Reborn in Japan as a Chef God-Chapter 977 - 976: Sword Debate (Part 2)

Xia Yu grabbed the microphone, facing Huang He directly, causing the atmosphere to plunge into an indescribable stillness and awkwardness.

In front of the camera, in public view, Huang He displayed an exceptionally cultivated and elder-like generosity. Before the official opening, he had already been informed and reminded by his disciple Luo Tiangang about Xia Yu’s aggressive challenge, which he had somewhat anticipated.

Huang He moderately exhibited changes in facial expressions like "astonishment," "anger," and "benevolence," then broke the stalemate with a long burst of hearty laughter.

"Young man, you shouldn’t come forward, this isn’t a stage you should step on," Huang He advised with an incomparably sincere tone.

In the camera, Huang He’s image as a master probably deserves to be named as "kind-hearted."

Everyone was well aware of the hype surrounding the challenge and venue-busting events. Huang He and the White Cloud Pavilion were at the center of the storm, subjected to endless criticism. As the leader of the White Cloud Pavilion, facing the aggressive stance of a youngster, he could still exhibit such kindness, which left everyone dumbfounded.

At the very least, from atop the stage, Xia Yu discovered a crowd of ignorant onlookers around him, with eyes full of admiring starlight for Huang He. What more could Xia Yu say, he secretly gave a thumbs up, this Oscar-level acting, I bow to it. Truly, the older you get, the more you learn; I am taught.

"What?!" Xia Yu also appropriately displayed a "shocked face."

"Mr. Huang, Chef Huang, Master Huang, I sincerely wish to learn from you in culinary arts, which is why I sent that challenge one week ago... I heard the White Cloud Pavilion set up the stage days ago, isn’t this platform set for you and me?"

Xia Yu spoke while secretly laughing, since this is the case, let’s all act up together, he respectfully bowed, displaying an infinitely sincere demeanor that was difficult to refuse, "A humble request from Xia Family’s young one, seeking instruction!"

He emphasized every syllable of the term "instruction" heavily.

Huang He’s back suddenly felt cold, and he involuntarily stared intently at the little actor in front of him, his rosy face twitching.

Xia Qing is the old boss.

Xia Yu is the little boss.

Looks like before dealing with the old boss, I have to handle this pesky underling first? Huang He again displayed expressions of "caution," "contemplation," "hesitation" shifting back and forth, finally he sighed long, then said slowly: "My disciple Wei Zhong lost at your hands, because he didn’t master his skills, I have nothing to say, but now that you’ve submitted an international challenge to my White Cloud Pavilion, it concerns our reputation and facade, I, as the head of the White Cloud Pavilion, have to step out and show you the gap between the Lin Chef and Dragon Chef."

There was a trace of well-hidden wickedness in Huang He’s eyes.

Corner of his eyes glanced at the old boss sitting beneath, seeing Xia Qing remained unmoved to his previous roar, smiling as if he were watching a good show, Huang He felt both resentment and anger you just wait!

After dealing with the little one, it’s your turn, Xia Qing!

Xia Yu finished his act as well, after fulfilling his courtesy and returning to standing, secretly exclaimed "cut," the respectfulness on his face instantly vanished.

"I hope Mr. Huang will spare no effort to lash me."

The respectful manner switched to one of seriousness and solemnity, "A youngster asks for a lashing from an elder to clearly see the gap in our culinary skills!"

Wow, gosh.

A lashing?

Let alone the masses watching the livestream dumbfounded, the esteemed chefs and celebrities at the scene all stood agape.

Qi Qingyan, standing in the middle of the acting battlefield between the old and young, couldn’t help but shout inside, oh oh, could the dignified Demon King Xia have a hidden M attribute? Otherwise, how could he, facing a master Dragon Chef, ask for a lashing, to put it unpleasantly, it’s asking for trampling, asking for humiliation.

Poof!

Below the stage, someone laughed out loud.

The camera moved over, and it was Zhu Qing. She quickly covered her mouth.

"Why is she laughing? Why isn’t she crying?" Those at the scene who knew Zhu Qing and understood her relationship with Xia Yu couldn’t help but let their imaginations run wild.

Stare—

The elderly on stage and the young man were engaging in intense eye contact confrontation.

