Reborn in Japan as a Chef God-Chapter 67 - Conquer!

Hozoi Midori frowned slightly and spoke with emphasis, “I’ve already had breakfast, and I’m here this time to discuss the acquisition of this shop with the owner.

Are you the manager?”

She then stared at Xia Yu in surprise.

“Yes!”

“You’re much younger than I expected, quite unexpected.” Midori chuckled softly, a flicker of contempt hidden in her eyes—a mere kid, she thought, which made her more confident about the acquisition.

“Take a look at this acquisition contract…”

Hozoi Midori reached back, and a black-suited bodyguard handed over a prepared document bag.

Her fingers, painted with red nail polish, elegantly opened the bag and took out two documents.

“One is the contract, and the other is our renovation plan.” Hozoi Midori placed the documents on the table and pushed them over, her eyes squinting slightly upwards as she smiled, creating a fox-like allure.

“You can take a look at our plan first.

I believe you would be pleased to see the place where you grew up become a shopping and consumption hotspot.”

Xia Yu crossed his arms and did nothing.

“A renovation plan?”

“The one about the food street and shopping mall?” Xia Yu scoffed, “You just want to drive us out of the shopping district, don’t dress it up in such fancy terms.

Sorry, but I’m currently running this shop and have no plans to leave in the short, mid, or long term.

If you’re not ordering, then you can leave and free up the table; many other customers are waiting to eat.”

He pointed to the customers waiting outside, being quite rude.

Hmm?

The smile on her face immediately disappeared.

Hozoi Midori leaned back and tilted her chin up, her gaze turning cold, “Do you think that the recent customer traffic has given you hope for a revival?”

“Give it up!”

Hozoi Midori said coldly, “Small-scale restaurants like yours simply don’t fit the trend of the times.

The customers are only here for something novel.

Once the novelty wears off, you’ll face serious operational difficulties!”

“People prefer dining at upscale restaurants with elegant decor and spacious environments, listening to the soothing music of a piano or violin, eating in peace, rather than squeezing into such cramped places, sweating and enduring strange smells in the air…”

“Are you finished?”

Xia Yu inserted his hands into his pockets and shrugged, “I admit what you say seems to make sense, service and dining environment are important, but whether it’s a small diner or an upscale restaurant, aren’t they essentially places for people to fill their stomachs?

As long as we do our food to perfection, customers will come.

That’s enough.”

“Perfect the food?”

Hozoi Midori laughed as if she had heard the biggest joke in the world, covering her mouth and bending over in laughter, her shoulders shaking.

“Do you know the fame that chefs from those upscale restaurants have in the culinary world?

They are the successful chefs with four-star and five-star certifications from the IGO gastronomic organization, and anywhere they go, they can command an annual salary of over a million US dollars!”

Xia Yu opened his mouth to retort, but suddenly he received a system notification:

“New task acquired!”

“Conquer Hozoi Yaeko.”

“Hint: This woman looks down on your culinary skills, prove her wrong with facts!”

“Reward: One shop upgrade without the cost of fame (Facade/Kitchen/Courtyard/Ingredient Storage).”

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A shop upgrade?

Xia Yu was secretly astonished.

This reward was equivalent to 1,000 points of fame—an amount consistent with the reward from satisfying Shinohara Shigetaro’s appetite last night.

It was worth going all out for!

“Shut your mouth!”

With his hands pulled out of his pockets and the mission accepted, Xia Yu had no excuse to back down.

“I’ll make a dish for you to try.

Of course, you’re also welcome to come to the kitchen to watch the process of it being cooked—just so you don’t accuse me of changing chefs.”

Surprised, Feng Zhizi stopped laughing and stood up.

At this moment, the restaurant was almost full of customers, who had overheard the argument between Xia Yu and Feng Zhizi, sparking discussion among themselves.

“That real estate queen actually looks down on the culinary skills of this restaurant’s head chef…” a female patron said indignantly.

“I think I just heard that young man claim he is the mysterious head chef!” commented a bespectacled and suit-clad gentleman, who looked like a businessman from an office building near Ueno Station.

“Yes, I think I heard that too!”

The customers exchanged looks, and then a scene of upheaval followed as everyone jostled to leave their seats and rush towards the kitchen.

In the courtyard’s tea house, Liangzi Lina, deep in thought and struggling with recipe formulation, was disturbed by the noise.

“What’s happening?” She couldn’t help but get up and walk out of the tea house, only to be startled to find the restaurant’s kitchen surrounded by a barrage of young customers.

Liangzi Lina, tall in stature, stood on tiptoes and could faintly see a purple-haired woman and two black-dressed bodyguards encircled at the very back.

Just beyond them was the completely open kitchen door where she could see Xia Yu busily cooking.

“Midori, listen carefully and find these ingredients for me.”

“For the pork, I want the top-quality belly from the refrigerated cabinet.

For chili peppers, skip the green peppers—we have dried red chilies in the storage cabinet, bring me those.”

Hozoi Midori walked to the kitchen doorway but then suddenly remembered something and turned back to ask curiously, “Don’t you want cabbage and Qingjiang vegetable?”

“No, get me two stalks of green garlic instead.”

Xia Yu waved her off as he set up the cooking pot on the stove.

By the time Hozoi Midori returned with the pork, Xia Yu placed a large chunk of it into the water and added green onion pieces, ginger slices, and a few Sichuan peppercorns, then also picked up a bottle of cooking wine, pouring a little yellow wine into the cold water.

The pot was left uncovered on the stove.

Xia Yu turned back to prepare the other ingredients.

Big Blast Fried Pork, huh?

Hozoi Midori, who had tasted the dish last night, shook her head.

The steps in preparation were completely different.

First off, Xia Yu hadn’t prepared the traditionally glowing-red charcoal-fired pot, and the two kinds of vegetables, cabbage, and Qingjiang vegetable, were replaced with two stalks of green garlic.

This stir-fried pork belly might be more fragrant, but the texture might also turn out worse.

“Huh…”

Hozoi Midori watched as Xia Yu opened a cupboard and, among an assortment of bottles and jars, took out a jar of a brilliantly red seasoning sauce.

The traditional Shuchuan bean paste!