Reborn in Japan as a Chef God-Chapter 70 - The Pinnacle of Flames (Part 2)

Chewing the food, the rich flavor of the meat lingered in her mouth, even her breath was filled with the spice and flames.

“…Why is it so hot, why is it so spicy…

but why does it taste so good?!” Feng Zhizi screamed within her heart, shedding uncontrollable tears of pain from the scalding and spicy taste, yet also tears of joy for the deliciousness.

“Gurgle, gurgle…”

The chili oil hot spring suddenly started to boil vigorously, bubbles continuously surfacing.

A Flame Demon, shrouded in fire, slowly rose from the water.

Feng Zhizi was limp, powerless, deciding not to move anymore, she just stared blankly at the Flame Demon holding a scythe.

Among the flames, there was a face familiar and loathsome to her: a handsome young boy.

“Welcome to my Flame Empire…” The Flame Demon seemed to say to her in a deep voice, slowly raising his massive scythe, and with an angry sweep, whoosh, a wave of flames swept over!

Regaining consciousness, Feng Zhizi’s eyes gradually cleared.

She felt the heat, drenched in sweat, her professional suit skirt clung to her like a layer of steamed cloth, tightly wrapping her entire body.

Feng Zhizi forgot where she was and reached for the first button on her coat, snapping it open, and her fullness bounced out unrestrained.

Fortunately, there was a layer of white blouse underneath, otherwise it would have truly been a wet and burst-out situation.

“What’s with the real estate queen?”

“Who knows!

Maybe the food is just that good!”

“I want to try it too…”

The murmuring voices at the kitchen door burst into her ears.

Feng Zhizi finally came to her senses fully, her hand stopped on the second button of her blouse, frozen in place.

“Do you want more?”

Xia Yu saw she was alert and spoke leisurely.

Feng Zhizi’s eyes, misty with water, fixated on him, her lips coated in bright lipstick trembled for a while before an almost inaudible voice emerged, “Eat.”

“Please—” Xia Yu stepped aside.

Before Feng Zhizi reached for the chopsticks, she bit her lip and said, “May I have a glass of water, please?”

Her cute tone was strikingly different from her previous arrogance.

“Unfortunately, this dish cannot be paired with water to drink, else you would ‘enjoy’ it even more,” Xia Yu shrugged.

“So, no water, do you still want to eat?”

Xia Yu pretended to be about to take the plate away.

“Don’t—”

Feng Zhizi quickly stopped him, the chopsticks darting to the plate, immediately bringing back a large piece of return-fried pork, stuffing it into her mouth, her cheeks puffing out, she let out a tender whimper as she ate.

Now, the chopsticks couldn’t stop.

Feng Zhizi’s sweat increased more and more, her hair drenched and sticking to her cheeks, her makeup ruined by the sweat.

But she, engaged in a culinary duel in the food world, had no time to care about her own appearance.

“…May I try it?”

A voice suddenly came from behind.

Xia Yu glanced over and saw Liangzi Lina, so he nodded.

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“I want some too!”

Hozoi Midori had been waiting with chopsticks at the ready and squeezed in when she saw the chance.

“Ooh!”

After taking a bite of the meat, Hozoi Midori’s reaction was even more exaggerated than Feng Zhizi’s—she covered her mouth, eyes wide open, thighs clenched tightly, letting out a long nasal moan uncontrollably.

It was likely that the group of male spectators outside were already being stirred by such sounds.

By comparison, Liangzi Lina was much more composed.

It might be because she was used to eating Special Grade Cuisine or even higher, but after carefully chewing a piece of meat, Liangzi Lina put down her chopsticks, eyes filled with admiration.

“This is a dish that bears your personal stamp!”

“In other words, you’ve taken the recipe and made it your own!”

In fact, Liangzi Lina’s heart was not as calm as it appeared on the surface.

Heart of Cooking!

Only now did Liangzi Lina dare to believe that a young chef, still far from a Special Grade, had actually grasped the characteristic technique of a Special Grade chef, albeit at a rudimentary level.

She had already tasted glowing cuisine last night, but glowing cuisine was like a huge melting pot, completely refining all chefs’ techniques into one.

The ‘Heart of Cooking’ inside seemed insignificant, and Liangzi Lina was instead attracted by another quality of the glowing cuisine—the voice of the ingredients.

If the ‘Big Blast Fried Pork’ cooked in the red pot was considered a semi-finished product.

Then today’s traditional return-fried meat cooked over a big fire, in Liangzi Lina’s eyes, was already a high-standard dish with a high degree of completion.

Add on the rudimentary ‘Heart of Cooking’ and another unknown Flame Cooking Skill, this dish definitely qualifies as the signature dish of some high-end restaurant, with prices starting from ten thousand yen.

“System: [Conquer Feng Zhizi Yaeko] is complete.”

“Shop upgrade is being prepared; host, please select one of the following upgrade options: storefront/kitchen/courtyard/living quarters/food storage.

The upgrade will take three days, during which time please temporarily cease business operations.”

Let’s set aside the matter of upgrading for now.

Xia Yu was curious about the actual standard of the brand-new dish he had worked on through the night.

System rating, after all, was only a score for the completeness of a single dish.

He wanted to know more about the grade of the dish itself in the real world.

Just as recipes have levels of quality, so do dishes have star ratings.

A three-star chef showing their strongest skills and producing a four-star or even five-star dish is not unusual.

With a living Special Grade chef right in front of him, and as an IGO certification examiner, Xia Yu humbly sought advice.

“I was once invited to Far Moon’s school festival and tasted the dishes of the top few seats of that year’s ‘Elite Ten’.

As for their grade, although not their ‘signature dishes’, they weren’t far off.”

Liangzi Lina pondered and said, “There’s a ‘Table White Knight’ Si Yingshi, who also grasped a rudimentary form of the Heart of Cooking, but his Heart of Cooking is strange, taking the path of completely abandoning self to fully devote to the cuisine…

Hmm, what’s the name of this ultimate dish of fire?

The creativity is good, with spiciness and flames complementing each other, very impactful!

I think you can compete with that guy.”

Table White Knight, Si Yingshi?

Xia Yu was shocked, thinking he had misheard.

Whoa, sister, that’s the Elite Ten’s top seat!

“My dish is called ‘Bursting Flame Return-fried Meat’,” Xia Yu said.

“Can you be more specific about how many stars this dish would likely receive from the IGO judging organization?”

“No problem getting through Three-star Chef certification,” Liangzi Lina glanced at him with a look of surprise in her eyes.

“You’re still a One-star Chef, right?

I think you should consider going to the IGO Tokyo headquarters to apply for a promotion exam.”

Liangzi Lina said this, and Xia Yu suddenly remembered that among the IGO’s certification system, the previous class’s graduates like Kazasaki Tatsuki, Kikuchi Sankaku and others were only Four-star Chefs.

Now, being able to make Three-star level dishes, he was infinitely close to the standards of Far Moon’s graduates.

In other words, had he come from Far Moon, with his level of cooking, he would be among the top 10% of the previous class’s graduates.