Gourmet: From a Stall in Northern Europe

The gun is indeed a hidden romance in every man’s heart. Lin Chen’s hand, now holding a rolling pin, is trembling slightly, unable to conceal his inner excitement.

Since Chef said so, it means as long as he nods, he could definitely touch a gun!

Now he has no intention of working at all, his mind solely occupied with that thing, even imagining a thrilling scene of himself shooting a little Karamay with one shot.

"Are you free this afternoon?"

"Free is free, but..." Lin Chen looked troubled, "but we don’t know when the dinner guests will arrive, what if they come at four or five o’clock..."

"That’s perfect!"

Raphael seemed to be waiting for this statement: "You can’t hunt during the day. Most prey are active at night, and during the day you can only see with the naked eye, completely obscured by dense vegetation."

"At night, you can scan with thermal imaging and instantly see through their camouflage."

"Huh?? Hunting at night? Normally, how long does it take to finish?"

He is quite clueless in this area, but he knows that hunting isn’t a quick task. He understands the phrase "wait and see."

If you’re unlucky, you might spend an entire night without catching a thing.

"It’s uncertain, have you set tomorrow’s menu?"

Raphael knew his situation, "If not, you can think about it this afternoon. It’s best to prepare something simple that they can handle on their own."

"How about continuing to sell buns? After today’s practice, everyone’s probably gotten the hang of it, and the process is mostly smoothed out. Prepare the dough and fillings in advance tonight, and let them make the buns themselves in the morning."

"Sure, you decide. Oh right, Maurice’s farm is right next to John’s, about a ten-minute drive, and about forty minutes from the hotel, near the Romantic Country border."

While the two were discussing, two farm owners were also talking about farm conditions nearby. Hearing that both chefs were going hunting, Maurice was overjoyed.

"Great, the more the merrier, best to round them all up in one go!"

"I won’t charge you. If you catch a lot, you can take all the prey, either to cook or to sell."

Raphael quietly explained to Lin Chen: "A group of wild boars just moved into his farm, two big and four small. These things have immense destructive power, no natural enemies, and are omnivores. If left unchecked, they could devastate a cornfield in just two weeks."

"There’s also an unknown number of wild rabbits, similar to the wild boars but worse. They not only dig but also gnaw on plant roots, leaving no grass wherever they go."

"Also, two adult wild deer escaped from John’s fenced back mountain and wandered into Maurice’s field. Each extra deer means the farm can’t raise two sheep. These creatures have a great appetite, which is why he traveled all this way to seek help."

"Chef, do you know him?"

"Know him, of course. He’s also one of Marchello’s suppliers. Similar incidents happened before, and Marchello and I have hunted on his farm, bagging ten wild boars."

"......"

Seeing Raphael’s proud expression, the corner of Lin Chen’s mouth twitched.

So everyone has a Hunter’s License and never brought me along all these years?

Despite his grumbling, he knew well that his previous status was unlikely to catch the attention of the head chefs, let alone get invited to hunt together.

Indeed, no matter where you go in this world, status and reputation matter massively.

"But you don’t have a Hunter’s License yet, so for now, you can’t touch a gun, at best just tagging along to experience it. If you really want to hunt yourself, you need to get a license."

Get a license?

At the mention of this, Lin Chen was momentarily stunned, immediately picturing Wang Ziqin in his mind.

Our dear President Wang can fast-track visas, so helping with a Hunter’s License shouldn’t be difficult, right?

After enduring an hour and a half, the teamwork finally withstood the onslaught of diners.

Seeing that there weren’t many diners left, Lin Chen quickly washed his hands, found a secluded corner, and took out his phone to call President Wang.

"A Hunter’s License?"

Receiving the call, Wang Ziqin thought Lin Chen was calling about something related to food, never expecting that he wanted to go hunting!

Upon hearing "hunting," Wang Ziqin couldn’t sit still, instantly jumping up from his chair.

"Where to hunt?"

"Our farm is ten minutes away next door? Oh, the bearded guy’s farm, right? John previously went there for black fish and bullfrogs, and now there’s a wild rabbit and boar problem?"

"Tsk, how could someone be so unlucky, having troubles every few days? What heaven is hinting at him!"

"He should’ve sold the farm to me straight away, that way we could expand again, and buy up the central area too..."

"Stop, stop, hold it!"

Lin Chen wasn’t interested in hearing about his business plans, "So can you get the Hunter’s License? How fast?"

"I can handle it, it’s simple, my connections work well. By the way, I’ll bring some hunters for on-site training, and it can be done immediately."

The process of getting a Hunter’s License isn’t complicated, mainly requiring a hunter’s recommendation for membership, followed by gun and hunting training before applying for the license.

If possible, participating in one or two hunting activities might expedite the process relatively faster.

Hunting in Romantic Country differs from online hunting videos. Usually, you have to apply in advance, gather a team to work together, and draw lots to decide shooter positioning.

Everyone has a designated shooting area, outside of which you can’t shoot. Even if prey escapes the encirclement, you can’t shoot; lots of rules, quite troublesome.

Lin Chen soon received the Newbie Hunter’s Guide forwarded by Wang Ziqin and quickly scanned it, roughly memorizing about seventy to eighty percent of it.

"Hmm??"

John, currently patrolling a mountain reserved for hunting within his own farm with Maurice, suddenly received a call.

After hanging up, his expression turned a bit peculiar.

"What’s up?"

Curious, Maurice leaned closer, "Did a few more deer escape?"

"No," John shook his head, "our boss said he and his wife will join the night hunt, and he’s already applied for a Hunter’s License for Chef Lin, asking my people to prepare training, and they are on the way now."

"What???"

Maurice widened his eyes in shock: "Training hasn’t even started yet, and a license has been applied for? How did he manage that?"