Gourmet: From a Stall in Northern Europe-Chapter 234 - 166: Popularity Doubled, Even Celebrities Are Scrambling for Food (Part 2)

Kimchi People love to eat rice, and fried rice is certainly not uncommon, but their fried rice only shares the name; the appearance is completely different.

Simply put, the chefs are too unskilled to make fried rice properly.

They call it fried rice, but it's really just mixed rice, especially when there's something like an iron grill around, they toss the rice into the leftovers, stir a few times, add some sauce and seaweed flakes, and call it fried rice.

The only dish resembling the actual stir-fry method might be kimchi fried rice, still the taste is damp, with strong water and oil flavors.

This explains why, when Kimchi People travel to Great Xia, they always order fried rice at restaurants.

You can't find it back home, what can they do!

The girl didn't even think about it, and directly grabbed all the remaining fried rice, stacking it into a huge pile, and even used a spoon to press down on the top to fit more rice, before she left, fully satisfied.

"With all this fried rice, it should be enough to share with the members, right?"

She planned it well, checked the time, and realized she had five minutes left, everything heading towards a perfect outcome.

The enticing aroma wafting from the plate kept sneaking into her nostrils, making her feel even more heady and mouth-watering.

With no empty seats nearby, she couldn't sit down and enjoy the food properly; inexplicably, she bent down and took a bite right off the tip of the rice mountain.

"?!"

Just a simple bite, her steps halted immediately; she subconsciously looked towards the beach area, glanced around at her surroundings, and ducked behind a carved green wall.

"Ya!!"

The other four members sitting at the long table in the beach area were watching the restaurant closely, displeased when she suddenly disappeared.

"Weren't we supposed to each handle a type of food, what's up with her, she's definitely sneaking a bite!"

"A traitor! Wow, didn't expect the first one to play us like this, fine, fine, now I know what game to play next."

"Come on everyone, if we stick together, according to plan, we can have a proper meal. Eating alone means some things will be missed; just those two lines alone take forever to queue for."

"Any food that foreign visitors queue up for must be tasty, don't you all want to try it?"

Both choices are tempting; for girls in their playful age, neither can be refused.

On one hand it's the food, on the other hand, it's the viewership.

Already eating, diners watched the outside recording with interest through the glass, not understanding the language but roughly gathering the rules of this game through their actions.

Especially the girl crouching behind the greenery like a thief, shoveling rice into her mouth with a spoon, her cheeks puffed like a hamster.

With her pretty, cute appearance and stylish outfit, and being a celebrity, she attracted many diners' curiosity, with many raising their phones to record and photograph without disturbing the shoot.

Soon, the second girl entered.

She glared at the companion eating away in hiding and opted not to pick up food first but dashed straight over.

"Hey! Are you a pig eating such a big plate all by yourself, let me have a taste!"

The portion wasn't meant for one person, already stuffed, the girl laughed and handed over the plate without any hint of guilt.

"Go ahead and eat it, once you taste, you'll know what choice to make."

"I don't believe it! It's just fried rice, how tasty can it be? I have principles!"

The later girl didn't stand on ceremony, scooping a large spoonful right into her mouth, truly hungry.

The somewhat hot fried rice entered her mouth, the unique umami of soy sauce spread out, soon followed by the salty, spicy tang of pickled vegetables.

Kimchi People are incredibly sensitive to various pickled vegetables, one bite and they can taste it, especially this flavor of fried rice, which super suits them.

On top of these two flavor types, a strong egg aroma mixed with scallion scent exploded in the mouth, but the seafood taste remained the weakest, only identifiable when chewing.

After chewing twice, she quietly lowered her gaze, her momentum weakened substantially.

"How's it, still sticking to principles?"

"…Cold fried rice doesn't taste good, let them scoop the hot one later, I as the unnie can reluctantly eat some cold rice to prevent wastage, also, what's the other line serving?"

"Dunno, didn't have time to check, you can queue and try, my time's up, I need to head out."

Outside.

The remaining three members watched the second entrant disappear behind the greenery and didn't emerge for a long time, their hearts collectively sinking.

"It's over, there's no trust between people anymore!"

Seeing their fly-eaten expression, not only the staff but the foreign diners next to the floor-to-ceiling windows also had knowing smiles on their faces.

Boss Magna likewise stood in the aisle, holding a plate and shoveling fried rice into his mouth.

Only after tasting did he understand why everyone queued up for fried rice, while fewer went for stir-fried noodles.

It wasn't that noodles were not tasty, but fried rice was more universal, more to everyone's liking, while the unique consistency of noodles wasn't as easily accepted by all.

Plus, foreigners are stubborn, lacking flexibility; if something doesn't appear appealing or seems less popular, they avoid trying it, preferring to follow the crowd.

If thicker noodles were used, resembling pasta, perhaps sales would be better.

He didn't care; whether others eat or not is no business to him, as long as he finds it tasty.

Seeing the two Kimchi sisters whispering crouched nearby, one got up and left, while the other went with the plate towards the beef with green pepper line.

His face changed, relying on his long legs, he briskly stepped ahead to queue first.

Many similar diners, intrigued by Great Xia's food's deliciousness, pegged these two lines as the most curious.

Came all this way, must have a taste.

Lin Chen, of course, wasn't interested in those trivial matters; the frying pans in front had paused for not a moment, and still struggled to keep up with diners' pace.

The customers were just too many; aside from the employees, barely dozens came yesterday, today doubled the number, choosing to enter by eight to ensure ample eating time.

Luckily, Lucas was savvy, using a trump card, pushing the finished iced jelly dessert cart around tirelessly, especially in queuing areas, energetically promoting his handmade dessert, even labeling it supermodel Dreya's favorite dessert.

Simple-minded foreigners couldn't resist such enthusiastic promotion, and the fruit ice jelly looked indeed appealing, most were willing to try.

Ice jelly was filling; an ordinary eater could feel halfway full from a bowl, indirectly easing pressure on the stir-fry section.

Including iced soy milk and chilled red bean soup dumplings, aiming for filling up.

Jonathan learned his lesson today, wandering around a few times while free, warmly engaging guests, inquiring about flavor preferences.

Seeing everyone scramble to queue for Lin's fried rice and beef with green peppers, while his dish sold poorly, he wasn't upset, enjoying the leisure.

Merely reflecting internally on how to revamp next week's breakfast, this week's tough to manage.

In the hubbub, time swiftly passed to the afternoon.

After providing food for filming the girl group, he entered the kitchen to prepare porridge, plain rice porridge.

For Chaoshan people, the standard for evaluating if a raw marinated dish tastes good is whether it makes people crave porridge.

He didn't know if it was true, having never visited, but online seemed to say so; might as well cook some plain porridge to pair, trying first.

Once the porridge was on the stove, he started processing the seafood delivered by Boss Magna's second batch this morning.

Originally planning to handle it in the morning, but with too many patrons fearing not having time for lunch, chose to prepare lunch first, leaving it till now.

As he marinated seafood, several girls who'd finished filming curiously crowded over, seeing plump crabs and prawns, their eyes lit up brightly.

"Chef, are you making sauce crabs?"

Think of the saucy crabs' fresh, tender taste, they swallowed eagerly, eyes fixated on the crabs soaking in sauce.