Reborn in Japan as a Chef God-Chapter 61 - A Small Test of Bursting Flame

Xia Yu added the idle Talent Points he had just earned from leveling up his cooking to “Bursting Flame,” watching the talent level data change from 0 to 1, which meant he had truly learned a heat control skill.

533 Fame Points remained.

Xia Yu didn’t plan to purchase a new blue recipe for now.

If he were to buy one, it would be the “Miracle Comet Fried Rice,” but the recipe cost 800 points, making it one of the top-tier blue recipes.

If he bought the “Miracle Comet Fried Rice” recipe too, he would master a fourth glowing dish.

…

Late at night, after eating and drinking their fill, the three IGO members sat chatting leisurely in the half-open dining shop.

“This Furong Crab Meat Egg is so delicious!

I felt like I could hear the call of the eggs and the crab!”

“The sauteed Qingjiang Vegetable was also quite good, like a breath of spring!”

The monk-like burly guy couldn’t stop praising the Furong Crab Meat Egg, while Shinohara Shigetaro complimented the refreshing Qingjiang Vegetable.

Liangzi Lina also gave her opinion, strongly supporting the Mapo Tofu:

“I think that Mapo Tofu was more incredible.

Almost perfect completion!”

“Moreover, the taste of Shuchuan cuisine is usually quite strong.

Once you’ve tasted it, your taste buds are dominated by the numbness and spiciness, and nothing else you eat afterward seems flavorful.

But we didn’t rinse our mouths, yet we were able to taste the following two dishes consecutively without dulling our taste.

On the contrary, it made them sharper…”

A complex expression appeared in the eyes of the female investigator.

To her amazement, in a small shop run by a student chef, she tasted a miraculously perfect dish that she found difficult to replicate.

After chatting, the three suddenly realized the head chef had run off.

Hozoi Midori, who stood by the side, saw Shinohara Shigetaro, Liangzi Lina, and possibly that top chef of a monk, turning around and looking for someone.

She pointed toward the kitchen.

“Yu went back to the kitchen,” Midori whispered carefully.

Before these three culinary greats, she had entirely reined in her strong temperament.

Witnessing firsthand how these famous chefs praised Xia Yu’s cooking, Hozoi Midori felt a kind of excitement she couldn’t even explain.

The person who defeated her was already enough to capture the attention of a top chef.

“The kitchen?”

Recalling the dishes they just finished, they felt their mouths watering again.

The monk-like burly guy was the first to stand up, striding toward the kitchen.

This time Shinohara Shigetaro didn’t stop him and followed, with Liangzi Lina surprisingly falling behind.

It seemed a bit out of the ordinary.

“Shh!”

They stopped at the kitchen door, and Shinohara Shigetaro pulled on the monk, stepping forward himself.

He gently slid the door open a crack.

Immediately, three faces peered through at the red glow reflected on them.

In the kitchen, a wok set on a pile of charcoal fire was glowing red.

And Xia Yu was busy at the kitchen counter with his back to the charcoal fire.

“What dish is he making?” the monk rubbed his shiny forehead.

“Pork, cabbage, Qingjiang Vegetable.”

“Ginger slices, minced garlic, green peppers.”

Xia Yu quietly recited the ingredients he had prepared on the kitchen counter, and Shinohara Shigetaro was equally puzzled.

Huh.

The three were startled when they saw Xia Yu lift a large piece of nearly cooked pork belly from a pot of boiling water on the stove, placing it on the counter.

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He quickly sliced the pork belly into thin slices while it was still hot.

There was no doubt about Xia Yu’s knife skills.

The shiny chef’s knife in his hand turned into a blur, and the pork belly soon became a plate of thin pork slices, emitting a faint meaty aroma.

“Phew…”

Unaware of the three pairs of eyes at the door, Xia Yu took a cloth to wrap the two handles of the red-hot wok and moved it back to the stove, readying for cooking.

With pork slices, cabbage, and Qingjiang Vegetable on one plate in his left hand, and holding a spatula in his right, he was all set.

The atmosphere froze for the moment.

Xia Yu didn’t rush to start but carefully went over the knowledge of the “Bursting Flame” technique in his mind once more.

However, the few outside the kitchen were growing impatient.

“A red-hot wok!

How difficult it must be to control the heat!” the monk said in a low voice.

“To heat the wok to this extent with a pile of charcoal, how long has he been preparing?

Putting vegetables into a cooking pot at this temperature, even slightly careless, those vegetables would lose all moisture and burn…” Liangzi Lina commented.

“A Shuchuan dish?” Shinohara Shigetaro, keenly observing the mixed ingredients on the plate, noticed the green peppers cut into small segments.

Sizzle.

While they were having their discussion, Xia Yu took a breath and dumped all the ingredients—the pork, cabbage, Qingjiang Vegetable, along with ginger slices, minced garlic, and green pepper condiments—into the red-hot wok.

The instant he added oil and threw in the ingredients, flames erupted from the cooking pot, and fiery serpents leapt skyward.

The spatula in Xia Yu’s hand transformed into a demon-slaying staff subduing the fire snakes.

The tiny flames enveloped the sliced vegetables and pork.

As Xia Yu stir-fried with his spatula, the ingredients rose into the air with flames, only to fall back into the wok just before the flames extinguished—only to reignite fiercely upon contact with the wok’s surface.

The dazzling flames left the few outside the kitchen squeezing their fists with anxiety for Xia Yu.

The fire snakes from the red-hot wok occasionally surged out, almost swallowing him.

While stir-frying, those flaming ingredients, hovered in midair, always seemed ready to ignite him.

This rough and domineering cooking technique was truly nerve-racking!

Due to the extreme heat of the red wok, in just a few seconds after being added, the ingredients were cooked, releasing a rich aroma that surged like tidal waves.

The fragrance of pork, the freshness of the vegetables, and a hint of spiciness from the green pepper.

Even the slightest hint of aroma escaping their way had those outside the kitchen dazed, with their stomachs protesting anew.

“All done—”

A sigh of relief followed.

The spatula moved swiftly, and in a few quick strokes, the dish from the red-hot wok was shoveled onto a prepared plate.

Xia Yu wiped his forehead’s sweat, satisfied with the freshly cooked dish, “Not bad for a first try.”

On the plate, the thinly sliced pork belly showed no signs of charring, appearing crystal clear with perfectly cooked colors.

Moreover, the cabbage and Qingjiang Vegetable nestled among the pork slices retained their green hue, slightly curled, with a shiny layer of stir-fried oil on the surface—astonishing.

“System, score it.”

“Qualified.”

“Be more specific…”

“65-70 points.”

Xia Yu nodded upon hearing this, revealing a smile, “That’s fine!

For a first try, just give me a few more hours of practice, and I can push it to around 80 points.

If I get the recipe, in two or three days, I can make it shine!”

Just then, a voice suddenly came from outside the door:

“Can we try this dish?”