Gourmet: From a Stall in Northern Europe-Chapter 178 - 138: I Must Have Been Hungry for Too Long, I’m Hallucinating

If you have to leave temporarily due to an upset stomach or a bathroom emergency, it could very well put the employer in danger.

He would never do something so foolish!

Dreya blinked and pinched her own arm.

Not seeing things!

At this hour, just past six in the morning, he's already out setting up shop???

Haha, this guy is really something!

She likes it!

"Forget the hotel, let's get some breakfast first!"

It was inevitable; as soon as Anthony saw that red food truck, he quietly stashed the luggage back into the trunk.

Lin Chen was sitting in front of the food truck, scrolling through his phone out of boredom. When he heard a car approaching, he instinctively looked up.

Even though the restaurant was right by the road, there was a parking lot in between. Anyone driving straight to the entrance was definitely coming to eat.

"Whoa, a business SUV?"

It's easy to spot the difference; ordinary people wouldn't buy such a car. It's either businessmen riding in it themselves or a celebrity's mobile lounge.

He didn't know any big shots personally, and the only rich person he knew was sleeping upstairs in a hotel. It couldn't possibly be a ce—...

Wait a minute, a celebrity??

No way, I actually know a celebrity!

The car door opened, and a familiar figure jumped out. The loose bathrobe wrapped around her body started to slip as she ran, revealing a sexy bikini underneath and swathes of fair skin.

Her wavy brown hair danced in the breeze, and her emerald-like eyes sparkled in the sunlight.

"Hey! Bet you didn't see this coming! I'm here~"

"...Honestly, I guessed it five seconds before you got out of the car."

"Alright, alright, whatever you say, I'm starving now, hurry up, get the food going! The full works!"

Dreya glanced at the car window and saw there were no takeaway boxes, just two pots on the stove, indicating made-to-order food.

Whatever, the full works can't go wrong!

Lin Chen got up, pointed at the whiteboard by the car window while walking back to the truck.

"How many slices?"

"Great Xia's Marseille Fish Soup version? Salmon, cod, octopus, and mussels? There's also limited salmon belly?"

"Yes, actually, there are a few other ingredients, but I'm worried they won't be enough later, so I didn't display them."

Lin Chen first tossed the fish soup and rice noodles into the pot to heat them and then took out some boxes from the fridge.

"Besides the four mentioned, there's also black tiger shrimp, clams, and razor clams. Since we're old friends, should I add a bit of everything for you?"

Dreya nodded faster than lightning and gave a thumbs-up: "Sure, sure, then I won't be polite."

"No need to be polite, to be honest, I've gained quite a bit of fame off of you too; can't be a freeloader without giving back."

It was the first time Dreya thought her fame was a good thing; she could enjoy delicious food for free without worrying about being scammed.

After thinking about it, she still took out her phone and held it in her hand, ready to take a photo of the final product and upload it to social media later.

Previously, coming here to eat was her own choice, it's not like they invited her, and she hadn't been secretive about it, which amounted to free publicity.

Now, she's taking advantage of him without having to pay much, and she doesn't like being indebted to others.

If he wants publicity, then let's give him some!

Although she wasn't a super famous celebrity, she had at least a couple of hundred thousand followers.

An uploaded photo could easily draw a few hundred interested patrons, right?

Soon, her bowl of family-size plus version fish glutinous rice noodle soup was ready, arranged by Lin Chen with great care.

Although there were many ingredients, they were organized together, giving it an instant vibe similar to Japanese ramen.

She adjusted the position of the noodle soup, picked up her phone, switched the camera to face herself, and lifted it up at several angles, then gently tugged the robe's belt.

Not fully undressed, she let it pile around her elbows, showing off her sexy shoulder and neck line and her generous bust.

"Click"

Lin Chen thought she was afraid of the heat, holding it twice but not taking it away, so he paid no mind while wiping the counter with a cloth.

Hearing the camera shutter, he instinctively looked up and found that she had actually taken off her robe, aiming here in her bikini for a selfie!

