Reborn in Japan as a Chef God-Chapter 980 - 979: Fierce Battle (Part 2)

The charcoal pile was still burning fiercely, and after half an hour of a grand bonfire performance, the initially nearly half-meter thick charcoal heap had burned down significantly, leaving a thick layer of ash on the ground.

Xia Yu was steadily transporting several large platters, placing them beside the camel barbecue rack.

Wearing gloves, he took a lamb, its skin slightly charred to a golden brown, and stuffed it into the belly of the massive object on the grill.

Immediately, the square was filled with a chorus of astonished shouts.

Not only did Dragon Head Zhu Ji react, but many renowned chefs present stood up in shock, resulting in another wave of chairs clattering to the ground.

Yan Qi was dumbfounded, and the old man Xia Qing slapped the armrest of his chair, exclaiming, "It’s a recipe from the Arab countries!"

"Isn’t it!"

Yan Qi murmured, "Whole roasted camel is a grand dish, a staple on the banquet tables of Middle Eastern Arab countries... Is he transplanting an Arab banquet recipe here?"

Transplant?

Many renowned chefs present shook their heads, seeing that Xia Yu was applying his personal touch to the Arab banquet recipe.

First, he stuffed a lamb into the camel’s abdominal cavity.

The lamb was just the right size.

Meanwhile, everyone had been dazzled by the grand spectacle of the whole roasted camel and hadn’t paid much attention to the lamb, pigeon, and chicken being roasted together with the entire camel at the center of the charcoal fire array.

Stuffing in just a lamb wasn’t enough; Xia Yu expertly proceeded to stuff a roasted chicken into the lamb’s cavity.

And so it went, layer by layer.

The outermost layer was the half-done roasted camel, the second layer was lamb, the third layer was chicken, and innermost was the pigeon!

"That should do it—" Xia Yu stepped back, looking at the colossal object on the rack. With ’super vision,’ he could vaguely see the layers of ingredients compressed inside.

Transplanting an Arab banquet dish recipe? Xia Yu heard the murmuring whispers and dismissed them with an internal smile.

In fact, his inspiration came from ’Flame Roasted Suckling Pig.’

The image of ’Calf Birthing Pig’ was impressive enough; now imagine a camel birthing a lamb, a lamb birthing a chicken, and a chicken birthing a pigeon...

Speaking of ingredients, whatever grand dish for Middle Eastern aristocrats’ banquets was simply blown out of proportion.

’Rock Alpaca Meat,’ isn’t it extraordinary?

In a small tavern on the Mongolian Plateau, casually cooking an alpaca leg resulted in an unnamed top-tier purple recipe even to this day. The recipe’s grade is inseparable from the main ingredient’s quality.

Xia Yu knew the deliciousness of ’Rock Alpaca Meat,’ and if roasted well, it would easily surpass any barbecue platter.

What, doubting the hardy texture of lamb meat? The ’Camel Wine’ was a crucial solution to this part. Why else would the roasted camel be kept at medium-rare? If the flowing red wine in the camel’s hump hadn’t yet evaporated, the onlookers would have realized the truth—they might have already figured out Xia Yu’s little trick of using the camel hump’s wine to ’marinate’ the lamb and alpaca meat.

Roasting and marinating were happening simultaneously, leaving neither aspect neglected!

And speaking of the plain ’chicken’ and ’pigeon,’ a mysterious smile appeared on Xia Yu’s lips.

The ingredients themselves were ordinary, with inherent disadvantages, but what if paired with a high-grade sauce?

Let’s not forget, there’s still an ace in the hole yet to be played—a golden card!

An unbeatable hand!

Subsequently, under the focused close-ups of multiple live broadcast cameras, Xia Yu meticulously stitched up the abdomen of the innermost pigeon, sealing the opening tightly.

Witnessing this scene in the grand hall of Far Moon Polaris Dormitory, Xingping Chuangzhen raised his voice: "I’m sure Instructor Xia put something inside the pigeon’s stomach!"

"That’s stating the obvious!"

Shen Liangzi, Yoshino Yuuki, Iwazaki Jun, and other friends were at a loss for words.

Ichise Hui squinted slightly: "Is there another world inside the pigeon’s stomach? A fourth layer? What could it be, an egg..."

Drip.

At this moment, the camera zoomed in on the stitched spot on the pigeon, showing a close-up with needles and threads clearly visible.

A drop of liquid was slightly seeping through the gap.

Xia Yu wiped it off and watched the gap closely for a while, nodding slightly only after ensuring there were no more leaks.

Unbeknownst to him, the four sides stood in jaw-dropping amazement.

