Reborn in Japan as a Chef God

72: Chapter 72: April Is Near 72: Chapter 72: April Is Near “This is so rude…”

Shuigu Jun stopped his girlfriend.

The guests who hadn’t left yet were also watching in astonishment.

“Is being polite more important than food and being full?” Ren Xue rubbed her tummy and looked troubled.

“I suddenly don’t feel like going to Ginza for the buffet anymore.”

As she said that, she pointed to the notice posted on the door and looked slyly, “Renovation?”

“Did you guys hear any noise?”

“There aren’t even any workers…”

Ren Xue spread her hands, “This means they can still do business today.”

She glanced at the young faces around her and secretly laughed.

These people had already been swayed by her words.

If she could stir up everyone’s enthusiasm, maybe they could really enjoy a meal.

“Come join!” Ren Xue tugged at Shuigu Jun’s sleeve.

Shuigu Jun hesitated, “Causing trouble for others isn’t very good, right?”

“Do you want to taste the Chinese cuisine from this place or not?” Ren Xue glared at him, huffed, and turned around, paying no attention to others’ gazes, and started knocking on the door loudly.

With her leading, the first, the second, more and more people began to imitate her, even shouting, drawing the attention of the shopping street.

Sen Tian Pastry Shop.

Hearing the commotion outside, Sen Tian woke up from his nap, muttered, scratched his head, and walked out of the store.

The riotous scene at Xia’s Restaurant not far away gave Sen Tian quite a fright, so he instantly turned his head and shouted into the store, “Makki, Makki, come out quickly and see what kind of trouble that brat Yu is causing!”

His rough voice echoed in the shop.

Immediately, a young girl in a chef’s uniform darted out, hands dusted with white flour, looking flustered.

Morioka Makoto was also shocked when she saw the scene at Xia’s store.

“Go check it out!” Sen Tian urged his daughter, “Boss Xia just left half a month ago, don’t let the shop fall apart because of him!”

Without her father’s urging, Morioka Makoto was already planning to go check it out.

She didn’t even have time to wash her hands, wiping them on her apron as she dashed towards Xia’s Chinese Restaurant.

“Sorry, sorry…”

Apologizing as she squeezed through the crowd, Morioka Makoto finally found the culprit inciting the crowd.

Ren Xue and Shuigu Jun were familiar faces to her, being regulars at Xia’s shop.

Morioka Makoto, not yet knowing what had happened, pulled Ren Xue aside and naively asked for the reasons behind it.

Seeing that it was Morioka Makoto, who often helped out at the shop, Ren Xue was overjoyed.

“Quick, tell him to open the shop!” she urged.

“Ah!”

Only then did Morioka Makoto notice the tightly shut door, with a closure notice pasted next to it.

She read the content and couldn’t help but look quirky.

“What renovation, I bet they’re just being lazy!” Ren Xue observed Morioka Makoto’s expression.

She had heard from Mu Xiaoyue before that this girl was Chef Xia’s childhood sweetheart and first love.

If she didn’t know about the restaurant’s renovation, it was probably a made-up lie.

“We want to eat Chinese cuisine, tell him to open the door!” Thus Ren Xue spoke with more confidence.

“Yes, open up!”

“I even skipped an important date to come here today.”

“A date?

Then let me throw a few torches for you, burn, burn, burn!”

The customers, whether they came for the first time not wanting to leave just like that, or regular patrons, gathered at the door unwilling to disperse.

Morioka Makoto bowed and apologized to Ren Xue, then cleverly slipped out of the crowd and back to Sen Tian Pastry Shop.

Toot toot…

She hid in the little kitchen, found her phone, and dialed the first number in her contacts.

“Hello.”

As it got connected, a voice casually said from the other side, “Makki, what’s up?”

There was a hint of noisy customer chatter from downstairs over the phone.

Hearing his voice, Morioka Makoto found herself entirely calm, pursed her lips, “Those customers downstairs at the restaurant…”

“Oh, you mean them?

Don’t worry about it.

They’ll disperse once they’re tired,” Xia Yu yawned as he lay on the bed.

He was preparing to enter Chef God Space when Morioka Makoto suddenly called.

“By the way, Makki, good luck with the transfer exam!” Xia Yu said before hanging up.

“Wait!”

Morioka Makoto stopped him, staying silent for a while before slowly saying, “For the transfer exam in three days…

would you come with me?”

“No problem!”

Xia Yu was taken aback, then promptly agreed.

On one hand, he wasn’t too confident about leaving Morioka Makoto by herself.

Having faced the failure of the middle school selection three years ago, Morioka Makoto might have a shadow in her heart.

Although he had prepared a recipe for her early on, if she performed poorly on the spot, the elimination probability was absolutely one hundred percent.

Any flawed dish would be seen clearly by the Divine Tongue’s tasting.

With Eriina’s personality, it would probably be very hard for her to tolerate a candidate making flawed dishes getting a ‘pass’ under her watch.

Additionally, Xia Yu was quite curious about Yuan Yue Academy.

Based on the original story, Yuan Yue Academy was within the Tokyo metropolitan area, a bona fide rich school, with a campus area absurdly large that Xingping Chuangzhen walked until sunset to reach the dorm.

Judging from that, Yuan Yue couldn’t be in the urban area, either located in the suburbs or the outer suburbs.

Since the system was upgrading the shop, taking this opportunity to tour was not a bad idea.

Xia Yu didn’t know the exact location of Xingping Restaurant, so if he wanted to meet Xingping Chuangzhen, it had to be through the transfer exam.

Hanging up, Xia Yu began studying recipes in Chef God Space.

It’s also worth mentioning that the data for ‘Shuangjiang Tofu’ had already been generated, allowing Xia Yu to freely extract this special ingredient in Chef God Space for recipe practice.

Therefore, making an improved version of magical mapo tofu with ‘Shuangjiang Tofu’ didn’t seem impossible.

Xia Yu planned to give it a try.

Whew.

Meanwhile, Morioka Makoto clutched her phone tightly, her heart racing.

He agreed!

Morioka Makoto’s thoughts drifted back to three years ago.

She had made a similar call, but the response was completely different.

Back then, Xia Yu had refused with an irritated tone.

Morioka Makoto could feel that at that time, Xia Yu had a very touchy aversion to cooking.

And his change, she thought, probably started about two years ago?

As evening passed and night fell, Morioka Makoto finished her culinary practice, stepped out of the kitchen, took a look outside the pastry shop, and sure enough, as Xia Yu had said, the customers surrounding the restaurant had scattered, to which she couldn’t help but heave a sigh of relief.

…

At night.

Tiqie Mansion.

Eriina was browsing the internal forum of Yuan Yue.

In fact, she rarely visited the school forum, but in the past half month, her login frequency had shot up to an incredible level.

What frustrated her was that since a bizarre wave half a month ago, the Yuan Yue forum had barely discussed that restaurant.

And with April approaching, seeing that she was about to lose the bet, Eriina had the urge to stir things up herself under an alias.

Staring at the screen, flipping the forum over several times, Eriina sighed in disappointment and closed the webpage.

“Damn it!” she cursed under her breath.

Toot toot.

The phone placed on her desktop received a new text message.

The sender was Sazuma Eri, and the message was simple: Eriina-sama, check out the video of my latest tweet, it’s quite interesting!