"Uh, what are you doing?"

"Can't just eat your food for free, I'll help promote you with a quick post~"

She moved quickly, using built-in functions to adjust the filter and brightness, directly uploading it, the whole process taking no more than thirty seconds.

The main concern was that the noodle soup might cool down and not taste as good.

After posting, she locked her phone and tossed it into her robe pocket, carrying the bowl of soup with a grin over to the nearby table.

Anthony parked the car nearby and then walked over to avoid disturbing business, with no one else around to worry about.

Lin Chen glanced at him twice, he felt this guy looked a bit familiar, as if he'd seen him somewhere before.

Bodyguard?

Wait a minute, personal bodyguard?

Could it be that every time this big celebrity came over, he was hiding among the crowd?

No wonder he looks familiar, but I can't recall exactly who he is.

"Buddy, want a bowl of noodle soup?"

He waved, intending to grab any opportunity: "Since there are no other customers for now, there's nothing to protect, right?"

"No way!"

Anthony shook his head firmly.

"Oh my God!!"

Dreya exclaimed repeatedly, completely shocked by the deliciousness of the fresh fish glutinous rice noodle soup.

"No wonder it's called Great Xia's version of Marseille Fish Soup, this must have been made from crushed fish and fish bones, right? I've tried to make it at home before, and it tasted super fishy, but yours tastes amazing!"

"And you don't have canned tomatoes or miscellaneous vegetables in your fish soup, it's purely a fish meat glop, yet it's not fishy at all; the full black pepper spiciness makes you want to drink more, like an addict."

"Hmm?!"

Triggered by the keyword, Anthony furrowed his brows and snatched the food box from her, sniffing it.

"What are you doing!! This is a metaphor, okay? A metaphor, you understand? To describe how delicious it is! If you want some, order it yourself, stop taking mine! Give it back!"

"There's certainly no suspicious taste."

Anthony smirked and returned the food box to her: "In the future, please avoid using such ambiguous metaphors. It's better for you, me, and the company."

Trained professionally, he could easily distinguish the smells of a dozen commonly found illicit substances; the soup smelled like pure fish soup to him.

Truth be told, it was quite fragrant.

In all his years, he'd never smelled such a pure and rich fish aroma in soup.

"Of course there's no weird smell, buddy here spent four hours simmering it overnight, filtered it three times, concentrating three pots into one. Could I possibly poison you? That's too much effort!"

"Besides, how could I possibly know you were coming today?"

"Makes sense."

Anthony remained stoic as ever, with his hands dangling naturally at his sides wearing sunglasses, showing no desire to try the dish.

"Slurp, slurp~"

A starving Dreya didn't care about her image anymore, scooping mouthfuls into her mouth and slurping, moving deftly, clearly having frequently indulged in this noodle dish before.

A few hot and scalding mouthfuls of the fish soup slipped down her throat, with the dual effects of black pepper and heat causing sweat to start pouring down her forehead.

Soon, her clavicle and shoulder area glistened with sweat droplets, trickling down her smooth arm skin.

The more she ate, the hotter she felt, her whole face flushed a bright red, while her small hands kept fanning herself, yet she couldn't stop eating.

"So delicious, so delicious, it's just that the rice noodles are a bit little; mind if I have a refill?"

"Here you go, take it, I knew you'd say that, so I've already cooked it."

Dreya stood up abruptly, as if bothered by the heat, and directly took off her robe and tossed it on a nearby table, calmly walking over to the truck window in her bikini.

The past few days have seen quite a few bikini-clad customers, and Lin Chen thought he'd gotten used to it. But seeing Dreya's voluptuous figure and that perfect face frequently appearing in shopping mall displays, he could only forcefully avert his eyes, fearing that a moment's distraction might lead to unnecessary misunderstandings.

Seeing him turn his head, looking a bit awkward, Dreya seemed to have discovered a new world, leaning on the windowsill with great interest.

"What's the matter, our Head Chef is shy? Have you never seen a woman in a bikini?"