Reborn in Japan as a Chef God-Chapter 1068 - 1067: Unsealing the Forgotten Mark (Part 2)

Chapter 1068: Chapter 1067: Unsealing the Forgotten Mark (Part 2)

"Fried rice?"

In the Aegean Sea over in Europe, in the living room of a luxurious mansion, Gaius sat cross-legged on the sofa, watching the live TV broadcast with great interest.

On the screen, Xia Yu wasn’t fighting alone.

He had two assistants, Sen Tian Makoto and Tiqie Helinai.

These two were responsible for rinsing the rice and transporting the dry goods.

As for the other procedures, like cooking the rice and chopping vegetables, Xia Yu handled them all by himself, not allowing the assistants to intervene.

It took about half an hour, and on every stove across the large tower, huge ’rice steamers’ were all set up as cooking equipment.

Xia Yu had enough cooking experience with "fried rice."

After all, with the classic "Gold and Jade" already mastered, handling this series of steps in "Mother Sun Ball" was practically second nature to him now.

The ’rice steamer’ was actually just a large wooden tub, provided by the Dragon Head Zhu Ji.

For fried rice, this was a perfect piece of cookware.

Every step had to be perfect.

This was the foundation for recreating ancient recipes.

If even the basic details weren’t handled perfectly, how could one claim to pursue completion?

"What I want is not just a passing grade!"

Xia Yu focused on chopping the vegetables.

Thud, thud, thud!

The kitchen knife wasn’t a legendary blade but chopped the soaked ’dry goods’ into tiny bits on the chopping board. Although they’ve been soaked, such soaking still seemed ordinary. With the legendary "Magic Saint Copper Artifact" in Xia Yu’s possession, if he wished, he could easily handle it perfectly and even enhance and enchant the ingredients beyond just soaking!

Time rewinds to last night.

In fact, Xia Yu had already met with the Dragon Head Zhu Ji, submitting the "Greedy Wolf Pot" and "Magic Saint Copper Artifact" he retrieved to the state.

At that time, Zhu Ji asked curiously, "Since you have an important cooking practice tomorrow, aren’t you planning to bring the ’Magic Saint Copper Artifact’? If needed, I can also bring you the ’Eternal Spirit Blade’ and ’Kakura Blade’ for use."

"For high-tier dishes, the equipment is quite crucial!"

Eternal Spirit Blade and Kakura Blade? Damn, that’s not just a godly gear max level?

Xia Yu barely resisted the temptation, saying, "Dragon Head, in real battles among top chefs, sometimes the legendary utensils might be redundant, right? Confident chefs rely on genuine skill to confront each other, with a surging momentum... heh heh, that’s something legendary utensils can’t bestow upon a chef, can’t compete!"

Zhu Ji smiled meaningfully, "A surging momentum, eh? Seems like you’re preparing for a formidable opponent."

"Duh!" Xia Yu yawned.

"..."

Clearing his mind, he dismissed any images of legendary utensils from floating around his brain.

Xia Yu took a deep breath, mischievously thinking to himself, here he was, putting on a big show in front of the Dragon Head. Though legendary utensils are indeed extremely important, if it were another recipe, Xia Yu would certainly and cautiously consider using them, but this was directly related to the "Mother Sun Ball," the source recipe of the Light Realm which seeks the natural way!

Sunlight!

Xia Yu lifted his head to gaze at the sky, the light seemingly searing his eyes.

Also...

He stomped his foot on the ground. Wasn’t this tower, this Great Wall, a part of that surging momentum?

That’s how Xia Yu understood the "Mother Sun Ball" recipe.

Actually, this recipe was really very, very simple, so simple it was like regular restaurant fried rice.

If Xia Yu copied down the recipe and let the heavyweights like Zhu Ji and the elder Xia Qing behind him read and learn, the old titans would surely curse him for fooling them, saying it wasn’t a source recipe of the Light Realm, and accusing him of bullying them for their fading eyesight.

Of course.

The true teachings lie within the heart.

The recipe from the system’s great god, the details of which might be more comprehensive, detailed, and vivid than what Liu Maoxing himself imparted and taught.

Another half hour passed in the blink of an eye.

The noon sun gradually tilted towards the western sky, drawing very close to the vague mountain ranges in the horizon.

"Alright—"

Xia Yu wiped his sweat, dropped the knife, and jumped onto the stove. What he held in both hands wasn’t a regular household spatula, but more like a dual-handled farm tool, with a wooden shaft and a black, glinting scoop head.

Sen Tian Makoto and Tiqie Helinai, under the scorching sun, were assisting, sweating profusely. Xia Yu assigned them tasks: one responsible for pouring the rice into the large-sized Chinese wok on the stove, while the other was to dump the freshly chopped ’dry goods’ into the wok per Xia Yu’s command.

Of course, Xia Yu fried the rice and the dry goods separately.

Swipe! Swipe! Swipe!

The long dual-handled spatula, in Xia Yu’s hands, turned into multiple shadows.

The grains of rice, along with the black gleaming scoop head, tossed and turned in the oversized wok, in a state of high-speed tumbling and rotation, soon emitting a sizzling aroma different from that of cooked rice.

"Control the heat properly!" Xia Yu repeatedly reminded himself in his mind, afraid that he’d lose focus and overdo it.

