Gourmet: From a Stall in Northern Europe-Chapter 140 - 119: Who Sets Up a Stall in the Rain?! (2)

It has left a deep impression, and next time, I'll definitely choose to dine at this restaurant.

Elise was savoring the last bites of the steaming hot Fried Dumplings, sipping iced sweet soy milk in small sips, utterly satisfied. Especially with the gentle drizzle outside, the leisurely vibe was in full swing.

Just about to bid farewell to Lin Chen, suddenly her phone rings.

"Hello? What's up, Vanessa, is something wrong?"

"Me? I just finished breakfast, about to head home."

"Of course it was delicious, no doubt about it. Fresh black tiger shrimp, handmade dumpling skins made on the spot, packed full of meat filling, crispy exterior, the juice bursts with each bite..."

"What? You want some? Uh... You know I haven't slept for nearly twenty-four hours. If I stay any longer, I'll end up sleeping on the beach. Why don't you ask Gray to bring some, he's right in line... Hello, hello?? Hung up? Hey, that heartless woman."

Looking up, sure enough, Gray was answering the phone, a look of distress on his face.

In the end, it was unclear what agreement was reached between the two, but suddenly his expression became cheerful, grinning, making one feel the urge to just rush over and punch him.

After Lucas joined in, Lin Chen finally focused on wrapping Fried Dumplings, and after demonstrating how to fry them once or twice, Lucas quickly learned the following steps.

It actually wasn't difficult; you just put the pan full of Fried Dumplings on the stove and heat it on high.

Once you see the bottom of the Fried Dumplings turning slightly golden brown, you pour in broth and starch water, cover the lid, and wait for five or six minutes, adjusting the heat down a bit, and that's it.

It's really not that hard.

As the wrapping speed picked up, the serving pace became stable; roughly every four or five minutes, one batch would come out while the second pan would be frying simultaneously, creating a continuous cycle.

The time reached eight o'clock.

More and more tourists were waking up; around this time they would feel hungry, and many were trying to find a nearby restaurant offering brunch to satisfy their hunger.

Stepping out of the elevator, one sees a sign right opposite the elevator.

"An Asian Head Chef working for the soon-to-open hotel restaurant is making Fried Dumplings at the restaurant entrance. Interested customers can go to purchase and taste?"

"Hmm? Could this restaurant be the one with the garden in front?"

"I've heard the hotel owner hired a chef of Michelin standard at least, so the craft should be good. Let's go and try it."

"Dumplings taste good no matter how they're made, why not solve it nearby?"

"Dumplings made by the Head Chef must be different from ordinary restaurants and supermarkets, right? Let's have a look."

Except for some guests with a fixation on brunch or those specifically craving certain foods, the remaining tourists, after seeing the announcement, unanimously decided to go to the restaurant to check it out.

Regardless of eating, they first wanted to join in the fun and see how things were done.

Jiang Shuqi also woke up around this time.

Stayed up too late playing with the cat last night, got too excited, couldn't sleep.

Finally, when she was dozing off, Lu Xiaohei stepped on her and woke her up.

Looking at those innocent big eyes, all black and shiny, she couldn't bring herself to be angry, just blamed her own light sleep.

How could a cute kitty be wrong?

Instinctively picked up the phone to check the time, only to see Lin Chen's message.

"What?! Shrimp Fried Dumplings??"

"Come on, it's raining outside, dude, what kind hearted person sets up a stall before 7 AM in the rain!!"

She glanced at the gloomy sky outside and felt speechless, quickly got up to wash her face, put on a hat, mask, and a pair of dark sunglasses, covering herself up tightly, grabbed her phone, and prepared to head out.

"Meow~"

Upon hearing the commotion, Lu Xiaohei darted off the bed, blocking the door and meowing up at her.

"You want to go too? Hey?? It's raining outside, girl!"

"Meow~~"

"Oh right, I forgot you were a little stray before, a bit of rain's probably no big deal, there's an umbrella anyway."

There wasn't any food around since she had finished all the cans yesterday right after getting the vaccination, thinking Lucas's place would have provisions.

Who knew she'd be swayed by the allure of the cute kitty and ended up back in her room.

She was starving, and the kitty was hungry too, reasonable enough?

Giving herself a reasonable excuse, she leaned down and picked up Lu Xiaohei onto her shoulder, where the little one nimbly stood and placed its small paw prints on her head.

"???"

"Hey, don't go overboard, girl, is my royal head something you can just step on casually?"

"Meow~"

Vanessa stood at the hotel front desk, smiling and nodding to the passing guests, while her gaze kept darting toward the entrance.

More and more guests were passing by, the line getting longer, would Gray actually stand her up?

And that Elise—the bad woman—she agreed to help her clock in, but wouldn't even bring breakfast, over the top!

Just thinking about it, she saw a pickup truck parked steadily at the door.

Without turning off the engine, a familiar figure quickly jumped out of the truck, holding a brown paper box and a white drink, and walked briskly toward her.

Joy flashed in Vanessa's eyes.

Great! Finally, something delicious to eat!

After trying Elise's takeaway seafood yesterday, she grew intensely curious about that mysterious Head Chef.

In a seaside city like this, there are many eateries serving seafood, all tasting quite similar, she couldn't quite imagine how they'd conjure up a new flavor, which other restaurants couldn't.

Is this the difference in skills?

No wonder he's a Head Chef.

Later, after work, when she was at home for dinner, the cheesy baked pasta didn't taste as good.

Originally, she thought she could eat it every day until the day she died, but after sampling the Chef's revised version of seafood, the rich, aromatic yet mysterious oil in it made her favorite buttery taste seem dull.

She then thought, if she brought leftover sauce home and mixed it with pasta, how delightful would that be?

What was she even thinking then, how did she not bring it home!

As soon as this thought surfaced, she remembered there were originally noodles in the bag, but she hadn't tried a bite, too busy devouring seafood.

The regret kept her up two hours later than usual.

"Quick, Vanessa, eat while it's hot! When you eat, bite open a hole beside it, there's soup inside, very hot, just out of the pan. Drink the soup, then dip it in the sauce, it's the spicy one from yesterday, paired with vinegar, don't dip too much—it's really spicy."

Gray put the food on the counter and swiftly turned to leave.

"This is cold soy milk, cools the heat, too many customers there, I need to keep watch!"

"Thanks a lot~"

Vanessa's face lit up with a sweet smile, her gaze fixed on the beautifully made Fried Dumplings inside the brown paper box.

Though called dumplings, their shape was quite distinct, with shrimp poking out, but honestly, they looked rather appetizing.

In the foreigner's view, there really is no distinction between Fried Dumplings and dumplings, they only recognize dumplings.

Without much thought, she eagerly unwrapped the chopsticks and prepared to dig in.

First came a sip of icy soy milk to soothe the throat and lower the mouth's temperature.

Gray's words lingered in her mind; she feared burning herself.

"Ding"

Just then, the elevator chimed again.

She hurriedly set down the soy milk, a professional smile blooming on her lips.

"Good morning~"

Jiang Shuqi stepped out of the elevator with Lu Xiaohei perched on her head, two girls trailing behind her, awestruck, snapping photos evidently never seeing such an atypical cat before.

Originally planning on heading straight to the restaurant, she caught a whiff of a familiar scent while passing by the reception.

Rapeseed oil?

Someone was eating Fried Dumplings!

She turned her head, gaze landing on the brown paper box at the counter, her path redirecting straight to the front desk.