Reborn in Japan as a Chef God-Chapter 1066 - 1065: Unsealing the Forgotten Mark (Part 1)

Chapter 1066: Chapter 1065: Unsealing the Forgotten Mark (Part 1)

When the ’Traveler’ Wu Jin arrived at the village town of Jiankou Great Wall, the bustling scene in the small suburban market was akin to the City God Temple during a holiday, almost leaving no space to stand among the crowd.

"Buzz buzz."

A message vibration came from the phone in his pocket, it was an announcement from the ’Dark Cuisine World Chat Group’:

Everyone gather at the designated viewing platform, we’re at this location.

The announcement included a route map.

Wu Jin glanced at it and immediately knew where the gathering place was. He followed the crowd, climbing the Wild Great Wall. It was around one in the afternoon, with about half an hour left until the event started, the hottest part of a summer day.

Gradually, the crowd thinned because as the climb continued, the terrain of the Wild Great Wall became more perilous. Due to the lack of official maintenance, the wall was in disrepair. Just a few dozen meters further, military police in camouflage set up a cordon, discouraging or forcibly removing those trying to go further.

"Chef Wu, please, this way."

A staff member checked Wu Jin’s chef badge and politely cleared the way.

The gathering place for the Dark Cuisine World was on a tower of the Jiankou Great Wall.

This tower was well-preserved and at a relatively high altitude, offering a broad view once Wu Jin reached the top.

"Uncle Wu, you’re here!"

’Little Tianji Star’ Wu Yingying waved in greeting.

By now, dozens had gathered on the tower, a mix of men and women, young and old, constituting the most active elite of the domestic Dark World.

The leader Yan Qi was absent, and the genuine ’Tianji Star’ Wu Tong, as a senior figure, was the undisputed leader among the group.

Besides familiar faces, like Yan Mo in red, were those who once represented the Dark World participating in the international competition in Sapporo, also present.

"The main viewing platform is over there—" Wu Yingying helpfully pointed.

About twenty meters away was another large tower.

Notably, carriers were moving up and down, constantly transporting bags of ingredients into the tower.

An outdoor kitchen had been set up on the tower, with cooking stations along the crenellations, marked out like a fortress.

Outside the cooking stations were rows of intricately carved redwood chairs.

Wu Jin also spotted the exclusive viewing platform for the White Jade Tower on the left side of the Dark World platform, separated by a ridge about fifty meters away. They could barely see the figures and faces of each other on the tower; some familiar ones even waved in greeting.

As for the general public, they were kept at a distance, gathered on a complete section of the wall halfway up the mountain. From higher ground, it looked like a dark, dense mass, with the noisy crowd spreading into the tranquil mountain and wilderness.

"There must be ten to twenty thousand people gathered here," Wu Jin gasped slightly.

Considering this outdoor cooking event wasn’t promoted at all, from preparation yesterday to start today, it had only been about 24 hours. Yet it attracted a massive audience, proving the chef’s high level of attention, didn’t it?

"Look—"

Wu Yingying pointed to a group of carriers, each burly like Huashan porters, moving bags of ingredients from the mountain base to the treacherous tower peak, which was no easy task.

However, the focus wasn’t on the hardship of the carriers; people were curious about what exactly was inside those heavy bags.

The ingredients determined the content of the dish.

Moreover, this was a sudden outdoor cooking event initiated by that Young Dragon Chef after disappearing for over two months. Who wouldn’t want to know the answer in advance and boast to friends and peers?

"Uncle Wu, do you know what’s inside the bags?"

Wu Yingying’s smile had a cunning tinge of a mother fox.

Although the news of the outdoor cooking spread overnight, information on ingredients and recipes was particularly well-guarded.

"Rice? Flour?"

Wu Jin stared at a burlap sack on a carrier’s back.

On the other side, Wu Tong clutched the crenellations of the viewing platform, intently watching the central enormous tower, a trace of malice in his eyes.

The row of seats in the center belonged to the top-ranked Dragon Chefs of the Chinese Realm.

