Reborn in Japan as a Chef God

"I haven't chosen the wrong path."

Xia Yu and Liu Ying stood at the restaurant's entrance, watching Lei Aoxue walk away.

A food duel? A private showdown?

No, no, no, the process wasn't that intense.

In the beginning, it was just an exchange in nature. Although there was an evil voice in his heart constantly calling for tutelage, Xia Yu had no interest in training Lei Aoxue. At least, compared to the passion he had for mentoring Eriina back then, he didn't have much enthusiasm. Besides, at that time, Eriina was obsessed with commoner cuisine, and her culinary philosophy was completely misguided, so Xia Yu felt the need to correct her.

And Lei Aoxue had already found her own path, she was exploring the supreme art of knife skills.

If it weren't for the "Divine Hand" enhancement, Xia Yu wouldn't be able to match her in the field of knife skills for the time being. Continuously shouting about teaching or correcting her would make him seem arrogant.

"Let's go back."

Patting Liu Ying on the head, Xia Yu smiled at her and said, "By the way, show me your understanding of the 'Seven Countries United Fried Noodles' recipe with a practical work. I'll give you some guidance."

Liu Ying replied joyfully, "Okay!"

The longing in her eyes was enough to show how valuable Demon King Xia's guidance was, and Liu Ying would realize this even more deeply in the future.

In a small alley on a commercial street.

Bam!

A fist hit the wall, and Lei Aoxue lowered her head, her expression shifting from disappointment, to confusion, and finally to determination.

"I am indeed not as good as him!"

"But, I will prove to him that the concept of 'supreme knife skills' can equally pave a road to greatness... I hope you don't stop advancing, or else, I will catch up soon and defeat you!" A confident smile spread across her lips.

Clearly, after this brief exchange, Lei Aoxue decided to temporarily put down the burden in her heart.

She's not foolish. Even if she wants to uphold the honor of the authentic 'Seven Stars Knife' and destroy that "inferior" set of knives in Xia Yu's hand, she needs enough strength. Otherwise, what right does she have to make others bow?

In the culinary world, skill is king.

Losers have no right to criticize others!

In short, the winner is justice, and the logic is that simple.

Deeply aware of the culinary gap between each other, Lei Aoxue made a rational choice to let go temporarily. However, within her mind, where rationality held the upper hand, there was still the girl-like annoyance—annoyance, still annoyance, her mind full of the figure that made her grind her teeth in frustration, "Why does it have to be him? Even without the 'Seven Stars Knife,' his culinary skill wouldn't diminish much. Could it be that the rival my mother said I'd inevitably encounter upon returning home is him? Why is it him..."

A series of whys.

In Lei Aoxue's subconscious, the shadow of the Demon King had quietly taken root.

…

In Jing Chu.

A villa in Jianghan, filled with luxury cars.

This is the renowned White Cloud Pavilion, acclaimed as Jing Chu's First Building, known throughout the Chinese Realm. Before ascending to the position of Master of the White Jade Pavilion in the Imperial City, Huang He owned this prestigious restaurant and was the head of all chefs.

Even though he was forced to retire from the Imperial City and return to his homeland, Huang He still held the title of Master of White Cloud Pavilion. During his nearly 20-year tenure in the Imperial City, he trained countless disciples, turning the province of Jing Chu into his territory, with numerous culinary landmarks spread across every corner, all venerating Huang He as the patriarch.

In broad daylight, the main building of the White Cloud Pavilion villa was bustling with guests.

In the back kitchen.

A middle-aged man with a black headband, wearing the attire of a head chef, stood at the center of a large table, surrounded by more than ten kitchen assistants and over twenty apprentices.

White dough discs were spinning in the air above the kitchen.

The head chef shouted in a deep voice, "Catch it—"

One of the dough discs suddenly left the table, flying towards the nearest kitchen assistant. This assistant, with sharp features, didn't reach out to catch it but rather raised his hand to pass it on. The dough brushed his hand, tracing a parabolic path before landing in a distant iron pan.

The stove was blazing hot; as soon as the dough kissed the iron pan, a tempting aroma wafted out.

