Gourmet: From a Stall in Northern Europe-Chapter 244 - 171: Waiter! Waiter, Where Are You? (2)

However, thinking about the unheard-of and unseen dishes and flavors created by Chef Lin, he felt that this was just right.

Even the staff couldn't resist coming over to buy the food, how could it not be delicious?

"Is this... marinated raw seafood?"

Indeed, it was another cooking method he hadn't seen before. He waved his large hand directly: "Please give me one of each, to go, thank you."

Lin Chen certainly wouldn't refuse business that came to him, and immediately started packing.

"Chef, which type of seafood would you personally recommend?"

"Me? I prefer marinated raw crab, then shrimp. The shellfish are all cooked, I personally like the taste of raw food."

While he was introducing, small bubbles began to form densely in the milk pot of white porridge. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

It doesn't need to be heated for long, just hot enough, and it's mainly kept warm here. Too hot and those foreigners find it inconvenient to eat.

He poured a bowl of porridge for the three ladies, "Here, this is included in the set meal, rice porridge, to be eaten with the marinated raw seafood."

Since they had no free hands, with many boxes of seafood piled on the dining cart not yet taken, to avoid hindering the chef's business and for their own convenience, they quickly walked back to the restaurant, brought a small cart, and loaded all the food in one go.

"How many crabs are in a portion of marinated crab?"

As soon as he asked, he saw Lin Chen take four halved crabs from the box and place them into a packing box, just enough to fill it.

"Two crabs, right? Then please give me four portions, and four portions of shrimp as well."

He didn't bother asking further, he was sure nothing would go wrong by following the chef's recommendations.

Even if he couldn't finish them now, he could bring them back to the hotel for a midnight snack, his suite had a fridge and an electric stove, so there was no rush.

"Damn it!"

Lamia stomped the ground angrily with one foot and put her hands on her hips: "If I knew Chef Lin would be setting up the stall alone, I wouldn't have eaten those lobsters and steaks earlier!"

"Now my stomach is so full, how can I eat any seafood?!!"

"Don't worry, darling, I have a solution."

Edward extended his left hand, lightly holding her curvy waist: "The quickest way to digest food is exercise. I'm feeling a bit full as well, shall we try to burn off the food we've eaten within three hours?"

"Cardio? But I don't like running."

"Relax, we definitely won't be running, just trust me."

Lin Chen's lips twitched slightly, not knowing whether it was the little secretary's way of seducing the boss or if she truly didn't understand. Either way, he certainly didn't understand.

It's best not to pry into the lives of rich people, better to pretend not to have seen anything.

He quickly packed over a dozen boxes of seafood into a large plastic bag.

"Mr. Edward, your food is packed and ready, totaling one hundred and thirty-five euros."

Besides the shrimp and crab, Edward had also added two more portions of the other seafood platters, lest he didn't get enough.

When it comes to food, he treats it with the same caution as his business orders.

"Hurry! The chef has set up the stall!!"

When Edward and the little secretary entered the elevator carrying a plastic bag full of food, two young ladies at the front desk sprang up, grabbed the intercom, and informed the patrolling security guards.

Gray hadn't come to work yet; his colleague was patrolling the beach area.

Upon receiving the notification, he turned and left without a word, riding the hotel-assigned motorcycle and rushing back the way he came.

It was not even six o'clock yet, the best time to enjoy the lingering sunset. There were rows of tourists lying under the sun umbrellas on the beach.

Experienced ones, seeing the familiar red light at the restaurant entrance, would immediately spring to their feet.

Almost simultaneously, the staff of the Korean Pickle Program also received the message about Lin Chen setting up the stall.

Although it wasn't Korean marinated crab, the taste was surely similar. The opportunity to savor familiar and delicious dishes in a small town in a foreign land had to be seized.

Since they would be staying until the weekend kite festival opened, there would be plenty of time and opportunities to film the western restaurant, whereas delicious marinated raw seafood might not be encountered again any time soon.

After seeing off the big client Edward, Lin Chen wasn't idle either as he packaged and distributed the ingredients from the boxes to prepare for unexpected customers.

Since there was no cooking process today, he didn't call Lucas, effectively giving the young lad a day off, allowing him to focus on editing videos, and he could bring a few boxes of marinated raw food back for him when possible.

In just a few idle minutes, diners began to appear continuously from all directions, seemingly from nowhere.

Once someone took the lead, the latter parts were not his concern at all.

Foreigners are people too, no less curious than fellow countrymen.

Seeing many people heading towards the dining cart, they also rose to their feet and came over to see what was being sold.

It was precisely meal time, and hardly anyone could resist the lure of a dining cart.

When the number of gathered diners increased, Lin Chen suddenly realized something.

Some of the diners already held evident dining cart food items in their hands!

A quick perusal.

Gravy fries, hot dog sausages, Turkish kebabs.

Almost just these three options.

And ice cream cones.

"Strange, I remember there seemed to only be dining carts at the original stall place, it takes at least ten minutes to walk over, they should have finished eating by now, why does it seem like they bought it nearby?"

Doubts aside, whatever whimsical idea President Wang came up with wasn't something he wanted to delve into, for now, packaging the marinated raw food for sale was more important.

Inside the restaurant.

The two pairs of guests, engrossed in observing Jonathan's cooking process, were completely unaware of the situation outside.

Not to mention the decent soundproofing of the restaurant, the density of green plant barriers inside was enough to cover the view entirely unless you were sitting by the window, it was almost impossible to see outside.

"Amazing, worthy of being a head chef!"

"Delicious, so delicious, this is what seafood cuisine should taste like!"

"Miss, could you please get me a glass of white wine?"

Philip and Rodria, similar to Edward's previous move, decided to eat right there with endless smiles on their faces, finishing one plate and moving on to the next as soon as it was ready.

In the West, it's customary to pair seafood with wine, both red and white have their respective matching seafood, similar to wanting a cold beer while having barbecue in the domestic setting.

After Philip called out and waited for more than ten seconds without a response, he swallowed the food in his mouth, turned his head with a doubt, and found that the beautiful waitress who was supposed to be standing by his side had disappeared by then.

Not just her, the other three waitresses were also out of sight, leaving mostly just the chef inside the entire restaurant.

"What's going on, where is everyone?"

Just as he was about to look for the waitresses, Jonathan brought over a plate of cheese-baked lobster, and he hastily withdrew the foot he almost stepped forward with, afraid the good stuff would be snatched away.

"Chef, can we drink that bottle of white wine?"

"Hmm?"

Jonathan turned his head, looking in the direction he pointed, seeing a bottle of white wine hanging on the wine rack at the bar, apparently already opened.

"Sure, Helena, Helena!?"

"Coming!"

A response came from near the door, Helena's crisp high heels echoed softly as she jogged back.

"Is there anything I can help with?"

Philip eyed her lips suspiciously, feeling the lipstick seemed much faded, with a faint color left at the corners, yet on a closer look, there seemed to be none.

"We'd like two glasses of white wine."

"Sure, which price range would you like? Ten euros, twenty euros, fifty euros, or one hundred euros?"

The two scratched their heads, clearly not expecting this many options for a drink.

"To experience a high-end restaurant, why not try the expensive one?" Rodrick appeared somewhat tempted.

"I think so too, high-end chef creations need to be paired with premium wine to bring out the ultimate taste. Let's go for the hundred-euro one, two glasses."

"Okay."

Helena nodded, walked quickly to the bar, took out an unopened bottle of white wine from the wine cabinet, popped the cork briskly, came over, elegantly leaned in slightly, supported the bottom of the bottle with one hand, and poured half a glass for each of them.