Reborn in Japan as a Chef God-Chapter 1070 - 1069: The Path (Part 1)

"What... what kind of ’egg omelet rice’ is this? I heard the sizzling sound of Sunshine Fried Rice... and the taste, it was so fine, so fluffy, almost as if there was an air-like layer between the grains of rice... Ah, the natural sweetness, the taste of air, combined with the fragrance of the sun, I feel like I’m back in my childhood sleeping in the freshly sun-basked cotton blanket, my mouth is warm and cozy, so comfortable—"

As the pretty female host, with unclear articulation and a collapsing expression, shared her tasting experience, following the command of Dragon Head Zhu Ji, the ’soup kitchen’ set up early in the foothills also began normal operations.

People scrambled to line up, just to get a small bowl of rice.

Although Zhu Ji and Yan Qi, these big names, have yet to reveal the real mystery by mentioning the name ’Mother Sun Ball,’ the memory of this Light Realm’s source recipe seemed deep-rooted in people’s minds. Even ordinary folks, upon seeing Xia Yu’s vivid and stunning outdoor cooking, felt an overwhelming sense of familiarity... This dish, I seem to recognize it!

Thus, under such a strong psychological drive, the atmosphere of the queue for boxed meals was indeed lively.

Meanwhile, servings of the dish were also conveyed to the platform where the Dark Cuisine World gathered.

"Here it comes!"

Wu Yingying couldn’t wait to dig in.

The dish inevitably lost heat during the transfer process. She worried that the fried rice would have cooled and its taste and texture would have dropped significantly. Who would have known, with the first bite, it felt like eating a sun; Wu Yingying’s eyes widened round.

Wu Jin chewed, his face showing an innocent, naive expression like a baby, but with a deep adult voice said, "I see!"

"Why does the completed ’Mother Sun Ball’ dish take the form of a large ball... I’ve always had this doubt. Our Dark World’s source, the ’Demon-breaking Eight Formation,’ is more like a banquet with a form similar to a full court banquet, relying heavily on the combination of ingredients and dishes to reverse the Yin Yang Five Elements with a wicked aim to control hearts..."

"Therefore, the ’Demon-breaking Eight Formation’ is not a single dish but a group of banquet dishes."

"The combination of dishes, the rules of ’Qi’ and ’Five Elements,’ are particularly important... In other words, it’s about pairing!"

"But in contrast, the source recipe ’Mother Sun Ball’s’ pairing and form seemed too arbitrary too unconstrained... Now I finally understand that the so-called ’Sun Ball’ has no fewer considerations and secrets than our ’Demon-breaking Eight Formation’!"

Frizzling.

As his teeth chewed on the rice, Wu Jin seemed to faintly hear the sound of air bursting and flowing.

The spherical shape is by no means merely a gimmick.

It contains the secrets of ’gravity’!

Very simply, the rice ball rolls along the steep slope of the Great Wall all the way down, and in such a snowball effect, the rice ball gathers a massive amount of air... That’s why it’s far softer and more fragrant than ordinary fried rice when eaten!

Wu Jin finds that the name ’Mother Sun Ball’ is well-deserved.

On the other side, atop the city wall where the Light Realm’s crowd gathered, Li Han inhaled sharply, "Hiss, what a fellow... I don’t understand his use of ’heat’ at all!"

Saying this, Li Han, the head of this year’s ’Five Chinese Talents’, looked around, and the ’black iron plates’ previously laid on the city wall were being dismantled and carried down the mountain by the staff.

Li Han showed a trace of contemplation, barely able to comprehend.

Previously, his ancestor Li Wannian also said that Xia Yu deliberately controlled the omelet rice’s heat at 70% cooked; the remaining 30%... the secret lies in these ’black iron plates’!

The sun!

Black iron plates!

Isn’t this a classic ’solar radiation’ tool? No, no, here it should be called a cookware.

