"That’s right."
Xia Yu put down the glass goblet.
Supre Freshness!
He finally believed that above ’perfection’, there exists a state of ’supre’.
In fact, calling it a state might be wrong. Because Xia Yu realized that ’supre’ is very vague, just like the aning of the word itself, infinitely broad, infinitely high, so where are the boundaries?
Once you break through ’perfection’, is it ’supre’?
Moreover, could ’supre’ be the core key to the Dragon-level Kill? Once broken through, creating a Dragon-level Kill would naturally follow?
Xia Yu had too many thoughts running through his mind.
"Ultimate, perfect, supre."
Ha.
Looks like I was still wrong.
Xia Yu mocked himself slightly.
In the past, he thought Lin Chefs and Dragon Chefs were already high and noble, and there was no need to delve into flavor aspects, because the culinary images, the Food’s Profound aning, is far stronger than any flavor; they represent the ’color, aroma, taste, form, aning, and nourishnt’ of "aning"!
But now, Tiqie Xianzuowen showed him that even as a Sub-Supre known as the ’Food Demon King’, he was still bowing down, tirelessly pursuing the thousand flavors of gourt!
Flavor, much like the aning of supre, is endless!
"So that’s how it is."
Xia Yu thought to himself: "On the chef’s journey, there will always be tis when one is blind to certain things. When I first crossed the Dragon Gate, I thought the higher level of Dragon Chef must be to pursue more elevated ’food spirits’, but in reality, ’food spirits’ might just be the ultimate of the Food’s Profound aning, so... Dragon-level Kill, on the contrary, is going back to studying ’color, aroma, and taste’?"
His thoughts wandered back to Tiqie Xianzuowen’s recipe for the "Supre Dragon Roar".
Uh.
Crab shell, kelp, wild mushroom.
The combination of these three ’fresh’ elents, why did it produce "supre"?
While pondering, he was interrupted by a question: "Do you still plan to present your dish?"
Xia Yu t Tiqie Xianzuowen’s mischievous eyes.
Oh damn, almost forgot this part. Everyone who was imrsed in the deliciousness turned to look at Xia Yu, who straightforwardly shrugged, "No."
"I won’t embarrass myself."
"Eh?" Even Xingping Chuangzhen was dumbfounded.
This isn’t right.
Aoki Motota widened his eyes: "So you admit defeat?"
Shinohara Shigetaro held back a laugh: "The mighty Demon King Xia should be unstoppable, right?"
Dojima Yin and Saito Chiyokuro exchanged amused glances.
Even Dojima Yin, who generally disliked confrontation and had a straightforward character, couldn’t help but tease, "Although this isn’t an official Shokugeki, since the General initiated a duel and you accepted, you’re now the defeated, and willingly at that."
Xia Yu saw everyone ganging up on him, rolled his eyes in annoyance, ah, you losers caught !
"I an, what’s wrong with admitting defeat to the General?" Xia Yu verbally refused to concede, "Who among you, after tasting the ’Supre Dragon Roar’, would dare present your dish to compete with it?"
That shut them up instantly.
Xia Yu chuckled softly.
Kidding, he’s not one of those Saint Seiya characters shouting, "I will never admit defeat!" or "I will never fall!", unlike in the past, when he overturned formidable opponents under well-prepared circumstances with minimal power difference.
Right now, Xia Yu didn’t think he had any chance of overturning the ’Food Demon King’, not even a little.
So, ahem, hanging the no-battle sign was the wise move.
Xia Yu felt brilliant and wise.
He also realized, the duel was a pretense, the real motive was finding an excuse to give him a lesson. Tiqie Xianzuowen’s effort was not in vain.
"Thank you."
This ti, Xia Yu put on a serious face and bowed deeply to the elderly man.
This is the "true transmission", imnsely valuable.
After all, in today’s world, those qualified to grant him such "true transmission" are few, and Xia Yu’s gratitude was genuine.
The al ended, and although everyone left without tasting the young Demon King’s dishes, the regret wasn’t strong. The Old Demon King’s "Supre Dragon Roar" was likely enough for so to savor for a lifeti; it was worth it.
