Reborn in Japan as a Chef God
Chapter 703 - 702: Food Tyrant’s Stomach 1
CHAPTER 703: CHAPTER 702: FOOD TYRANT’S STOMACH 1
Demon Star?
Chef Qian Rixiangzi, acting as the head maid, was coordinating and directing from downstairs, clearly showcasing her extensive hands-on experience as a head chef and manager; there hadn’t been any slip-ups in terms of greeting guests and coordinating the side dishes.
"Yes, that guy is back again!"
The usually soft-spoken and adorable Chef Qian spoke with resentment, her face marked by disgust.
Seeing this, the surrounding customers were taken aback.
Who is it?
Xia Yu picked up on something from her remark and his face slightly changed, but then he smiled.
"As expected!"
He was prepared for this.
Yesterday, he teamed up with old Mr. Senzuoemon to thoroughly pull one over on Lei Zhe, and Xia Yu felt that if he were in his shoes, he would probably be jumping madly as well – he’d definitely want to regain his dignity whatever it took.
"Let’s go—"
Calmly greeting Qian Rixiangzi, Xia Yu smiled as he bid farewell to Aoki Yuriko and then descended the stairs.
"Who is it?"
On the staircase, Shigong Xiaoci Lang grabbed Chef Qian by the head and pulled her back, causing Qian Rixiangzi to cry out somewhat aggrievedly, "Ah, senior, can you stop grabbing my head in the future?"
"It’s Lei Zhe, Lei Zhe!"
With her face tensed, she broke free from Four Palace Lushan’s grasp and quickly ran downstairs.
Lei Zhe!
Shigong Xiaoci Lang froze on the stairs, a bead of cold sweat dripping down.
He had heard the news first thing yesterday.
Among the graduates, there had been discussions, but coming from the Far Moon Lineage, they invariably believed that Lei Zhe troubling the students was beneath his dignity and foolish.
However, if the troubling was directed at an instructor instead of a student, particularly one who was well-known as a fellow competitor,
then that sense of discord vanished.
Heart pounding!
Thinking of the character "Qilin," it felt like a large mountain pressing down on Shigong, his complexion slightly paling and breath short.
He didn’t have the qualifications to compete on the same stage as Lin Chef, nor did he have the capability to entertain or challenge Lin Chef.
"Can he handle it?"
Holding onto the staircase railing, Shigong Xiaoci Lang, who had emerged from the battlefields of France Paris, quickly got his mental state back on track, calmly thinking, "Faced with a hostile Lin Chef, perhaps expulsion and rejection are still the best approach. He already expelled him once yesterday, doing it a second time today wouldn’t be a big deal!"
"Yes, expulsion!"
Shigong Xiaoci Lang took a deep breath, a hint of worry in his eyes, "I hope that’s what he would choose to do... hopefully!"
The image of a young, confident face flashed through his mind, leaving him uncertain.
Thinking this, Shigong hastened his steps down the stairs.
In the Skywell’s open-air kitchen, work had temporarily ceased; two female sous chefs stood between counters, casting worried glances towards the door.
At the entrance, a crowd had already gathered.
Click, click!
That was the flash of nighttime photography equipment.
"Welcome—"
Just as he came downstairs, he heard a nonchalant young voice, and Shigong Xiaoci Lang’s heart thumped, freezing at the staircase entrance.
Welcome!
He was welcoming Lei Zhe, not rejecting him, and there was none of yesterday’s expulsion!
At that instant, Shigong’s impulse was to rush forward and roar at the young celebrity chef—do you know what kind of customer you are dealing with?
Murmurs ensued.
At the start, the diners did not know why there was commotion, but when media reporters squeezed forward, shouting to interview Xia Yu and Lei Zhe, the diners finally realized who the distinguished guest was.
The entire building erupted in noise.
"What’s happening?"
On the fifth floor, a group of college students dining were also disturbed by the noise and squeezed up to the railing to look down at the crowd in the Skywell.
Upon hearing the comments from others, Aikawa Hikari and Aoki Yuriko instantly paled.
"Chef Xia, why would you host such tasteless people!" a female college student said.
