Chef God Reborn in Japan

“Ho, ho!”

The vegetables had been taken out of the ice basin and poured into the hot wok by Xia Yu.

The spatula was stirring and frying, and most of the stove was covered by a thick white fog.

The unique and fresh fragrance of vegetables was intense. Miyoko Hojo was stunned, and her stomach made a protesting grunt. She immediately felt hungry.

“The smell of vegetables should not be like this. What method did he use to stimulate the smell!”

Miyoko Hojo was full of wonder.

She was different from other Japanese who liked light food. She was a Chinese food chef. The food taste was heavy. According to her tastes, she would not covet such a vegetarian fried rice.

“I’m done!”

A quiet voice woke her up. Miyoko Hojo looked at Xia Yu’s plate.

The cooking time of this fried rice was less than 10 minutes from oil in the hot pot to dishing it out!

The fried rice was finally presented in front of the eyes of Miyoko Hojo with an emerald color.

Each grain was wrapped by spinach stem fragments, which turned them green.

The spinach leaves and cabbage were green and dripping. After blanching and stir-frying, the color of the vegetables were not dark or yellow, but green, fresh and even more attractive than when they had just been picked.

“It’s just a mixed vegetable fried rice. Why can it reach this level?” Miyoko Hojo turned off the gas stove and stopped cooking. She propped her hands on the kitchen table and lowered her head to think.

This time she said what she had in her mind.

“Want to know? Then eat and see!”

Xia Yu handed over a white plate filled with fried rice and conveniently put a clean porcelain spoon in the hands of Miyoko Hojo.

She struggled.

Miyoko Hojo looked at the fried rice nearby. Her purple pupils seemed to reflect a green countryside.

The feeling of being surrounded by nature softened the eyes of Miyoko Hojo and made her strength become weak. She shakily scooped a small mouthful of fried rice and sent it into her mouth.

“Ah…”

In an instant, Miyoko Hojo sent out an unknown nasal sound.

The countryside scenery seemed real in front of her eyes.

When the sun shone down, Miyoko Hojo felt warm in her body and mind. The lightness that made her almost to fly to the universe made her run. On the ridge and beside the stream, her bright and clean feet stepped on the muddy land, and the fragrance of the soil came to her.

She lay in the beautiful growing vegetable field, surrounded by a bunch of spinach and cabbage. The green in the field of vision made people feel relaxed and happy.

Miyoko Hojo was relaxed and back to nature.

All of a sudden, she saw a hermit who was riding a cow and plowing in the field. The hermit turned around and she found that Xia Yu smiled at her quietly.

Miyoko Hojo was stunned in the same place.

In reality, she slowly swallowed the food in her mouth, and her eyes were clear. Miyoko Hojo looked up at the young chef standing in front of her, then looked down at the mixed vegetable fried rice on the plate, and asked in a trembling voice, “This is a highly finished dish, not an improvisation at all. Can you tell me the name of this dish?”

“Dish name? It’s called Comet Fried Rice.” Xia Yu spread out his hand and said, “In fact, this is not the ultimate form of Comet Fried Rice. It’s a long way from the perfect completion.”

Comet Fried Rice?

There was a little confusion in the eyes of Miyoko Hojo.

What was the matter with comet?

Xia Yu observed her doubts. He shrugged his shoulders and did not intend to explain more. He could not always tell others that this dish would actually shine. When it did, the whole dish would glow like a comet across the sky.

Nobody would believe it if they did not see it.

Miyoko Hojo continued to eat food. She put her cooking aside and concentrated on the delicious food.

Glancing into her wok, Xia Yu nodded secretly.

In fact, Miyoko’s pineapple curry fried rice was almost finished. She stopped at the last step of sprinkling seasoning and flipping for a short time. However, it was not necessarily a bad thing to leave fried rice in a hot pot like this.

The temperature would make the rice crispier, but everything had a limit. Xia Yu thought that Miyoko Hojo should be able to grasp the fire.

“Fried rice with pineapple and curry…”

Xia Yu sighed with emotions.

According to the original plot of Food Wars, this dish was a unique skill presented by Miyoko Hojo in the selection of Togetsu in autumn. She got 87 points from a critical judge and surpassed Yuno Yoshino. Although she was finally eliminated by Kei Tadokoro by one point, her cooking skill was as good as the genius of Polar Star Dormitory.

‘However, there is a big gap between this pineapple curry fried rice with the one presented in her autumn selection.’ Xia Yu thought.

The autumn selection was from the beginning of school in April to September and October, with a half year interval between them. After Miyoko Hojo was promoted from junior high school to senior high school, she should be more proficient in cooking during this half year. Now she was just a one-star chef of IGO, which was too weak.

After finishing a small plate of fried rice, Miyoko Hojo looked at the fried rice in the cooking pot and swallowed her saliva. She was going to ask for another plate, but Mu Xiaoyue rushed into the kitchen, grabbed the cooking pot, and ran away.

“This is what Xia Yu left us. Don’t think about it!” Mu Xiaoyue said in Chinese. Miyoko Hojo grew up in a Chinese restaurant and had contact with many Chinese guests and chefs, so she could understand it. There was a bit of embarrassment on her face.

She did not continue to eat the food. The warm spring breath in her chest would soon disappear.

Miyoko Hojo’s heart was empty. She resisted the contrast and discomfort and asked, “Is this dish only made of green onion, spinach and cabbage?”

“Yes.”

“The seasoned shrimp and mushroom powder can be used in an adequate amount.” Xia Yu smiled and said, “Shrimp powder is a good match with fresh vegetables. It can make the vegetables taste more tender and delicious. In fact, this dish has no details, and its ingredients are very simple. Practice makes perfect, and the taste won’t be so bad.”

“No!”

Deeply frowning, Miyoko Hojo recalled Xia Yu’s cooking steps and said slowly, “I don’t think simple cooking is easy to do. On the contrary, the simpler the cooking, the harder it is to make an incredible taste!”

“There is little space for a chef to display their skill in it!”

“There are three main ingredients. Rice, spinach, and cabbage. While green onion, shrimp and mushroom are just seasonings…” She murmured to herself, flicking her purple hair from the corner of her eye. “The key is the condiments! It’s better to have less condiments rather than putting more unnecessary things. The natural and fresh taste of this dish will be complicated.”

“The secret meaning of this dish is returning to nature. If the taste is complex, it is equivalent to failure!”