The guests dispersed, and Tiqie Xianzuowen was among the last batch to leave. He called his granddaughter Eriina into the car, and Xia Yu saw them off, standing a step away from the car door, waving.
The rear car window suddenly rolled down, and the old General turned his head to ask: "In a hurry to return ho?"
Xia Yu shook his head: "Not in a hurry."
Xianzuowen smiled: "In that case, co to Far Moon next week for more lessons, I’ll arrange an open classroom for you. After all, you are still an honorary guest lecturer at Far Moon."
Xia Yu almost forgot his "lecturer" identity, almost stunned.
"What do you say?"
"Sure, I guess, but I haven’t been back at Far Moon for a while, will there be students attending?" Xia Yu stamred.
"Haha." The old man in the car laughed heartily, "You really lack awareness as a major public figure. Once the word gets out, not just Far Moon’s students, even chefs from outside might flood the classroom to listen."
Xia Yu scratched his face.
In all fairness and reason, it wouldn’t be nice to refuse Tiqie Xianzuowen’s invitation, especially since he just gave a big gift, to refuse now would seem ungrateful. He thought for a mont and nodded, "Alright, I’ll find so ti to prepare a topic, but I’ll need the support of the Far Moon logistics departnt for materials."
"You can rest assured about that."
As the car window closed, the black car drove away.
The night was deep, standing under a streetlamp at the front entrance of Xia’s shop, Xia Yu took a deep breath, looked at the moon in the sky, and murmured: "’Supre’ really is the core of Dragon-level Kill?"
"Then—"
His eyes filled with determination, "No matter how hard it is, I’ll just have to conquer it!"
Ding.
At that mont, an alert regarding the restoration task of the "Supre Dragon Roar" recipe popped up in his vision.
...
Under the night sky at the Tiqie Mansion.
In Xianzuowen’s small courtyard, the old man was sitting cross-legged in the tea house, talking to an old friend.
"I’ve already conveyed the reasoning through the culinary way. How much he can comprehend depends on his own understanding." Xianzuowen said calmly.
"Thank you, old friend."
On the other end, the voice of the old man Xia Qing was no longer as ’cold’ as it was when they spoke at Xia’s shop earlier, but rather carried a sense of optimism and relief seeing Tiqie Xianzuowen instruct his grandson.
Tiqie Xianzuowen had a playful smile: "Xia Qing, actually, with your level, you could barely tell him."
"Xianzuowen, don’t joke with . You know, in today’s world, those qualified to be that young man’s guide are not many. Unfortunately, I am not included. If he returned ho directly, Zhu Ji would have taught him, but who knew he would quietly head to Neon."
Saying this, the other end of the call suddenly fell silent.
After a while.
"How long do you think it will take him to learn from various schools and integrate?" Xia Qing’s tone was inexplicably guessing.
Tiqie Xianzuowen’s hand holding the teacup trembled slightly.
"Hmm, maybe a few years."
"That’s about my estimation too." Xia Qing said, "This young man lacks only accumulation and foundation. To create a Dragon-level Kill, he must learn from various schools and, on this foundation, integrate what he has learned. His improvent has been rapid, faster than riding a rocket, and ’integration’ will probably cost him half his life."
"Oh, right!"
Xia Qing suddenly rembered sothing, "Since you borrowed the ’Supre Dragon Roar’ to grant him true transmission, with his vision, he should see the ’accumulation and integration of various schools and skills’ in your dish, rather than anything else?"
Upon hearing this, Tiqie Xianzuowen laughed silently: "He might see a shadow of ’supre’, but this level has already surpassed the Dragon-level Kill. He can’t possibly comprehend it."
"That’s good, I was just worried about a mishap. If that kid creates his kill before understanding ’supre’, then it’ll be interesting."
"Impossible!"
Xianzuowen’s expression turned serious, "Supre is exclusive to Sub-Supre and Heavenly Kings. In my lifeti, up to now, I’ve only researched the path of ’supre freshness’."
"Haha, I was just joking."
The two elderly n didn’t know, elsewhere, in Xia’s shop late at night, the kitchen lights shone brightly, and Xia Yu, as if at the beginning of his culinary journey, was deeply thinking with furrowed brows. His body was half in light, illuminated by the lamp, while the other half remained in shadow.
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