Gourmet: From a Stall in Northern Europe-Chapter 112 - 105: We’re All Old Friends Here, So Let’s Start with a Dozen, Okay?

The brother who had never eaten garlic of this size alone before was stunned, his pupils widened in disbelief.

"Delicious, so delicious! How is this garlic so fresh and sweet?"

Refusing to believe it, he scooped a bit more garlic from the shell into his mouth, chewing and slowly smiling as he couldn't help but enjoy it.

Upon closer tasting, there seemed to be a slight, elusive spiciness that made his saliva flow even more.

This spiciness was faint, seemingly only there to enhance flavor, not even a quarter as spicy as a chili pepper.

Having his appetite whetted by the garlic, he couldn't resist his curiosity any longer and pushed his head forward, using a spoon to shovel the plump oyster meat directly into his mouth.

Surrounded by garlic, the internal heat couldn't escape, causing him to almost drop the box when the oyster meat entered his mouth, scaldingly hot.

But his body reacted faster than his mind; having waited over twenty minutes for such delicious delicacies, he couldn't bear to toss them away!

"Ha! Ha!!"

After exhaling a few times, he felt a little better.

His teeth gently bit down, and the tender oyster meat was instantly cleaved like tofu, with the juices squirting throughout his mouth.

The subtle salty taste of the sea, combined with the oyster's sweetness and the complex aroma of garlic sauce, elevated the unique seafood taste to another level.

The Gillardeau Oysters, originally sweet raw, seemed even sweeter after being grilled, with a firm, full texture yet super tender and juicy.

Mixed with plenty of garlic and a bit of scallion, the more he chewed, the more fragrant it became, his eyes brightening, hands trembling with excitement.

"It's unbeatable, this oyster is unbeatable!! Absolutely the tastiest oyster dish I've ever had in my life!"

The rest who got their oysters found them small; a couple of blows and they were no longer hot, and they were too busy devouring them to make any comments.

For those who only bought two or three small ones to try, they finished before tasting anything, each bite barely filling them.

"What was I thinking? How could oysters and garlic oil not taste good together; I should've bought more!"

"Boss! I want to order more..."

"What are you doing! Look at the line ahead; shout when it's your turn!"

Even the customers in line weren't dumb; they could tell by looking that it must be delicious and were secretly determined to buy more.

"Boss, give me half a dozen of the premium ones and a dozen from number one."

"I want two premium ones and two dozen from number one."

The business for garlic roasted oysters exploded faster than Lin Chen expected. Besides the initial tasting batch, almost all the queued customers were buying by the dozen.

Especially at this time, it's when young couples stroll on the beach, hunger striking, ordering a dozen or so grilled oysters and some iced watermelon drinks; that's the life.

Almost everyone opted for the premium and number one oysters. Though number two was cheaper, its small size was unsatisfying, and tourists preferring to enjoy would definitely choose the big ones.

While oysters sizzled and oozed on the grill, Lin Chen had to find time to keep opening oysters on the side, otherwise, he couldn't keep up with the sales.

This current-to-grill method reassured customers completely, removing any worries about food safety.

Though in this seaside city, there was little worry that seafood wouldn't be fresh.

"Meow~"

Sitting quietly in the cat carrier, Lu Xiaohei, watching Lucas smashing watermelons, seemed a bit bored. Perhaps smelling the seafood in the air, he started getting restless.

"Hey! Don't cause trouble now, Xiao Hei."

Lucas had been partially attentive, seeing the little guy bouncing around nearly knocking over the carrier, he got anxious.

Let it out, fearing the little guy would run away.

Don't let it out, fearing it would get more unruly.

But then thinking there's no way, it's naturally a free creature, and if it wanted to run, it'd eventually run away someday.

"Alright, alright, come out and play; perhaps this beach town suits you better."

Resigned, he unzipped the carrier, and Lu Xiaohei agilely jumped out, curling up in the table corner, curiously looking around.

Lucas, full of reluctance, kept an eye on it while continuing to prepare fruit tea with the shaker.

"Don't go, don't go, don't go, don't go, don't go... Let's call it a brotherly plea..."

The next second—

Lu Xiaohei stood up, elegantly strode across the table, leapt onto the adjacent pickup's bed, sniffing around at the foam box filled with oyster shells.

"Oh my, such an adorable kitten, is it yours?"

The young woman buying drinks looked at Xiao Hei's petite body and bushy raised tail with delight, eyes full of desire.

"Can I pet it?"

"I don't even know if it's technically mine."

Lucas shrugged with a sigh, "I'd advise against it; until yesterday, it was a stray, no time to get it vaccinated. Though it hasn't scratched me, I can't guarantee it won't scratch others."

Hearing it hadn't been vaccinated, the girl nodded disappointedly but gave up the urge to pet it.

Probably hungry, Little Hei kept lingering among the oyster shells, occasionally licking the remaining juices.

Seeing him not wanting to leave gave Lucas some relief, quickened his pace, and cut a few watermelon cores for the little guy to try.

The sweet fragrance immensely satisfied the little guy, who tore into the red rind with big bites, unbelievably cute.

"Eh?"

Jiang Shuqi, who came over to buy a hotdog bun to fill her stomach, immediately noticed the vibrant red color.

Hadn't seen this food truck the past few days, is it new?

It just... somehow felt familiar?

The food truck swarmed with customers, many holding freshly baked garlic oysters, eating as they strolled.

Seeing the food in their hands, Jiang Shuqi was stunned.

"No way..."

She quickly jogged to the end of the line, standing on tiptoes to peek over at the food truck, but her short stature couldn't compete with the tall Westerners, completely oblivious to the scene inside the window.

She wasn't in a rush, staying in line, getting garlic roasted oysters was undoubtedly better than a hotdog bun.

"Grilled oysters are ready! Customers who ordered, please step up to collect; those in the back can start ordering!"

That voice... It had to be that boss!

Lin Chen, busy and continuously working, was none the wiser that a familiar face had joined the queue, furiously prying oysters, occasionally checking the grill's progress.

"About twenty premium ones left, only a bit more than thirty from number one remaining; the customers in the back, consider buying more twos, the taste is the same!"

Even as he shouted, the customers showed no intention of changing their minds, those near the front of the line even pondering if they should buy more.

See how well it's selling? The taste must be excellent!

"Boss, add five more from number one for me."

"I'll take three more from number one too."

In just ten minutes, after the current batch finished ordering, the first two sizes sold out entirely, leaving over three hundred number two oysters awaiting the grill.

"Hey!"

Lin Chen was busy prying oysters when, unexpectedly, a girl's voice called from outside the window.

"Boss, remember me?"

He looked up.

The sunset illuminated her beautiful, delicate face; her long, naturally falling beige hair had a few strands tied into small braids, a blue and white bow hung in the center, adding a bit of playful charm.

Lin Chen blinked, suddenly recalling and pointing at her.

"You! Of course, I remember, aren't you that Wang..."

At the sound of the word 'Wang,' the girl's mischievous smile froze, her face slightly displeased, a hint of dissatisfaction.

"Haha, just kidding, Jiang Shuqi, such a pretty beauty, how could I forget~"

"Hmph, that's more like it."

Jiang Shuqi scrunched her little nose, "What era still uses that, it's outdated! Nowadays, it's about being direct."

"So you like people being direct, huh? Okay, how many oysters will it be? We're old friends after all, at least a dozen to start, right?"