Gourmet: From a Stall in Northern Europe

As he chewed, the man spat the clean bones onto the ground, naturally let go of his hand, and turned to grab the tongs in the food warmer next to him.

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Seeing the man’s actions, the other man, who was just competing for the tongs, frowned.

What’s going on?

Could it be that the pot of ribs is tastier than this shredded meat?

They’ve known each other for years and are well-acquainted with each other’s habits.

Thinking of this, the man immediately added another serving of fish-flavored shredded pork for himself, then joined the other man by the ribs to wait for more food.

Whether or not these ribs are tastier than the shredded meat, they must be equally delicious, otherwise, the old chap wouldn’t have abandoned it so decisively.

While waiting, his gaze swept over to the two food warmers where he saw Wang Ziqin scooping dish after dish into his lunchbox, and a hint of amazement flashed in his eyes.

Even the wealthy of Great Xia want to try every dish, isn’t that a sign that every dish is delicious?

With over a dozen dishes already laid out, loading each one into a lunchbox would probably make it overflow. No wonder they were told to take less.

The man wasn’t worried, as he had great confidence in his appetite, just as he was confident in his hunting skills.

In just two or three minutes, the lunchboxes they held were piled so high they were about to overflow, filled with an array of dishes they had never seen before in their lifetime.

They casually placed the heavy lunchboxes on the table, grabbed a second empty box, filled it with half a box of rice, and turned to continue their feast.

Regarding their actions, Wang Ziqin could only shake his head with helplessness.

"Oh well, oh well, let them pack it up, it’s better than wasting it. Looking at their builds, it seems they can eat quite a bit."

After all, it’s just a bit of food, and it doesn’t compare to the value of a Hunter’s License, which is a legitimate qualification to openly handle and purchase guns!

These foreigners, with little in the way of leisure activities besides drinking, turn to fitness and hunting, the latter being considered a high-end pursuit similar to playing golf back home.

It’s not that civilians can’t play, but rather what they play is not in the same league as what these people play.

Just the price of a gun alone can be several thousand, and for top-tier ones, it’s over ten thousand. A bullet starts at two or three euros. Without money, it’s simply unaffordable.

Apart from the basics, their social network is certainly high-end, so building good relationships with them is definitely advantageous.

Today, he’s taking an open approach, laying his cards on the table. He’s using delicious food to first capture their stomachs, to get better acquainted, so when Old Lin is instructed on gun knowledge in the afternoon, he’ll pay more attention.

Once they’re familiar with firearms, the game they hunt down at night can be cooked on-site by Old Lin as a reward, letting them learn some outdoor cooking skills, so they can show off in the future when they go out.

He’s not at all worried about them seeing through his plans; since they came here, it shows they’re willing to bite the bait. Who knows, they might also want to get friendly with him.

As he quickly went over today’s plan, the two middle-aged men had already sat beside him, each holding a completely full lunchbox with expectant smiles on their faces.

Wang Ziqin took a look, put down his lunchbox and chopsticks, and went to fetch them a bowl of kelp soup.

"Oh, thank you, Wang, you’re so considerate!"

"Is this kombu? I thought this was used for making stock?"

"This is kelp. Kombu is a type of kelp and is more commonly eaten in our part of Asia, whereas it seems to be rarely seen in restaurants in the West."

Wang Ziqin patiently explained to the two: "I don’t know if you guys are aware, but the original form of MSG is extracted from kelp, so kelp is inherently flavorful, which is why it’s used in Western cuisine to enhance stock."

"And in Great Xia, kelp has many uses – it’s eaten cold, stir-fried, or in soups. The most mainstream method is making soup."

"Especially when cooked with meat, like pork rib kelp soup or pig’s trotter kelp soup, it’s exceptionally delicious."

"Today, although the soup is purely vegetarian, you can still see from its color how delicious it is, perfect for accompanying meals or soaking rice."

The two foreigners nodded, seemingly understanding, looking at their lunchboxes piled into small mountains, they dismissed the idea of pouring the kelp soup in and instead scooped up a spoonful to taste.

The semi-yellowish, semi-greenish vegetarian soup was actually more delicious than expected, rich and flavorful with a hint of ocean breeze.

Their eyes lit up as they felt a warm stream trickle down their esophagus into their stomachs, making them feel wonderfully warm inside, indescribably comfortable.

Their left hand grabbed a fried chicken leg, taking a big bite, the salty flavor was unlike the crispy fried chicken they knew, without a coating, it still managed a thin crispy texture.

Then they scooped a piece of braised pork with a bright red, oily sauce, feeling it melt in their mouth, the savory pork fat melting quietly on their tongue, paired with the sweet and salty sauce, their appetites were fully opened, and they no longer bothered to savor each bite, just devoured it with gusto.

Seeing them eat so voraciously, Wang Ziqin smiled with satisfaction, then also picked up his lunchbox and began to shovel in the food.

The scene of the three of them sitting on plastic stools with their heads down devouring food almost drove the queued diners nearby insane with craving, and what was once a quiet line now began to stir unruly.

"Is it time to eat, is it time to eat?"

"Although I can’t see what they’re eating, watching their actions, it must be delicious!"

"Two whole bowls! Those two guys can really eat. When I came last week, I was full after finishing just one box of food, felt like my stomach was about to burst."

"It’s already 10:50, they should be handing out the tickets by now, right?"

Originally intending to wait a while longer, Dais couldn’t bear to see the urging diners and had no choice but to start distributing the tickets early.

"Line up on the left for Western buffet, on the right for Chinese buffet. If you want to try both, line up on the left."

As she shouted, she walked over and flipped the sign at the entrance, revealing the updated menu, while also opening the queuing barrier.

Almost instantly, a dozen pairs of eyes focused on the sign, reading the densely packed menu.

Dais raised the megaphone again and shouted: "Due to translation reasons, the names of Chinese dishes can only describe the taste or ingredients, making it impossible to convey the essence of the dishes. We ask everyone to trust Chef Lin’s skills in this regard."

"Additionally, the Western dishes we offer at lunch aren’t purely Western. They’re fusion, encompassing flavors from around the world, including Thai, Korean, Japanese, Chinese, Southeast Asian, South American, and other culinary territories, promising a unique taste experience."

"Of course, whether it’s Western or Chinese, all the recipes are crafted by Chef Lin. Please choose according to your preferences."