The old man’s face bore a generous smile, and the young man also grinned widely.

But their eyes were incredibly cold...even hinting at an absolute killing intent to send each other to the eighteenth level of hell!

Huang He understood.

"He wants to stomp me to death?" Huang He’s eyelids twitched; listening again to Xia Yu’s giggling request for a "lashing," he squinted his eyes to respond, "As you wish—"

Huang He had been hesitating about how much of his strength he should use to deal with this small fry, but now he had no choice but to use all his strength.

Who knew Xia Yu spoke into the microphone again, saying: "I suggest Master Huang use advanced ingredients." 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"?"

Upon hearing this, Huang He was stunned.

The plaza also suddenly went silent.

What did he mean?

People watched Xia Yu casually pass the microphone to Qi Qingyan, heading over to the kitchen station on the stage. But the culinary dominators, like IGO and the guests from the Gourmet Society, exchanged startled glances. They vaguely understood Xia Yu’s implied message.

This was to make Huang He reveal the "pseudo-god" ingredients and present the cooking recipe corresponding to those ingredients!

"Wow, such audacity!" Sta, Lin Qingfeng, Andrea from the Gourmet Society, each displayed disbelief, "Huang He indeed has ingredients that Lei Zhe gave him. But why does this Demon King Xia act as if he knows everything?"

In the camera, due to Xia Yu’s comments, Huang He’s "kind-hearted" elder image had collapsed, his expression darkened frighteningly.

Coldness spread throughout his body.

In Huang He’s mind, thoughts whirled repeatedly, "Advanced ingredients, is he referring to ’pseudo-god’?"

"How did he know?"

"Why is he forcing me to use the trump card I painstakingly researched??"

Questions filled his mind.

Below the stage.

"Your boy’s hiding quite deep!" Yan Qi chuckled lowly, "Huang He is all over the place mentally because of his words."

Xia Qing snorted: "I’m pondering how Huang He will decide."

"Does he intend to use his trump card against me prematurely?"

Yan Qi playfully said, "I don’t think he will."

"Then what about him?" Xia Qing’s gaze shifted to the stage, to the young Demon King already rolling up his sleeves, ready in one of the kitchen stations.

"I also don’t think he will," Yan Qi stated.

"So this round will be a regular duel using standard recipes?" Xia Qing asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Master!"

Luo Tiangang approached Huang He at his summons.

"Go, get me this set of ingredients," Huang He wrote out a list quietly, handing it to his disciple. Luo Tiangang glanced at the ingredients’ names, hesitated several times, and with uncertainty in his eyes, said, "Master, I think we should use advanced ingredients."

He couldn’t help but look over at the prepared young man across the platform, remarking, "This youngster, he doesn’t come with good intentions!"

Huang He calmly retorted, "Can he overturn the sky?"

Luo Tiangang didn’t dare to make another sound and left. After all, this was the White Cloud Pavilion, his home court, and ingredient preparation was quick, all readily available from the warehouse. Not long after, Luo Tiangang returned, followed by two pushcarts.

On one cart, there were large water basins, and the camera swept over, revealing a massive green-haired turtle in one of the basins!

’The green-haired turtle,’ a freshwater turtle covered with green algae on its shell, aside from its edible and medicinal value, was visually captivating. The turtle in the basin was a rare live jade piece, appearing like a green-clad elf in the clear water.

Literary records on the green-haired turtle are abundant, it’s a genuine treasure.

The second cart held a caged crane.

The crane was a signature ingredient of Huang He, a staple in his culinary duels. Last time Huang He faced the old man Xia Qing, he also used a live crane.

Cranes can be farmed, though they have high dietary demands, requiring fresh fish and shrimp for every meal and clean, unpolluted ponds, but such breeding conditions are nothing for the well-established White Cloud Pavilion.

The two pushcarts of ingredients rolled onto the stage, and when Huang He returned to the camera, he had already changed into his full chef attire.

From Xia Yu’s cooking stand, he continued, "Just a moment, I’ll ask."

Xia Yu took out his phone, found a number in the contact list, and was about to dial. At this moment, from the direction of the White Cloud Pavilion entrance, a voice called out:

"I’m not late, am I?"