Free Web NovelChapter 555: Chapter 467: How About Getting a Foreign Girlfriend to Bring Glory to the Nation!
Not only the chefs but even the beautiful waitresses ready to serve were all looking over here in surprise, whispering to each other.
To ensure quick service, at least one waitress must be stationed beside each stove, with two neighboring pots forming a team, and the two waitresses helping each other.
Seeing the head chef cook up close, these newcomers were both nervous and excited, eager to see what makes the head chef’s cooking different from everyone else’s.
Even those beside Zhao Shun and Old Chen couldn’t resist coming over to watch, wanting to see firsthand if Lin Chen could actually lift such a heavy pot.
Not to mention the giant pot, but even the small iron pots in front of the chefs were difficult for them to lift.
It’s completely unimaginable how the chef, with a seemingly thin physique, could unleash such astonishing strength.
The firewood stove had strong firepower, and the egg liquid quickly solidified after being poured in.
Lin Chen calmly adjusted the switch with his knee to lower the firepower, slightly bent over, flipped the bean curd skin, quickly poured in flattened sticky rice, and then sprinkled a generous amount of diced three delicacies and sauce.
Finally, it was the most thrilling moment!
The beautiful waitresses nervously clenched their fists, held their breath, fearing that any noise might cause the chef to fail at flipping the pot.
Old Chen and Zhao Shun, although having witnessed Lin Chen’s skills before, were undoubtedly nervous at this critical moment.
They didn’t rush to start cooking, merely heated the pot, waiting for Lin Chen’s successful flip before beginning their own cooking.
Several meters away, the nine chefs simultaneously paused their work, directing their attention over here.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Lin Chen appeared calm, grasped the pot handle with both hands, lifted the iron pot from the concave spot to the edge, and then began to skillfully shake it left and right.
The stove was shaped like a short volcano, with a round hole in the center to allow flames to rise, and the fire control switch’s iron plates installed at the bottom of the mountain, a certain distance from the top.
The iron pot was placed on the edge of the mountain top, requiring little effort, just utilizing the concave spots on both sides to easily shake it.
After several shakes, Lin Chen drizzled a ring of pork oil around the pot to reduce friction and slightly lower the temperature, also adding a rich meaty aroma to the three delicacy bean curd skin.
He grasped the pot handle again with both hands.
This time, he directly lifted the iron pot, the bottom hanging a few centimeters off the ground, preventing excessive strain on the lower back and not requiring much arm strength.
After oiling the pot, the three delicacy bean curd skin shook more effortlessly, as if needing no strength at all.
Everyone was puzzled why he hadn’t started flipping the pot yet.
Lin Chen shook and suddenly swung forward.
A golden shine flew up into the air, visibly rotating 180 degrees slowly, and finally settled steadily into the pot, emitting a muffled sound.
"Pa"
Lin Chen’s face still bore a calm expression, neither blushing nor panting, as though he had just performed a completely normal action.
He reached out, grabbed a handful of green spring onions to sprinkle on top, and began portioning the dish.
"????"
"What just happened!?"
"I didn’t even take a good look, and it’s already done?"
"No way, this is too exaggerated, how could the chef flip such a heavy pot so easily?"
"I knew everyone from Great Xia knows martial arts! Otherwise, how would you explain this situation!"
Lin Chen’s overly casual actions immediately caused an uproar at the scene, as all the foreign staff exhibited faces as if seeing a ghost, unable to believe their eyes.
After finishing this pot, Lin Chen didn’t pause for a moment, immediately turning to the next stove, fitting the iron pot on the table into the volcano hole to heat it, while glancing back at the two dazed individuals.
Zhao Shun and Old Chen snapped back to attention, quickly taking a large spoonful of rice batter and pouring it into the pot.
Not just them, the waitresses also hurried back to their positions, unpacking boxes onto the table, readying them for packing at any moment.
As several large pots started working simultaneously, the air was filled with meaty aroma, rice fragrance, and egg scent.
Notified by Lin Chen, Dais quickly clapped her hands, signaling the two waitresses to begin calling numbers, herself holding a register to check the guests’ check-in information.