"These people, regardless of their status, should be directly added to the blacklist!"
"Yes, refuse all service! Chef Xia is fully entitled to do so. Lei Zhe might be a Lin Chef, but he has already lost to Chef Xia in the competition arena. He is Chef Xia’s defeated foe!"
Not just students, hearing the diners’ words, this group of guests who had come to support right away were truly adorable; they instantly took sides without hesitation, making Lei Zhe out to be a loathsome Great Demon King whom everyone wanted to strike.
After all, this was Xia Yu’s home ground.
"No!"
Aoki Yuriko murmured to herself softly, looking down; her large eyes reflected the image of the youth welcoming Lei Zhe into the door, placing this special guest at a table.
In her eyes, there was a kind of reverence akin to facing a towering mountain.
"No matter what kind of guests, at Chef Xia’s, they will be unable to resist his classic dishes and receive the utmost satisfaction, right?" These were the thoughts of Aoki Yuriko.
Lei Zhe had come at just the right time.
After the Chiben sisters had dined, the table was freed up, and Xia Yu placed him there.
Grabbing a cloth, he personally wiped the table until it was spotless, then looked up to meet Lei Zhe’s piercing, mocking eyes, "Ready to order?"
Lei Zhe locked eyes with him. What he saw, however, were eyes as tranquil as a deep pool, unchanging.
He snorted, cursing inwardly about pretending to be calm. He never believed he had lost in a direct culinary face-off. What, the Sapporo competition? Sorry, that was a team competition between Lin Chefs and special chefs. Lei Zhe always believed that he lost to Zhu Qing and ancient recipes, not the young man in front of him.
So, in front of Xia Yu, Lei Zhe could easily display the airs of a Lin Chef.
"Ready to order? No problem, but before that, I’m curious about your thoughts," Lei Zhe asked lazily, his eyes narrowing slightly with a glint of sharpness, "What prompted you to host me?"
He split his mouth wide.
"My mouth is unlike ordinary people’s, and also different from those King’s Road Lin Chefs."
The glow from the lanterns swept past, and the mouth that opened, in the shift between light and shadow, gave an illusion of unfathomable depth.
Xia Yu, however, was composed.
"I’ve hosted Lin Chefs as well as Food Tyrant Chefs," he said.
Long before reaching the special class, his "Soul-Calming Noodles" and "Galaxy Noodles" had already influenced Qiushan Hong.
Also, before reaching the special class, he used "A Song of Ice and Fire" to give Mars, who had come looking for trouble, a journey about cuisine and life, which also earned him real estate from the shopping street.
Now, compared to the self before reaching the special class, let’s just say Xia Yu dared to point at a thousand past miniature selves: You all come at me!
The principle was that simple.
"Food Tyrant Chef? Are you talking about Mars?"
Lei Zhe unexpectedly knew, he must have gathered quite some information internally within the culinary community; his eyes revealed a layer of mockery, "Mars, seemingly only a step away from the Qilin-Level, is actually worlds apart. No matter what, he’s just a special chef; the so-called ’Demon’s Stomach’ is merely an embryo, the appetite of a Qilin-Level Food Dominator, you can’t even imagine!"
Xia Yu just slightly raised an eyebrow.
"Is that so..."
He saw a new task pop up on his retina display, surprisingly with a small sense of excitement.
"’Qilin-Level Food Dominator’s Stomach’: A true gold medal chef dares to satisfy any challenging guest. Before breaking the daily sales of 1 billion yen, you should first get rid of Lei Zhe. Completion reward: 10 Talent Points, unlock the [’Food Tyrant’s Stomach’] project."
Talent Points were secondary; the Food Tyrant’s Stomach?
This was naturally unique to Food Tyrant Chefs, probably what they called the ’Demon’s Stomach.’
What use was it?
"Let me ask you again, are you sure you want to host me?" Different from yesterday, today’s Lei Zhe was exceptionally gentlemanly, appearing very polite amidst the surrounding media cameras.
Disgusting!
Seeing this, students and graduates from the Far Moon Lineage around sneered and cursed inwardly.