"Catch—"

The head chef shouted again.

Whoosh.

He didn't have a rolling pin in his hand at all. With a punch of his fist and a swipe of his palm on the dough on the table, it was as if he was effortlessly writing a '8' character.

"Gulp!" An apprentice watched the dough discs drop into the iron pan and couldn't help swallowing, looking at the head chef with extreme reverence, "Chef Wei is still that Chef Wei!"

"Nonsense!"

Next to him, another apprentice chimed in, "Our Chef Wei was once one of the Five Chinese Talents. After graduation, he first served as head chef at a restaurant under the White Jade Tower for nearly ten years. Later, appointed by Master Huang as deputy head chef of White Cloud Pavilion, he served for another ten years! Twenty whole years of head chef experience!"

"Chef Wei's pastry skills are unmatched!"

"Even if Steel Rod Jie Qi and the Bai Luo Family's Pastry King Logan were alive, they would have to respect the culinary skills of our Chef Wei!"

The novice apprentices were whispering in admiration.

The kitchen assistants were receiving one dough disc after another from Head Chef Wei Zhong.

Some of the dough discs were directly thrown into the pan, grilled until crispy on both sides.

Others were rolled into strips, cut into thin strips with a knife, shaken open, cooked in boiling water, then scooped into bowls mixed with sesame oil, chili sauce, sesame paste, and other seasonings, waiting on trays to be served.

In this bustling atmosphere, a steward hurried in from outside.

"Chef Wei, Pavilion Master Huang is asking for you." The steward said to Wei Zhong, fearing any delay, and added, "Pavilion Master Huang is waiting in the assembly hall, please hurry."

"I got it!"

Wei Zhong nodded, finishing with the dough he was handling, washed his hands, and without changing out of his chef's outfit, he stepped towards a grand building with flying eaves.

In front of the building, there was a wind-breaking wall with intricate murals.

The mural depicted vast white clouds with an immortal riding a crane, ascending to the heavens on the clouds.

Wei Zhong's gaze swept past the mural as he maintained his usual composure, stepping into the silent hall.

"You're here..."

Upon hearing the footsteps from behind, the elder standing on the luxurious carpet turned around leisurely with his hands clasped behind him and got straight to the point, "I have something I need you to do."

Wei Zhong stopped two meters away, slightly bowing his head, maintaining the respect between mentor and student with Huang He.

Without asking what it was, Wei Zhong nodded, responding loudly, "Please instruct me, Master!"

Slap!

A scroll fell to the ground and unfolded, revealing a portrait of a young man staring ahead with clear eyes, his mouth wearing a refreshing smile.

"Who is this person..." Wei Zhong's pupils slightly contracted.

"Yes, this year's champion, who graduated as soon as he won the title. The 'Five Chinese Talents' can no longer contain this Great Demon King."

When mentioning the "Great Demon King," Huang He's tone suddenly turned full of ridicule.

"No matter what method you use, as long as this Demon King disappears from the Chinese Realm, the task will be completed!"

The air in the hall became suffocating.

After a moment, Wei Zhong shook his head, still not asking the reason Huang He was determined to eliminate this young man. "No matter what method?" Wei Zhong's eyes turned deep, "In the culinary world, I hope to resolve this with a food duel, which is a sacred rule respected by all chefs!"

"That would be best!"

A trace of coldness flashed in Huang He's eyes.

"Information about that person is in the bag. Take a look when you go back, and head to Shu tomorrow!"

Wei Zhong took the document bag and left.

Another elder emerged from a side room, clapping his hands and smiling insincerely, "Brother Huang, I didn't expect you to send Wei Zhong over. He is your most trusted confidant, closer and more trustworthy than that boy Ye Feizhou. If he is accidentally lost, the White Cloud Pavilion would bleed heavily."

Huang He snorted, "Wu Tong, you asked me for someone, and I gave them to you. I hope you keep your promise to keep Xia Qing away from that position!"

"If his grandson encounters adversity again, it will be difficult to manage both ends!"

Wu Tong laughed sinisterly, "If the Xia Family is allowed to revive, with their ways, none of us will have an easy time!"