The audience was still racking their brains a moment ago, trying to guess what secret might be inside the pigeon, never expecting it to be liquid!

"... Sauce?"

"Yes, look at the consistency, this sauce is very thick!"

"Why stuff the sauce into the pigeon’s cavity in advance?"

Xia Yu paid no heed to the noisy voices. He nodded towards Ghost Father across the charcoal pile, and Tiqie Ji immediately waved to a few men in black. Each carried a sack of charcoal, and in a few minutes, the charcoal pile was replenished. Much of the original heat was masked by the unburnt charcoal.

However, when people saw Tiqie Ji step forward holding a few-gallon oil canister and pour it over the newly added charcoal, the sea of flames roared and rose again, occupying their view!

Endless fierce fire!

...

This culinary duel, akin to a challenge match, was not strictly a Shokugeki.

Before starting, the two sides did not exchange Shokugeki agreements.

However, no master chef or celebrity here, nor the Dragon Head who did not show up in the main building, would think the outcome of this culinary duel was not cruel enough.

No victory conditions?

Wrong.

Xia Yu was wagering his personal reputation, his future. If he lost, he was destined to infamy, at least burdened with the labels "arrogant" and "inconceivably self-assured," which would suffocate him. Countless young geniuses have perished for this very reason.

As for Huang He, as the landlord, he was directly confronting the young challenger causing a commotion.

If he lost, the "White Cloud Pavilion" sign wouldn’t need Xia Yu to take it down; it would fall down and shatter on its own.

Therefore, neither side could afford to lose this battle!

"Master—!" Below the stage, Luo Tiangang barely withdrew his gaze from the sea of fire, anxiously observing Huang He.

In the recent time, turtle meat and crane meat had already been lightly fried with oil by Huang He.

Although freshwater turtles don’t have the heavy earthy smell of softshell turtles, the procedure to remove the odor for a pot of soup’s taste and texture is essential.

Adding oil, placing ginger slices, adding scallion sections, Huang He grabbed the plate, and the 3cm-sized chunks of crane meat fell piece by piece into the hot oil and pan, sizzle, sizzle, sizzle. The piercing sound made many rub their eyes, as if they saw a scene of a crane’s nest being overturned and all the cranes fleeing in terror.

"Bang!"

Seeing the crane meat in the pan quickly changing color, its surface starting to contract, squeezing out flavorful juices, Huang He calmly nodded and then grabbed the turtle meat beside him.

At this point, the turtle meat had been separated from the shell and cut into pieces equal in size to the crane meat. Strangely, when the turtle meat fell into the boiling pan, the audience seemed to hear the sound of a heavy object plunging into a deep pool.

The smoke above the pan became even more intense.

Vaguely, not a scorching heat but a slight chill spread out.

Boom!

Mystically, two streams of auras clashed!

Yan Qi’s pupils slightly contracted, watching the soaring flames and the whistling ’Sky Hero Flame Wheel’ array, then glancing at the natural aquatic aura emitted during Huang He’s cooking of turtle meat, and said in a deep voice: "Qi and Qi..."

Xia Qing crossed his arms coolly and said, "Martial arts have Qi principles, traditional medicine has Qi principles, and so do gourmet dishes."

"The ’Qi’ of gourmet dishes isn’t a mysterious thing; it can be explained by the attributes of the ingredients."

"Crane meat, non-toxic, salty taste, cool in nature, can alleviate heat in the five viscera when eaten. Simply put, no matter what type of crane, they like ponds, inhabiting places with good water and mountains."

"There’s no need to say much about the green-haired turtle."

Nose snorting lightly, Xia Qing displayed a mocking look: "Judging by the strong aquatic and cool nature of the crane and turtle meat, these are clearly attribute ingredients carefully cultivated by Huang He himself. Last time, during his duel with me on the Loulin Ship, he used a crane like this. Now against my grandson, in addition to the crane, he has added a turtle... Haha, to teach the younger generation a lesson, he really is exerting all his efforts with genuine kindness!"

Regardless of how the outside world views it, Huang He’s ’Ten-thousand-year Soup’ was already in its final step.

On the stove, a large steaming pot, styled like an ancient bronze furnace, was filled with crane and turtle meat and then infused with broth, bringing it to an overflowing state.

The ancient pot was prominently placed on the steamer racks!

Stewing over water!

Huang He closed the lid, rubbed his hands on a towel to the side, then turned around and smiled at the camera.

Without the youthful arrogance of confidence, the older generation of master chefs stood on stage, and anyone could see the confidence in his heart at this moment. This was the culinary poise accumulated over many years.