Free Web NovelChapter 536: Chapter 448: Eat Less at Breakfast—Lunch Is the Main Event!
"Is this... fried dumplings?"
Lucinda widened her eyes in disbelief: "How did dumplings end up here? Do you guys have dumplings to eat?"
"Uh..."
Helena’s expression turned awkward, she sneaked a glance at Dais beside her and handed over the food box.
"You came just in time, I was about to go in and tell you, Nicole said these are extra fried dumplings from this batch, we should eat them right away, two for each person to try the flavor."
"Great, I was just wondering when I could have breakfast, I’m starving. So I’ll eat these, okay?"
Lucinda smiled, grabbed the chopsticks quickly, picked up two dumplings, and stuffed them into her mouth, not rushing to chew but first feeling the temperature of the dumplings before cautiously taking a small bite.
These dumplings were leftovers, a few minutes had passed since they were cooked, plus some delay when bringing them here, so the temperature was already just right, only slightly hot, safe to eat.
"Hoo... Ha!"
Walking back, Lucinda looked up and exhaled a breath of hot air, giving them a thumbs up.
"These fried dumplings are really delicious, you should eat them while they’re hot, don’t let them cool and affect the taste."
"Don’t worry, shall I start letting people in now?"
Helena waved her hand, signaling her to hurry back, and quickly picked up a dumpling and stuffed it into her mouth, worried that something might happen preventing her from eating more.
Even though there might be extra dumplings during each batch later, it’s not certain.
What if there aren’t any?
She didn’t want to pin too much hope on the unknown, only what’s truly eaten belongs to oneself.
Dais was in a similar situation, waking up at five and starting to do makeup and dress up, and it was already seven with no breakfast.
Usually, she could eat at a little after six, her stomach adjusted to this biological clock, but now it’s over half an hour late and she’s been starving, her stomach growling and twisting.
She hurriedly took the food box, stuffed the remaining two dumplings into her mouth, and started chewing vigorously.
Feeling the crispy bottom mixing with the chewy dumpling skin texture, the umami juices spraying inside her mouth, mixed with the pure aroma of rapeseed oil, each bite was a taste bud exaggeration.
"Not enough, definitely not enough, this doesn’t satisfy at all!"
While chewing, she couldn’t help but glance at the nearby food cart with longing eyes.
If she had known there were only so few bites, she’d rather not have eaten, now eating only made her hungrier and more uncomfortable.
The scene of them splitting dumplings intensified the cravings of the surrounding diners.
"Even the servers are fighting to eat, indicating it must be really delicious, right?"
"I worked in a restaurant before, many long-time employees don’t like eating food from their own place, having it every day gets boring."
"I saw online that Chef Lin’s dishes here vary every meal, right?"
"Yeah, so they’re just like us, only finding out about the menu one or two hours earlier, they’d definitely want to eat."
"But shouldn’t they finish breakfast before the restaurant opens? It’s not like they’d work hungry."
"What’s wrong with being hungry? When I worked in a restaurant, I worked hungry, breakfast is unclear, mostly solved by oneself, and lunch has to wait until the dining rush is over, with only a half-hour break, taking turns."
"That’s how it is, restaurants generally have staggered breaks, ensuring staff presence anytime for potential customers."
"Isn’t this a self-service restaurant? Even if Chef Lin makes food cart business, servers don’t have to assist with prep, no need to get up early, missing breakfast is normal."
These diners were so bored waiting, their stomachs growling, they just started idly chatting.
Initially discussing food, realizing chat only made them hungrier, they gradually switched topics to nearby activities.
Including Radisson’s farm tours and sea fishing and diving excursions, plus the hotel’s large massage and bath services, all became hot topics.
There are practically no entertainment activities abroad, nights consist of drinking and clubbing, after eight the streets empty, nobody wants to risk their safety.
Even karaoke is only opening up after more Asians came, hardly any foreigners go.
Hence, for such nature-related, daytime activities, most foreigners have great interest.
A day of play and getting tired, they can soak their feet and get a massage, then return to the hotel, lie on the soft Simmons bed, eat some hand-picked fruits, that’s the meaning of travel!
Time ticked by.
The nearby canopy unknowingly filled with diners, each sat on inch-high small plastic stools, putting dumpling boxes on larger stools as tables, casually eating one mouthful after another.
No complaints from the guests about this open-air dining with such simple facilities, instead everyone found this experience novel.
After all, they were eating steamed and fried dumplings from a food cart, street food, no presentation involved, trying to create a high-end environment would feel awkward.
Street food fits the simple open-air vibe, with a warm sea breeze, they can even sunbathe or lounge on the beach to eat, unbelievably comfortable.
"Online reviews were right, don’t buy too much food at once for breakfast, don’t stuff yourself all at once, twenty is just right!"
The dumpling-packing young man was now lounging on the beach chair basking in the sun, a food box beside him on a white plastic table, and he was placing the last fried dumpling into his mouth.
Beside him, his girlfriend in a bikini under the umbrella’s shade sipped on an orange juice.
Hearing this piqued her curiosity, she glanced over and lowered her sunglasses.
"Why? Earlier, when I wanted to buy more, you refused, I don’t need to lose weight, fifteen isn’t enough."
"You’re maybe sixty-seventy percent full eating this much? These dumplings aren’t big at all, hardly satisfying."
The young man grinned, revealing a triumphant expression.
"Honey, what do you think of the dumpling’s taste?"
"Pretty good, no, should say very delicious, at least better than other food cart dumplings."
"What if I told you they’d start serving lunch at around ten o’clock?"
