Reborn in Japan as a Chef God-Chapter 68 - Dark Cuisine

Next came peeling garlic and slicing ginger, both done with practiced ease.

If cutting green garlic didn’t demonstrate Xia Yu’s knife skills, then the pork shoulder, which was seventy percent cooked and ready to come out of the pot, was excellent for honing knife skills.

The crowd suddenly fell silent.

Xia Yu pulled out a completely white chef’s knife resembling an ice blade that was crystal clear, slender, sharp, and emitted a faint white mist.

Shattered Jade Knife!

This time, Xia Yu planned to get serious, even bringing out his purple kitchen tools.

After many days of practice in the Chef God Space, he was intimately familiar with this knife.

Gripping the cool handle, he shifted from lazy to sharply focused.

“This knife…” Hozoi Midori’s pupils slightly contracted beside him.

It was her first time seeing Xia Yu’s personal kitchen tool.

Feng Zhizi at the kitchen door also expressed her surprise.

“A ceramic knife?”

“No, there’s something different about it!”

Feng Zhizi raised an eyebrow, realizing she couldn’t discern the material of that knife, which suddenly filled her heart with a nameless unease.

Next, Xia Yu’s performance made her quietly take a breath of cool air.

Under normal circumstances, slicing meat requires more force than cutting vegetables; however, contrary to expectations, the peculiar chef’s knife seemed to be perpetually suspended in mid-air while slicing the meat, never making contact with the chopping board, and producing no sound of slicing at all, enveloping the kitchen in a sudden silence.

However, in just a minute or two, the pork shoulder was cut into evenly thick, identically sized pieces of pork, neatly laid out on the chopping board, as if carved by a machine.

Feng Zhizi was astonished internally.

Xia Yu’s quick knife work had already surpassed her threshold of understanding.

Such speed required not only ten years of refined knife skills but also a high-quality, non-stick sharp knife.

Click!

The sound of the gas stove valve being turned on was followed by a bluish flame immediately rising under the pot.

Xia Yu appeared calm and composed, first letting the flame heat the wok, then adding a little oil, followed by ginger, green onions, garlic, Sichuan peppercorns, and dried red chili peppers, all sauteed in the hot oil.

The pungent aroma from the wok caused quite a few customers to pinch their noses.

Seizing the opportunity, Feng Zhizi gently laughed, “My taste is very mild; if your dish doesn’t satisfy me, then I’m sorry, but the many customers here will likely be disappointed in your skills as a chef.”

Xia Yu didn’t glance sideways; only the dish was in his eyes at this moment.

When he cooked, he was wholly immersed; otherwise, the beginner-level “Heart of Cooking” skill would be difficult to infuse into the dish.

Moreover, the “Heart of Cooking” was one of the key points he intended to use to put Feng Zhizi in her place.

In the original “Shokugeki,” for such an encroaching real estate developer, Xingping Chuangzhen was too accommodating, creating a signature dish for someone else to enjoy, which seemed a bit masochistic in hindsight.

So Xia Yu slightly adjusted his mindset.

A chef should satisfy all customers’ appetites, but although Feng Zhizi was detestable, she was still a diner.

Purposefully making disgusting food would be lowering himself and harming his reputation, especially with so many people watching.

He planned to make it delicious, fully showcasing his culinary skills.

But while making it delicious, he also intended for Feng Zhizi to feel a taste of pain.

Therefore, Xia Yu wasn’t using the “Chef God” Fried Pork recipe but the traditional Shuchuan Re-fried Pork recipe.

After all, the original dish’s origin was Neon, and Neon people couldn’t handle spicy food.

For them, the definition of ‘medium spicy’ might align with the ‘mild spicy’ or ‘slightly spicy’ of the Chinese.

But the traditional recipe, Shuchuan’s intense spiciness, was truly spicy, leaving no room for doubt.

Most Neon people probably couldn’t handle this level of spiciness.

Therefore, whether Feng Zhizi would willingly eat a heavy-spice dish depended on Xia Yu’s skills, and he was full of confidence.

“Sizzle, sizzle…”

The translucent slices of meat sizzled in the oil-filled wok.

Observing the edges of the meat slightly curling, Xia Yu estimated that the time was right.

He used a spatula to push the meat to one side of the wok, making space.

“Midori, pass me that bottle of sauce!” He extended his left hand backward.

At that moment, Hozoi Midori acted as his sous-chef and immediately handed over the Shuchuan Bean Paste that Xia Yu previously selected from the cupboard.

Twisting open the cap, Xia Yu poured half the bottle of bean paste into the pot in front of astonished customers’ eyes.

The sauce mixed with the original juices at the bottom of the pot, creating a boiling red hue.

The red oil had been stir-fried!

Xia Yu slightly raised an eyebrow.

Wielding the spatula with his right hand, he thoroughly mixed the other side of the stir-fried pork with the fragrant red oil sauce.

After a while of stir-frying, he added a bit of soy sauce, and the pork changed to a glossy dark yellow.

“Green onions!” He extended his left hand again.

Midori handed over the diagonally sliced green onions on a small plate.

Sizzle.

The last ingredient was added to the wok.

Xia Yu continued to stir-fry without the slightest haste.

Not only did the onlookers, but also Midori and Feng Zhizi, observing from the side, find this cooking process deceptively simple.

Simple ingredients, simple cooking steps.

Even Reiko Lina outside looked on with a hint of disappointment in her eyes, “Is this all there is to it?”

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With her special chef’s perspective, she also thought this cooking session was too plain and unremarkable—from the slicing of the ingredients to the stir-frying, everything was mechanical without anything commendable, and any chef with solid basic skills could do the same.

She raised her right hand to glance at the recipe notes, planning to return to the teahouse and continue researching how to deal with the aftertaste of “Shuangjiang Tofu.”

But at that moment, the crowd suddenly let out a gasp of surprise.

“Boom”

Reiko Lina cast a sidelong glance at the kitchen, then her steps halted, her pupils slightly dilating in astonishment.

Her side profile and eyes were vividly illuminated by a raging flame.