Gourmet: From a Stall in Northern Europe-Chapter 180 - 139: Coming to Work, What’s Wrong with Grabbing a Bite?_2

"There's so much to learn... damn etiquette!"

Just as she tossed the rice noodles into the pot, she heard a man's shout not far away.

"Dreya! What are you doing over here? Luckily, this place is wide open, so I could spot our truck right away, otherwise, I really wouldn't have found you."

"Just look, obviously here for breakfast!"

The fish soup that had been sitting for a few minutes was still a bit too hot to handle, the temperature dropping slowly. She wanted to drink it right from the bowl but hesitated, thinking about the noodles in the pot, forcing herself to hold back.

"Breakfast??"

The agent frowned at the red food truck: "This early, how could there be a food truck around?"

Anthony, usually silent and reserved, suddenly spoke up: "It's the Great Xia Food Truck."

"What!? No wonder you've been so settled this week, not sneaking out at night to eat, so... wait a minute, don't tell me you decided to come to Dieppe just for this truck?"

"How could that be, do I look like that kind of person?"

Dreya shot him a blank look: "Didn't I find out about the kite festival? Wasn't it my idea to collaborate with the hotel? The beach-themed swimsuit shoot was my idea too, right?"

"Uh... indeed, but it seems there's no conflict there?"

"Is it important?"

Sipping the fish soup to moisten her throat, Dreya lowered her eyes: "Anyway, as long as there's work, right?"

"I suppose so."

The agent scratched his head, wanting to say something but decided to stay silent in the end.

Dreya was already a mature model, knowing what to do and what not to do, and she even took the initiative to find work opportunities. Moreover, the partner she chose this time was pretty good; there was nothing to criticize.

In comparison, what's wrong with having some food truck food?

As long as she can manage her figure well.

The man, instead, became deeply curious about this food truck.

As a star model, she had attended many high-class banquets, and he tried to order her different lunches every day, the best of delicacies, so what hasn't she tried?

When Anthony reported that she went out to eat at the food truck every night, he didn't take it to heart. This happened occasionally before, whether being tired of it or craving a change of taste.

But then she continued doing so for several weeks, going out rain or shine to look for food every night.

Originally, he wanted to see just how good the food truck's food that could captivate Dreya him was. But she always left close to midnight, way after he'd clocked out, so how would he travel all the way back just for a food truck meal?

Most absurdly, that food truck only operated late at night, as if unafraid of being robbed.

Later came the news that with the Olympics approaching, the police already quietly sent those dirty shady troublemakers up north, and street safety levels skyrocketed.

"What kind of soup are you having?"

Glimpsing the half-bowl of gray murky liquid on the table by Dreya's hand, apparently brimming with seafood.

"Fish soup, the method and ingredients are written on that whiteboard over there, see for yourself."

"Oh right, I haven't paid yet. If you're buying, help me settle the bill while you're at it."

Lin Chen looked quizzically at the man, "Are you her agent?"

"Yes, that's right, let me introduce myself, I'm Leo."

"Can you transform?"

"?"

"Ahem... I meant, do you want a bowl of noodles?"

"Sure, I heard Dreya often eats at your place, didn't expect she'd follow the truck all the way to Dieppe this time. I'd like to try what's special, just give me what she's having."

Came specially for this?

Oh?

Glancing at Dreya, the woman waved her hands desperately, as if telling him not to listen to the nonsense: "I'm here for work! I'm wearing a swimsuit for the shoot, just finished the photos!"

"I believe you~"

With that, he lowered his head and started cooking the noodles, leaving the woman no chance to argue.

He worked fast, first passing the noodles out through the window for Leo to take over, then spent another five minutes preparing a basic version of the family bowl.

"Wow, this fish soup noodle looks really nice, smells great too."

Holding a full bowl of fish soup noodles, Leo sat next to Dreya, who glanced at the ingredients in his bowl with an increasingly wide grin.

Ha!

Not as much seafood variety as mine!

This friend can get along~

Having been Dreya's agent for so long, he understood her taste quite well.

Food approved by her can be eaten with confidence, no mistake.

Leo didn't think much, scooped up the rice noodles at the bottom of the bowl, stirred it with the broth, and slurped big mouthfuls.

The slippery rice noodles, coated with rich fish paste, slid into the mouth, the unique fatty aroma of the fish exploded instantly, the spicy black pepper couldn't mask the deliciousness of the fish soup itself.

One mouthful, two, three...

By the time he realized it, the noodles in his bowl were all gone, though there was still more than half of the fish paste soup left.

No wonder!

Recalling the scene he saw upon arrival, Leo suddenly understood, waving at Lin Chen.

Before he could call out, Lin Chen handed over another bowl of rice noodles.

"Here you go."

???

So confident?

At this moment, curiosity bloomed in his heart.

He'd eaten plenty of Chinese food, ordering the same meals as Dreya, often of even lesser grade than hers.

This bowl of incredibly flavorful and rich fish paste noodle soup before him wildly exceeded his understanding of Great Xia cuisine.

Great Xia's noodle soup, shouldn't it be something like a clear broth?

Not to mention broth, even the fine rice noodles were a first for him.

"So, delicious, right?"

Dreya rested her chin in her hand, squinting eyes at his gobbling behavior, as if seeing herself in someone else's eyes.

"Delicious, delicious, the flavor is really great, and the price is cheap, isn't it a better value than the Marseille Fish Soup?"

"Worth coming, isn't it? With work and good food."

"...Indeed."

Leo was instantly convinced, quickly finishing the noodle soup, licking his lips, desiring more.

"Does he always set up in the morning? I remember before it was always at night?"

Before?

Dreya glared fiercely at Anthony, who stood motionless in sunglasses like a wooden post.

"How would I know, I just got here a few minutes ago, supposedly he isn't the type to set up in the morning."

She also felt puzzled, just about to get up and ask, when Leo's phone suddenly rang.

Seeing the name, Leo was startled, slouched his back, and hurriedly answered.

"Hello, hello..."

Seeing his demeanor, Dreya knew it must be the hotel calling, most likely to add or reshoot.

"To shoot a few more styles, right? Sure, sure, no problem, any preferred theme? Summer chill? Youthful vitality? Alright, we're on it right now!"

Listening to the conversation, Dreya's mind already drafted suitable scenes and necessary swimwear, turning to walk towards the business car.

As for the food truck matter, asking later wouldn't be too late.

There weren't even customers yet, surely they'd set up for a few more hours.

Speaking of which, why does it feel like I forgot something...

What was it...?

Forget it, change clothes first, work is the priority.

As time passed, after seven, tourists slowly started waking up, many couples choosing to go downstairs for a beachside jog.

Just out of the elevator, they'd see a food poster standing in front of them, the beautifully styled seafood looking outright delicious.

"Food truck by the restaurant's head chef?"

"Great Xia style Marseille Fish Soup, simmered for four to five hours, with four types of seafood and noodles made from rice?"

"Sounds good, and the price is cheap, judging by the photo, 25 euros isn't expensive."

"Let's go, since we're here, let's try it."

"Dear, what do you think, should we jog first or? If we eat first, exercise might not go well."

"Let's go check it out, if there aren't many people we can jog first, it's early, they probably just set up."

Tourists moved towards the food truck in twos and threes.

On the other side of the beach, Lucas was holding printed posters and a megaphone, approaching people for promotion as soon as he saw them.

"Take a look, check it out, freshly made delicious fish soup rice noodles, don't miss it, live cooking by a high-end restaurant head chef~"