Realm is too deep, not a fishpond where top-tier chefs like those in the Japan Realm could roam freely.

Moreover, there were more intriguing matters, like joyfully checking the task rewards.

The two newly acquired Seven Stars Knives, what exactly are their uses, what aspect of his knife skills could they enhance?

Wait.

The source of task rewards recipe fragments, is it "Demon-breaking Eight Formation," or "Mother Solar Sphere?" This indeed concerns his future direction, an arrow pointing the way.

Distracted by thoughts, yawning as he passed the corridor corner, beyond this corner was the private break room, not expecting a straight and slender leg to whip through, bringing the sound of wind, like a lash suddenly swinging and kicking over.

Xia Yu raised his hand to block and cursed, "Which old bastard is this, with such a grudge crouching here, blocking my view!"