The grand chair in the middle was, of course, for Dragon Head Zhu Ji.

As a veteran leader and a major figure in the Dark Cuisine World, Wu Tong was excluded from the core circle.

Wu Tong knew exactly what this signified.

In fact, his ambitions had already been declared null after the "Kirin Child" naming ceremony, and now...

The malice in his eyes almost became tangible as Wu Tong thought to himself:

"Outdoor cooking?"

"What is he planning to concoct this time? Generally speaking, an ordinary Dragon-level Recipe wouldn’t require such a fuss. The old Zhu Ji wouldn’t bother to indulge a brat in nonsense. A Dragon-level classic? Something more impressive than his ’Top Scholar Fire Dragon Fish’? A classic nearing a finisher... could it be..."

His pupils constricted instantly.

Unbelievable thoughts emerged, startling Wu Tong himself, "It hasn’t been long at all! Impossible!"

The enormous tower on the mountain peak, inside.

Xia Yu sat quietly on a wooden stool, a meter away from the wooden ladder leading to the top.

The last batch of ingredients was transported, and Ye Feizhou, drenched in sweat, alongside Wei Qinglian, checked the mountain of ingredients piled inside the tower then woke Xia Yu, handing him a list of the ingredients.

"All checked, have a look. If anything’s missing, let me know immediately, and I’ll call for another batch from the foot of the mountain," Ye Feizhou said, holding a pager.

Covered in sweat, the thing was black and slippery, large and clumsy.

"What time is it now?" Xia Yu glanced at the list, placing it on the table beside him.

"Almost one-thirty!"

Wei Qinglian looked at her watch. Despite her usual cold demeanor, her face was flushed from exertion, making her appear like an immortal descending to the mortal realm. If any crowd captured her on film and shared it online, she’d undoubtedly gain another wave of fans.

Ahem.

At this moment, a long shadow stretched into the doorway of the tower.

Dragon Head Zhu Ji led several core Dragon Chefs of the Chinese Realm inside one by one.

"Everything alright?" Zhu Ji asked concisely.

"Everything’s OJ, BK!"

Xia Yu made a gesture.

Zhu Ji nodded, climbing the wooden ladder to the top floor. Instantly, a wave of cheers from outside the Great Wall wilderness roared like the sea.

The popularity of the Chinese Cuisine World’s sect leader was undeniable.

Next were Yan Qi, Kong Chun, Wei An, Li Wannian, Lan Fengxian.

Huh?

The seventh person paused, looking at Xia Yu with an open mouth, wanted to speak but hesitated, then sighed and climbed the ladder.

Xia Yu looked amusedly at his father Xia Qing’s back and said, "You should rest assured, I know what I’m doing."

Xia Qing didn’t turn, "Hmph, do whatever you like!"

At the entrance to the top, he stood firm.

"Is the ’Mother Sun Ball’ recipe learned from that volume of Shell Fairy notes from our family?"

Unexpectedly, his father suddenly asked this, full of vigor, which immediately drew the questioning gaze from Ye Feizhou and Wei Qinglian. Xia Yu, after a quick thought, realized his father was providing him cover.

Past ancient recipes can be dismissed as past dealings.

But now, it’s regarded as the origin of the Light Realm, a supreme ancient recipe.

Since Liu Maoxing disappeared a hundred years ago, this recipe and the finished dish vanished alongside. Even if his sister Liu Jinling had offspring, they weren’t direct descendants of Liu Maoxing.

Thus, the ’Mother Sun Ball’ became sealed away.

If the century-old seal were broken.

Xia Yu would need to provide the world with a plausible explanation.

The Shell Fairy’s notebook, which once caused disaster for the Xia Family, is an undeniably real shield.

"Damn! A perfect score for cooperation!"

Just as Xia Yu was about to give his father a thumbs-up, the sunlight and shadow flickered above the ladder. As he squinted slightly, the invitation from the host reached his ears:

"Let’s welcome Xia Yu, our Chef Xia..."