Plus the layer of lard painted on white strips by Ye Feizhou and Wei Qinglian earlier, Li Han exclaimed, "No wonder he checked the weather forecast specifically! And said that this dish can only be made on the Great Wall!"

Tang Yuqiong tightly covered her mouth as if swallowing a puffed marshmallow, a light bite instantly filled her entire mouth with fragrant aroma.

Her mouth was stretched wide by some unknown force, a hint of saliva trickling from the corner.

Along with an innocent and undisguised expression on her face.

Tang Yuqiong felt as though she was being toyed with by ’sun’s claws’.

The reactions of her friends to the taste varied.

However, Wu Tong, as one of the few top Dragon Chefs in the Chinese Realm, in addition to tasting a thick layer of sun’s power, felt an even stronger military aura stimulating his body to the point of numbness and slight trembling!

"Truly insane!"

"He is truly insane!"

Wu Tong tasted a shred of ’will’ in the dish and after astonishment and shock came anger, "With his current achievements, level, he could do anything better, yet he insists on courting death by provoking a Heavenly King!"

Thinking of this, Wu Tong directed his sight towards the city wall’s peak position, unexpectedly catching nothing, as Xia Yu had long waved goodbye and disappeared from the camera.

In the tower, Xia Yu rested his chin, his face showing no obvious sign of happiness or delight.

A system message was displayed on his retinas.

78%.

This completion rate marked in red, hmm, Xia Yu wouldn’t know whether to say he was satisfied or not. Logically, for a first attempt at restoration, this completion rate was worthy of celebration. However, at the current height of his culinary skills, even for a source recipe, ’completion rate’ wasn’t his sole pursuit anymore.

He cared more about what he gained from this attempt.

The results were pleasing.

"How was it?"

A voice aged from behind.

Dragon Head Zhu Ji asked, "Was it successful for you?"

"I think it’s good!"

Xia Yu waved and walked away.

Just as he left, old man Xia Qing also came down from the wooden ladder, "He left?"

After saying this, he planned to climb up the ladder again.

"Did you not taste it?"

Without an object of inquiry, Zhu Ji suddenly stopped Xia Qing. The old man placed his hand on the ladder, without turning his head, saying, "Are you referring to his dish?"

"Battle intent, will. I tasted it."

"Hmm..."

"Is there anything else?" Hearing Zhao Ji’s ponderous tone, Xia Qing halted on the ladder, looking displeased.

"Forget it."

Zhu Ji shook his head remotely.

Xia Qing angrily said, "Don’t start speaking only to stop. It’s truly infuriating to leave sentences half-finished!"

"It’s that you haven’t reached the level, but Yan Qi and Wu Tong surely tasted it."

"..."

Xia Qing’s forehead sprouted a ’井’-shaped vein.

This statement was real.

He more or less heard an underlying message: You’ve been surpassed by your grandson.

This point particularly irked Xia Qing.

Perhaps suddenly noticing the tower’s tense atmosphere, with a faintly pervasive aura of anger, Zhu Ji slowly said, "That is the ’Sky-reaching Path’ he is pursuing..."

What? Xia Qing was astonished. He certainly knew what the so-called ’Sky-reaching Path’ was.

His good buddy Tiqie Xianzuowen mastered an ’Extreme Superior’.

Yan Qi also explored the ’Five Elements’ from the depths of the Dark Cuisine World’s foundation.

Actually, Xia Qing’s original decision to leave Japan and return to the country had the meaning of borrowing the heads of formidable foes and old enemies for sword-testing and honing. He was stuck in the Dragon realm for several years, watching Tiqie Xianzuowen about to take the final step, growing more anxious, thus returning to the country seeking an opportunity.

Who knew that before he could explore, his grandson had blatantly walked ahead of him.

"Moreover, what I saw was more than just one path."

"..."

This blockage in his chest almost made Xia Qing explode. He began coughing, punching his own chest solidly, thump, thump.