Reborn in Japan as a Chef God

32: Chapter 32: A Faucet 32: Chapter 32: A Faucet Editor: Dragon Boat Translation Xia Yu came out of the kitchen, two empty plates and a clay pot were left on the counter waiting for him to clean up.

“Uh…”

Glancing over, the two bowls of rice remained untouched.

Xia Yu couldn’t help but feel a bit exasperated.

“Is this enough for you to be full?” He skeptically looked at An Ya and Mu Xiaoyue.

“What do we need to be full for?”

“I don’t want rice, just the dishes!” Mu Xiaoyue said as if it was the most obvious thing.

Xia Yu shrugged, and the couple stood in front of the counter, looking at him eagerly.

Seeing this, Xia Yu pointed to the menu wall, “Today, I’m only making those six dishes, no repeating orders!

Otherwise, I won’t make it even if you pay!”

Mu Xiaoyue tugged at the sleeve of her fan Ren Xue, so this dance seer from niconico pursed her lips and whispered, “I want to order Mapo Tofu, Sour and Spicy Potato Strips, and Pineapple Gulu Meat.”

“Alright, wait for about half an hour.” Xia Yu gave a glare at the smug Mu Xiaoyue, “You help me collect the money!”

With that, he turned back to the kitchen.

“Yay~”

Mu Xiaoyue excitedly waved her small fists in the store, “Smart me didn’t eat the rice, otherwise I’d be full for sure!”

She patted her half-full stomach, with an expression of self-satisfaction.

“Sister Yueyue, here’s the money—” Ren Xue took out her lady’s wallet, a total of 8500 yen for the three dishes.

She handed over a five-thousand yen bill, a two-thousand yen bill, and a one-thousand yen bill, followed by a five-hundred yen coin, into Mu Xiaoyue’s hands, considering that Mu Xiaoyue had no change.

At this point, her boyfriend Shuigu Jun was standing by her side, no longer with the temper he had when he first entered the shop.

His gaze was fixed on the closed kitchen, clearly in anticipation of the upcoming meal, occasionally swallowing saliva.

In less than twenty minutes, Xia Yu brought out the three dishes.

Among the three dishes, Pineapple Gulu Meat took a bit more time.

Marinating and frying were done simultaneously while Xia Yu prepared the other two dishes, this time managing a three-line operation.

With the materials prepared in advance, it was easy to control the cooking pace.

“Take them away—”

He placed the three steaming dishes on the counter and put away the money Mu Xiaoyue had left on the counter, storing it in the small cash drawer at the back.

“Is this considered our first pot of gold?”

The money wasn’t much, 8500 yen, with several times the cost at least in profit.

Xia Yu touched the bills in the drawer; strangely, money was less appealing than diving into culinary arts at this time.

He found his hands itching and, regardless of whether Mu Xiaoyue was listening, instructed her to help watch the store, and once again went back to his bedroom to enter the Chef God Space.

“Hey, where is everyone?”

Mu Xiaoyue noticed how quickly the dishes disappeared, almost gone as soon as they hit the table, and realized it wasn’t looking good.

She turned to call for four bowls of rice, but the counter was vacant.

She could only mutter to herself and run into the kitchen.

Fortunately, the dishes went well with rice, and with one bite of the dish and several mouthfuls of rice, everyone averaged two bowls, and finally felt full.

“Ha—” Completely unladylike, leaning back on her chair, Mu Xiaoyue wore a satisfied look, smacking her lips, “That kid’s cooking seems to have improved again.

However, these dishes still don’t beat that magical Mapo Tofu from last night, damn it!

Damn it!”

“He definitely didn’t put his heart into cooking, really, as a head chef, shouldn’t he present the best of his skills?” Mu Xiaoyue wiped her mouth clean and began pouring out her complaints with righteous indignation.

An Ya thought of last night’s “magic dish” and remained silent for a moment before smiling wryly, “Yueyue, at least try to be satisfied.

Such dishes can’t simply be bought with money, we were pretty lucky.”

Hearing this, Mu Xiaoyue nodded earnestly.

“Right!”

“I strongly suspect that the guy is trying to impress his angelic-looking girlfriend, flaunting his culinary skills, while we’re just along for the ride… kind of like giving a handout to stray cats and dogs on the street!” Recalling this, Mu Xiaoyue gritted her teeth.

Wham!

An Ya chopped Mu Xiaoyue’s smooth forehead with her hand, expressionless she said, “When you eat something delicious, you should know to thank the chef!”

Ren Xue, listening nearby, was bewildered at first.

After catching on, she softly translated for Shuigu Jun.

“The young head chef has better dishes that he hasn’t presented yet?” Shuigu Jun opened his mouth, having just eaten six dishes, and it completely reversed and washed away his poor impression of Chinese cuisine.

If Japanese cuisine was like meticulous artwork, now, in Shuigu Jun’s mind, Chinese cuisine was a splash-ink landscape painting, full of free and unrestrained flavors.

Various ingredients mixed together, seasoned with unbelievable, culture-rich sauces, ultimately cooked into a meal that brought the ultimate pleasure to the taste buds.

Even though Shuigu Jun liked Japanese cuisine, with its subtle flavor, completely different from his Shibuya Style attire, after eating six “heavy-tasting” Chinese dishes in a row, he didn’t feel the heavy oils and unusual sauces were repulsive, how extraordinary.

His girlfriend Ren Xue tugged at Mu Xiaoyue, and the three women started chattering away.

Shuigu Jun exhaled and sat down, taking out his phone to open Twitter, sending out a tweet:

“Sorry, I was wrong!”

“This small Chinese restaurant’s creations are well worth the price.

In contrast, Far Moon’s resorts, fine dining, and luxury hotels’ pricing for these dishes is quite low.

For less than 10,000 yen, three dishes will give you the ultimate taste experience; I think I’ll be a regular here…”

“Lastly, I want to say—”

“I love you, real Chinese cuisine!”

After sending the tweet, Shuigu Jun finally vented the joy and complex emotions inside him.

Looking back now, Shuigu Jun instantly felt that the boulder between him and his girlfriend had quietly moved away.

Cultural barriers were not insurmountable.

Now he was captivated by authentic Chinese cuisine, couldn’t their daily food preferences bring them closer together?

Thinking about it, Shuigu Jun’s lips curled into a sweet smile.

The past four years flashed through his mind, and perhaps not long after graduation, they would step into that sacred marriage hall.

Xia Yu did not know that his cooking had resolved Shuigu Jun’s worries, otherwise he’d surely don a cloak of the great FFF group, holding a torch, chanting slogans of burning, burning, burning.

After sending the tweet, the niconico singing community was abuzz with discussion, many friends came over to inquire.

Getting too many inquiries, Shuigu Jun simply sent another tweet, detailing the address of Xia’s cuisine shop:

“Tokyo, Taidong District, Ueno Station, Ameyoko Old Street 7-16.”

“This is not an advertisement, and it involves no commercial interests.

Moreover, I personally guarantee in my own name that the cuisine there is absolutely worth the value!”

It was another advertisement.

And it was spontaneous promotion, embodying what was known as organic buzz.

However, Xia Yu was unaware that his small store was gradually gaining traction among the niconico creators and fans.

As Xia Yu was fighting in the Chef God Space, he began practicing the menu for the next week.