Gourmet: From a Stall in Northern Europe-Chapter 249 - 174: Which Idiot Forgot to Assign Chef Lin to Cook?

"Hey, it really is her. Not bad, kid, your eyes are pretty sharp."

"Come on, let's go ask for a signature."

The two of them headed straight over, and as they got closer, they realized there were more than just the two of them; the K-pop girl group in the photo was also hiding under the umbrella next door.

In front of both groups, white plastic tables were laid out with a dazzling variety of seafood and white porridge, which they ate in small bites nonstop, not only gracefully but quickly.

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Roderick frowned, always feeling like something wasn't quite right.

"Wait, why are even the celebrities eating food from a food truck? Is it really that good?"

"What's the big deal?"

Philip waved his hand casually, "This is the seaside, isn't the seaside the place to eat food from trucks?"

"They're celebrities; they've eaten in fine dining restaurants aplenty. What's wrong with changing it up once in a while? It's pretty normal, right?"

"Seems legit?"

Just as they were about to approach, suddenly a burly man darted out from nowhere, his gaze scanning them like an eagle, stopping around the waist down.

His sharp gaze was like a scanner, making the two shiver in unison, feeling as if their clothes had been stripped clean, with a bone-chilling sensation.

"Stop! Unauthorized personnel are not allowed to approach."

Anthony tapped the bridge of his sunglasses with one hand, reaching out to Roderick with the other.

"What are you hiding in your pocket? You're not planning to attack my client, are you? Hand it over!"

"Huh???"

Roderick and Philip froze, simultaneously looking down.

In a split second, Anthony accelerated.

"Owwww!!!! Let go, damn it, let go already!!!"

Philip instinctively clamped his legs together, his ears ringing with his buddy's cries, wanting to help him but afraid of falling for the same trap.

Medron and Meng Qi heard the screams and urgently pulled out batons from their waists and ran over.

"Stop it!"

"Let go of him!"

Meng Qi kept his eyes fixed on Anthony; based on his experience in the business world, this guy was definitely doing it on purpose.

No normal person, even a professional security guard, would pull such a bizarre stunt.

Recalling what Medron mentioned earlier about some harassment cases, he suddenly understood.

"It's him! The repeat offender!"

His reminder made Medron realize too, and he quickly hit the button on the baton and swung it down hard.

Someone who can be a celebrity bodyguard is definitely no slouch; Anthony moved slightly, nimbly dodging to Roderick's side.

Meng Qi had already gripped his baton tightly, and as the two of them tried to surround Anthony by taking half a step forward, the hostage screamed again.

"Owwww!!!!"

Leo stood up from his seat, speechless: "Anthony, what are you doing? Let go of him!"

"I suspect these two of wanting to attack Lady Dreya, removing potential threats in advance is part of a bodyguard's duty."

"Nonsense!"

Philip shouted, "We just wanted to ask Miss Dreya for a signature, and he attacked my friend without asking anything!!"

"Let go now; if you don't release the hostage, we'll call the police!"

Medron's expression was serious, his nerves taut; from years of working security, he'd never encountered someone so agile, clearly a professional.

Especially with that rebellious aura, it made people suspect this guy might even be a retired special forces soldier or from a unit like the Navy SEALs.

It's quite normal for veterans to turn into bodyguards; any slightly notable person would choose to hire them for their skills and reliability, just their physical fitness alone surpasses ordinary people.

The standoff lasted for a while, and finally Dreya got up to mediate, prompting Anthony to release him.

Once released, Roderick plopped to the ground, clutching his stomach, curled up like a shrimp, groaning in distress.

"Sorry, our company policy prohibits giving fans autographs privately unless it's on official photo collections,"

Leo lifted him from the ground, and after confirming he was okay, offered a slightly apologetic explanation.

"Our bodyguard was just doing his job, though his method was a bit crude. I extend an apology to you here."

Despite the commotion, the girl group members briefly glanced over before returning their focus, as if the drama was less intriguing than the seafood before them.

Not just them, but dozens of diners in front of the food truck paid no attention at all to what happened, solely focused on enjoying the food before them.

Feeling initially embarrassed, Roderick stood up and looked around awkwardly, surprised to find that no one cared about him, relieved yet vaguely resentful.

Not only am I a bright, cheerful handsome guy, but I'm less captivating than a few boxes of seafood?

That shouldn't be the case for anyone, let alone for a chef!

"Egg foo yung, damn it, I have to try how good it is!"

Forcing himself to bear the pain in his lower body, he staggered towards the back of the line.

Didn't even get a photo, and nearly got cracked; this simmering anger...

"Customers at the back, no need to queue; only six portions left here before sold out~"

Philip and Roderick's expressions simultaneously froze.

Could their luck be any worse???

"Hmph, obviously it's not that good, otherwise why prepare so little?"

Roderick gritted his teeth and glared at the bright red food truck, his tone resentful.

"I think so too; if business were really that booming, I'd definitely prepare thousands of portions, what's the harm in money?"

"These people clearly have no other choice, that's why they're all here to eat this, given it is cooked by the head chef after all."