Gourmet: From a Stall in Northern Europe-Chapter 221 - 160: Move Fast, Don’t Block My Line

This trick never fails. As long as you tell the female customers that the food is the same as Dreya's, there's a ninety percent chance they'll be willing to place an order.

Dreya, being a recently famous Victoria's Secret model, has a body to die for and an angelic face that makes countless women envious. Hearing it's the same, their curiosity can't help but bubble over.

Most importantly, it's genuinely the same style, not just a casual claim. She's sitting right there in the back of the restaurant, where you can see everything clearly through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

All the ingredients are ready-made; fish maw, abalone, and mushrooms have been pre-cooked. Just put them in plastic soup bowls and pour the broth over, and it's ready. The whole process takes no more than five seconds.

"Is it ready already?"

The woman is a bit dumbfounded.

"Yes, the soup was made beforehand, the same pot as the dishes prepared for them."

"Oh, okay, I thought it had to be made fresh. How much is it?"

"It's a total of eighty euros."

Hearing the price, the woman had no special reaction and swiftly paid by card.

Compared to other restaurant prices, twenty euros for a bowl of soup is relatively normal. But here, the portion is generous, and with a Head Chef, from any perspective, twenty euros is not expensive.

Lin Chen originally wanted to sell it for twenty-five euros, but thought better of it. One shouldn't be too money-oriented, and the good virtues of Great Xia People shouldn't be forgotten. It should be cheaper when it can be.

"Dear guest, hello. We're sorry to disturb your rest. It's like this: our restaurant's Chef Lin has just finished the dinner service and is now setting up a stall at the entrance. If you're interested, come and have a taste."

"Dear..."

The receptionist kept calling the rooms, while on some floors, individual staff were knocking on doors to notify guests.

It's still early, and the sun hasn't set yet. It's the perfect time for dinner.

The people of Romantic Country have a peculiar routine, often preferring to eat dinner after seven, especially on non-working days. This news came quite timely.

More than half of the tourists still staying in the hotel had tried today's brunch. As soon as they heard Chef Lin was setting up a stall, they rushed out without hesitation, heading straight for the elevators.

Some guests who didn't choose to dine in the hotel today were still hesitating whether to check it out when they heard the 'thud thud thud' of running in the corridor.

It wasn't just one or two; it was almost continuous. You could even faintly hear footsteps on the ceiling above.

"What's happening outside?"

Curiously, they walked over to open their room door, and from afar they could see a crowd gathered at the elevator entrance.

"Could they all be going to eat? Is the chef's skill here really that good?"

With nothing else planned for dinner, driven by curiosity, these people also stepped out of their rooms to see what food the Head Chef was selling.

When they reached the elevator entrance, oh dear, it was jammed.

Three elevators were moving simultaneously, with six or seven people crowded at the entrance, and footsteps continued to echo down the hallway.

"Ding~"

One of the elevator doors opened, and just as this group was about to enter, they were met with a dozen annoyed looks.

"It's full, can't get in. Wait for the next one."

This happened with two consecutive elevators, and the most absurd thing was that the numbers on the display screen would freeze decreasingly, clearly indicating similar conditions on each floor.

A tourist squeezed to the outermost edge blinked, had a bright idea, turned to look at the stairway beside him, and quietly moved his feet.

"?"

In such a quiet situation, any movement nearby would be easily noticed. That person hadn't taken more than a few steps before someone else on the edge noticed him.

Stairs?!

Not only did these two react quickly, but the 'thud thud thud' of running could be heard clearly from the stairwell.

Already at the stairway, the tourists couldn't care less and took off running. The people behind them instinctively followed.

Like a domino effect, the noise of the two running alarmed the others, who also rushed into the stairwell in a scramble.

"Hey, downstairs, why are you running? Is it that urgent?"

"I'm afraid you'll crash into me!"

"I can't help it; there are too many people behind me. I have to run."

"Just stick to the wall and move aside. There's no need to chase me. I'm out of breath here!"

"No way, I'm afraid of getting pushed off. It's risky, plus I haven't eaten dinner yet."

"Ah, the dinner part is the main point, huh?"

"Move aside, move aside! Chat somewhere else; don't block the way!"

"Oh no, it's jammed again downstairs!"

"Folks upstairs, stop running. It's blocked!!"

The stairway between the first-floor lobby and the second floor was now packed with people.

On each floor, there were a couple of quick-witted tourists, and they all crowded into the stairwell, one layer after another, resulting in people squeezing against each other and completely blocking the not-so-big staircase.

Especially at the exit, where it was most congested, no one wanted to give way, fearing that if they did, they would be pushed to the back by the crowd.

"I came down first, let me out, let go of me!" 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

"Oh, come on, we arrived at the same time. Why don't we go out together, don't try to cheat."

"Here's an idea. Being stuck here isn't a solution. Let's count to three and go out together."

"You used that trick in the morning. Back then, my heart was too soft, and I let you serve yourself first. You ended up taking all the delicious fried rice and left me waiting ages to eat!"