It’s no easy task to make the fried rice into a ball and roll it from this high point down to the foot of the Great Wall.

The most direct challenge is how can dry, loose fried rice be molded into a ball?

So, overnight rice, with too little moisture, is not suitable for the "Mother Sun Ball" recipe. Xia Yu simply used freshly cooked rice, but that’s not enough. The heat also needs to be strictly controlled. Otherwise, if it’s ’overheated,’ too much moisture loss will prevent the rice from forming into balls, and the dish will fail halfway!

When shaping it into a ball, the "fried rice" should be in a half-cooked, sticky state.

"Beep."

The television screen suddenly switched broadcasts.

Xia Yu disappeared from the screen.

Gaius stared at the TV screen, slightly frowning. The content shown was a section of the Great Wall, specially cleared of people, with stone steps resembling solar panels and a long row of black metal plates laid out.

At this moment, staff were busy on a large scale. White forging cloth, long, was being laid down from high to low, atop the metal plates.

What’s going on?

Is there any significance?

The camera suddenly zoomed in, revealing Ye Feizhou and Wei Qinglian, each holding a large jar, wielding brushes from top to bottom, coating the white cloth on the metal plates with glistening grease.

"What kind of oil is this? Soaking the long cloth in oil?" Gaius was stunned for a moment, then a look of amusement and ridicule appeared in his eyes, "This is quite a cumbersome and useless step. Why not complete all the processes in the kitchen? Dishes, cuisine, shouldn’t be deliberately highlighted with grand scenes because of the chef’s vanity. It’s like a Hollywood popcorn blockbuster: lots of special effects, but with little real substance or meaning."

"Is this how the so-called ’fame’ of this Young Dragon Chef is arranged? Well, quite a direct approach!"

Gaius casually muttered to himself in the hall.

Another hour passed, and the screen had long returned to the main tower.

Hoo!

Xia Yu tossed the spatula from his hand, jumped off the stove, "It’s getting late, everyone follow me!"

Zhu Ji, Yan Qi, Xia Qing, Kong Chun, Wei An, Lan Fengxian, Li Wannian, the seven of them stood up, followed Xia Yu down from the tower, and stood at the start of this section of the Great Wall on the mountain peak.

"Yu, the fried rice and dry goods have been transported down—" Morioka Makki squeezed beside Xia Yu and whispered.

Xia Yu looked around, seeing wooden barrels packed full behind him, with porters still transporting fresh, steaming rice and dry goods down. He strode over, picked up one of the barrels of rice, went to the steps, and scooped hot rice onto the long white forging cloth.

This section of the Great Wall, covered with white cloth, was now fully covered in rice, emptying several barrels.

Next, he covered the rice with the dry goods.

Xia Yu picked up a barrel of dry goods, smiled at Makki and Eriina, "You should go too, good luck!"

"Good luck—"

The two women, carrying barrels, ran towards another lower section of the Great Wall.

Seeing the urgent scenes on TV, Gaius gradually became serious, putting away his disdain, "The dry goods are so meticulously arranged?"

Not only was the rice neatly spread on the white cloth,

the dry goods, like chopped mushrooms and minced shrimp, were also spread on top, arranged neatly, resembling dazzling shelves in a large mall.

Xia Yu returned with an empty barrel to the starting point of the Great Wall on the peak.

At that moment, the radio at his waist crackled, followed by the sound of Makki’s breathless voice, "...Eriina and I have reached the bottom of the mountain."

"Thank you for your hard work!"

The seven, Zhu Ji, Yan Qi, Xia Qing, Kong Chun, Wei An, Lan Fengxian, Li Wannian, all focused their gazes.

"Is it ready?" Dragon Head Zhu Ji asked in a low voice.

The camera followed Qi Qingyan, the female host tightly gripping the microphone with sweaty palms, asking, "Chef Xia, what are you about to demonstrate now?"

"Watch—!"

Xia Yu spoke briefly and forcefully.

He bent down, grabbed one end of the white forging cloth, and slowly stood up.

A brilliant, sunlight-surpassing smile blossomed on the young man’s face.

Bang!!

Suddenly, with a flick, the white cloth flipped, and the rice piled atop started sliding down the slope of the Great Wall in small clusters, inevitably sticking to other rice clusters and dry goods along the way, triggering a snowball effect on the live broadcast!

"Rumble!"

When it reached the bottom of this section of the Great Wall, the rice ball had already formed, as large as a giant dish.

"What?!"

In the mansion’s living room, Gaius stood up in shock, this Heavenly King didn’t have time to express his chaos and amazement before the rice ball moved to the next section, and then, in the TV screen, a burst of golden light!

"Ah, why did the rice ball turn golden?!" Gaius watched in wide-eyed disbelief.

Also,

The scenes shown in the broadcast on the sloping section of the Great Wall, on those dark iron plates, were dazzlingly full of holy aura—

Golden Holy Path!

"Golden Path—"

On the Dark Cuisine World tower, Wu Tong craned his neck to look down, exclaiming in dismay, "It worked, it really worked..."

Seeing the rice ball not only getting larger as it rolls but also enveloped in a brilliant golden exterior, Wu Tong, familiar with Dark World texts and aware of the "Mother Sun Ball" legend, knew Xia Yu had restored at least half of the Light Realm source recipe this time!