Reborn in Japan as a Chef God-Chapter 60 - Ingredients of the Research Institute

Xia Yu was stunned.

Shuangjiang Tofu?

It sounded somewhat familiar.

At the same time, he was curious.

The IGO Food Research Institute was an independent organization under the IGO Headquarters Research Bureau.

This department was the most mysterious and also the most extensive within the IGO.

They had established many cultivation and planting ecological zones worldwide, and the Eleventh District Food Research Institute in Neon was a branch of the headquarters.

“Perhaps we can try making the perfect mapo tofu with that kind of tofu,” Liangzi Lina then turned her intense gaze on Xia Yu, “Tomorrow I will bring some Shuangjiang Tofu over to research it together with you.”

To be honest, Xia Yu was also filled with curiosity about the new type of tofu developed by the Eleventh District Food Research Institute.

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“Just send over the tofu, forget about researching it together.”

Xia Yu said casually, not noticing Hozoi Midori beside him frantically signaling to him with her eyes, looking rather anxious.

“You…”

A hint of anger flashed in Liangzi Lina’s eyes, but for the sake of perfect cooking, she said as calmly as possible, “You might not know who I am.

Then allow me to introduce myself…”

“Stop!”

“I’m not interested in you at all!”

Her previous impolite behavior left a very bad impression on Xia Yu.

He waved his hand, turned to leave, “Mr.

Shinohara, there are two dishes left, I will make them for you to enjoy.

Also, please restrain your subordinates properly, don’t let them intrude into private kitchens again.”

“Yes, yes!”

Shinohara Shigetaro shamelessly nodded, eagerly watching him walk into the kitchen, then his face darkened as he dragged back the monk in robes who was wandering around near the kitchen.

“Sit properly for me!”

He lightly patted the monk’s shiny bald head with his palm and pressed him onto a chair.

Shinohara Shigetaro pointed at him and laughed scoldingly, “You don’t have to look for that so-called special chef; you went to the kitchen just now, did you see anyone else?”

The monk was shocked, recalling the scene, he looked incredulous.

“Director, you mean, that boy…

is a special chef?”

His Adam’s apple moved uncontrollably.

The monk was deeply shocked, even frightened by his own thoughts.

A high school student becoming a special chef, the level of genius might not differ from Chef God Liu Maoxing, who rose a century ago.

In that era, Liu Maoxing became a special chef at the age of thirteen, which was unprecedented, and no one has broken this record since.

At the same time, the genius chef Lan Feihong passed the special chef examination at nineteen, alongside Liu Maoxing.

There was also the deputy chef of Guangzhou Yangquan Restaurant a century ago, Master Jidi, who also became a special chef at twenty, but it was a regret in the culinary world that Master Jidi’s stunning ice carving culinary skills were lost.

When thinking of Yangquan Restaurant, the monk’s eyes filled with awe.

A hundred years ago, Yangquan Restaurant was a gathering place for the culinary world, where many culinary experts had practiced.

Though rebuilt on the ruins post World War II, Yangquan Restaurant was no longer as prosperous as it once was, yet its status in the Chinese cuisine world was as significant as Far Moon’s in Neon.

In terms of global culinary influence, the ancient Yangquan Restaurant undoubtedly held a position over Far Moon.

“No, he is not a special chef!”

Liangzi Lina interjected, “I watched his cooking process in the kitchen earlier; his basic skills are very solid, ranking among the top in the students of Far Moon and Shi Lin Temple, but he lacks advanced techniques…”

Speaking, Liangzi Lina hesitated, then frowned slightly and said, “He seems to have not been in contact with culinary arts for long, yet he gives me a very seasoned feeling.

It’s so strange.”

The monk in robes remained silent.

Shinohara Shigetaro was thoughtful.

He had been an old customer of Xia’s shop, though he only tasted Xia Yu’s cooking a few days before the old man returned home.

The bowl of beef ramen full of imitation vibes surprised Shinohara Shigetaro quite a bit, but that was all.

Simple imitation, despite how detailed, still lacked the most important thing—soul!

However, trying the magical mapo tofu this time, Shinohara Shigetaro was tightly wrapped by the soul of the dish, and now the demon named appetite still waged a hunger protest within him.

What made this young chef grow so quickly?

Shinohara Shigetaro was full of curiosity.

Stir-fried Qingjiang Vegetable and Furong Crab Meat Egg were actually much simpler to make than the magical mapo tofu.

In less than half an hour, Xia Yu had placed the two covered dishes on the dining table.

“Please enjoy—”

This time Xia Yu didn’t uncover the lids himself but instead smiled and stood to the side.

Shinohara Shigetaro, without hesitation, lifted one of the lids, and with a crash, as the dazzling light shone, the aroma of freshness immediately spread.

This freshness wasn’t seafood but river catch.

At that moment, Shinohara Shigetaro seemed to envision a bustling crab-catching scene, where one by one plump hairy crabs were scooped by nets and brought home by fishermen, boiled in pots, turning bright red.

Then, the fisherman’s family savored the feast, a scene of harmony and joy, with happiness written all over their faces.

“I’ll open this lid!”

A loud shout snapped Shinohara Shigetaro out of his culinary fantasy.

The monk in robes clawed like a hook, reaching for the lid on the other plate.

Clang!

This hand was slapped midway off track.

Liangzi Lina shot a fierce glance at the monk, “This lid will be opened by me!”

“No way!” The monk returned the glare to the female investigator.

“Then let’s have a food duel!”

“A food duel it is, who’s afraid!” The monk slammed the table in anger.

The little boat of friendship capsized instantly.

The two stood up in unison, full of aggression.

“Ahem.” Just as they rose, Shinohara Shigetaro seized the opportunity, stretched out his hand, and abruptly lifted the second lid.

Instantly, the shop fell silent, returning to the midnight’s tranquil atmosphere.

Furong Crab Meat Egg was fresh.

So, the stir-fried Qingjiang Vegetable was undeniably the refreshing taste of vegetables.

Haha.

It was as if a breeze of spring brushed over the shop.

The two people who were at odds softened their expressions and gently closed their eyes.

When they opened their eyes again, what unfolded before them was a culinary tragedy.

Shinohara Shigetaro had already taken a pair of chopsticks and a bowl, indulging in the dishes without pause, picking vegetables, picking crab meat egg, eating with great focus, and the dishes were disappearing at a visibly rapid speed.

“Ah…”

“Director, how could you!

That’s against the rules!”

The monk let out a loud wail, plopped back into the chair, eagerly grabbing the chopsticks.

Liangzi Lina swiftly sat down too, not mentioning anything about a food duel anymore, just concentrating on eating, eating, and eating.