"How was such Golden Fried Rice made? What kind of dish is it?"
Sanji racked his brain, but he couldn't figure out how to make this fried rice.
"Shuchuan, Kikushita Restaurant?"
"I've never heard of it. Is it not from the East Blue, but from another sea or the Grand Line?"
The customers and chefs were also moved by Sanji's reaction.
For a top chef in the East Blue to be brought to tears and even admit defeat by a dish, the greatest possibility was that it came from the mysterious Grand Line.
"No matter how delicious it is, how can a dish glow with golden light?"
A chef raised a question, guessing, "I've heard there's a type of Devil Fruit that grants various magical abilities when eaten. Is it possible that the chef who made this dish ate a Devil Fruit related to cuisine?"
He had once followed Zeff to the Grand Line, so he knew about the existence of Devil Fruit.
Fang Yi's face was full of helplessness.
This was the characteristic of the Pirate World; anything inexplicable would be attributed to a Devil Fruit.
Upon hearing this,
Sanji also raised his curly eyebrow, revealing an expression of inquiry and anticipation.
He had also heard rumors of Devil Fruit.
If it was truly a product of a Devil Fruit, then such a dish would be meaningless, and he would be very disappointed. Ultimately, it would just be a Devil's ability, unable to showcase a chef's true skill, let alone their realm.
If he was defeated by a Devil Fruit and not by a specific chef, he could still maintain his reputation and status as a top chef.
However,
Sanji didn't care about such empty fame. He was more eager for a real chef to be able to create such a perfect dish, not a Devil Fruit. His culinary spirit was about constantly pursuing higher cooking techniques, making more delicious dishes, and seeing the happy expressions of customers after eating them.
Was it really a Devil Fruit?
Sanji unconsciously held his breath.
"It's not a Devil Fruit."
Fang Yi gave a definite answer, saying, "In an Otherworld without conflicts between pirates and marines, there exists a gourmet world capable of nurturing ultimate ingredients and developing powerful cooking techniques."
"The chefs of the gourmet world can no longer be called cooks; they should be called adventurers!"
"Like some pirates with dreams, they embark on journeys to find dangerous and powerful ingredients all over the world."
"Beasts whose entire meat melts on the tongue and oozes a layer of oil, trees that bear delicious shrimp and crab meat all year round, springs that flow with an endless supply of mellow brandy... Some ingredients are even more dangerous than Sea Kings..."
"And the dream of all chefs is to personally capture these ingredients, cook ultimate delicacies, and complete a 'Life Menu' that showcases their lifelong culinary achievements!"
Fang Yi's voice slowly flowed into everyone's ears.
Whether it was Chinese cooking or gourmet hunting, both possessed extremely excellent cooking techniques and delicious ingredients. Any chef with a culinary spirit would absolutely not be able to refuse after hearing this.
Indeed,
Sanji was deeply immersed in these words, muttering, "A Life Menu, that's right, a true chef should have their own Life Menu!"
To adventure across the world, seeking the rarest and most precious ingredients, and to complete a Life Menu with the highest culinary skills of one's life.
This was the dream all chefs should pursue!
In the face of such an exciting dream, even the former dream of finding the legendary sea seemed like a small goal!
"Is he joking, an Otherworld?"
"Did I mishear? He didn't say the Grand Line, but an Otherworld?"
"It's not like the 거짓말 stories of West Blue's Roland, how could there be an Otherworld!"
Everyone discussed amongst themselves.
However, seeing Paati being knocked out and the unique charm of the Golden Fried Rice, their discussions were hushed, filled with a skeptical attitude.
Even for the Grand Line, where more information was known, most people would scoff at the idea of sky islands.
Let alone Fang Yi directly speaking of the existence of an Otherworld.
"I believe!"
Sanji's expression turned serious. To be precise, he didn't just believe, but he was willing to pursue the unknown for this new dream.
It didn't matter if it was a sky island or an Otherworld.
New dream, Life Menu!
Sanji took a breath, then bowed deeply, pleading, "Can you tell me the way to the Otherworld?"
Since the other party could produce Golden Fried Rice and propose the concept of a Life Menu, they must have witnessed such a world firsthand.
Fang Yi shook his head slightly and asked, "It seems you're not yet ready to complete a Life Menu."
Though it was a question, his tone was very certain.
As if he could see through people's hearts.
Sanji showed a wistful expression, then firmly said, "Yes, Baratie Restaurant is my home, and old man Zeff hasn't acknowledged my cooking yet. But one day I'll set sail to find my own Life Menu..."
"One day?"
Suddenly, Zeff, an old man with a chef's hat and a limp, walked into the restaurant, scoffing, "Instead of 'one day,' it's more like you'll never set sail in this lifetime, because even in a hundred years, your cooking will never be acknowledged by me."
"Damn old man, you're too arrogant when you say that!"
The chefs consciously cleared a path for the head chef of the Baratie Sea Restaurant.
He slowly walked to the table, bowed slightly to Fang Yi who was seated, then took out a tasting spoon and picked up the remnants of the Golden Fried Rice from the plate.
In an instant,
He froze in place, and it took him a long while to regain his senses, muttering, "So that's how it is."
Bang.
He kicked Sanji, sending him tumbling away.
Sanji scrambled up from the messy tables and chairs, angrily saying, "Old man, what the hell is wrong with you?"
"Get lost."
Zeff said mercilessly, "With your current skill, do you think Baratie Restaurant would close down without you?"
"If you want me to acknowledge your cooking, then set sail. When you can make a dish like this Golden Fried Rice, then come stand before me again."
The chefs nearby were all silent.
Even Head Chef Zeff became like this, just how delicious was that Golden Fried Rice?
He didn't make a sound.
Sanji stared intently at Zeff. Half a minute later, he gave in, sneering, "Alright, since old man Zeff you've said that, I've long wanted to leave this broken restaurant anyway!"
He looked at Fang Yi, his face full of excitement and thrill at leaving Baratie Restaurant, and asked, "Sir, I am ready. I humbly ask you to tell me the path to completing a Life Menu!"
"It's right there."
Fang Yi seemed unfazed by his emotions, pointing to the Den Den Mushi image on the wall, saying, "In the East Blue, that game Trial Tower contains items that can help you reach a higher culinary realm."
"Excellent!"
Sanji had no doubts. After quickly packing his luggage, he stepped onto the ship he usually used for procuring ingredients.
He didn't even look back, seemingly without any attachment to Baratie Restaurant.
"In the bottom of the hold, there are still some fresh tomatoes. Don't forget to eat them."
Zeff's face was expressionless, but he finally couldn't help but speak.
"Damn old man, you're too verbose!"
Sanji still didn't turn back, but his voice, full of a crying tone, came through, "It's just the East Blue, I can come back to Baratie anytime. When I do, I'll definitely snatch your head chef position."
"Just you wait!"
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