Rice, as a food, has broken into western territories in recent years, becoming one of the most commonly consumed staples in foreigners’ daily diets.
Whether it’s sushi, fried rice, or Middle Eastern grab-and-eat rice curry dishes, rice is indispensable.
Upon hearing the waitresses explain that the variety and texture of rice in the lunch being sold is completely different from the regular rice they eat, the diners’ curiosity was instantly piqued.
Isn’t rice just that taste, merely distinguishing between more or less water, harder or softer, how else could it change?
This thought made them impatient to taste the new rice immediately.
Dreya and Anna, after receiving their number plates, walked familiarly toward the food cart, showed their number plates to Elsa, ordered and paid, and then a waitress would pack their ordered food and deliver it.
Many new diners behind them initially were unclear about the procedure, seeing their actions, immediately followed suit by holding up their number plates and showing them to the waitresses.
"Please give me two portions of pork and two portions of beef, thank you!"
"Which flavor is better? Is the pork very greasy?"
"If I want to buy a few more portions to pack, how should I heat them up when I get back? Is a microwave okay? Will it affect the taste?"
"I want four servings of pork, extra spicy!"
"Excuse me, beautiful miss, could you help me out? I can’t eat pork, or lard, or any pork-related products, so I’d like the beef flavor. It shouldn’t contain any pork elements, right?"
"Uh... alright, let me check for you!"
The waitress with brown hair diligently noted the diner’s request, then quickly ran over to Lin Chen.
"Chef!"
"There’s a diner over there who seems to have dietary restrictions and said they can’t eat anything containing pork elements. They asked if our beef flavor contains any pork components."
Lin Chen had anticipated this; it was a common occurrence here, almost happening daily. He nodded immediately.
"It does, but it will take a bit of time. We’ll need to make a separate batch. What’s your name?"
"My name is Julia!"
"Alright, Julia, please go and see how many of the guests with number tags have the same request. We can serve them first. One batch yields thirty-six pieces, and any extras will go to the guests in front, according to their numbers."
"No problem!"
Lin Chen watched Julia’s departing figure, her brown hair flowing in the air, revealing her fair neck.
He squinted, feeling that the waitress’s appearance and tone seemed familiar, but he couldn’t quite place it.
"Boss!"
Just after completing a batch, Zhao Shun sneakily approached and chuckled, "That beauty just now is quite attractive. She’s got the allure and looks a bit like she’s from the Warrior Race."
"What the...?"
Lin Chen slapped his forehead, "What, feeling smitten?"
With Zhao Shun’s reminder, he realized this beauty named Julia likely did have Warrior Race blood in her.
Her unique accent and looks were unmistakable, just like how a northeastern person could be identified instantly in a crowd.
"So what?"
Zhao Shun had a completely justified expression.
"I’m only 22 and have never even held a girl’s hand. There are so many beauties here; it’d be strange not to feel a little excited!"
"That’s true," Lin Chen nodded, "Then you’d better hurry up and learn English. How are you going to flirt if you can’t communicate?"
"I could have them learn Chinese!"
"...You’re incredible."
Lin Chen gave a thumbs up, pointing to the iron pot in front, "Get back to work. Once you’re done, do whatever you want, as long as it doesn’t affect your job."
"Tch, I wouldn’t go for it. Taking the initiative is too degrading!"
"Degrading, my foot. That’s called bringing glory to the nation!"
"No, boss, how is everything that comes out of your mouth about bringing glory to the nation?"
"Just tell me if it isn’t."
"...I have no rebuttal."
Zhao Shun scratched his head, silently returning to the stove. He glanced at Julia’s sexy figure in the distance, then at the two beauties on the left, busy packing up three fresh bean curd skins from the pot.
Suddenly, he felt that Lin Chen wasn’t wrong.
Introducing scarce, quality resources from abroad really was bringing glory to the nation!
The problem was, there were too many beauties here; he found all of them appealing and couldn’t make a choice.
Blonde, brown, beige, black—there were beauties with every hair color, all with fair skin, beautiful appearances, and curvaceous figures.
But not all of them were over-the-top. There were different types like cute, mature, sexy, etc.
His gaze swept across several beauties before landing on two tall handsome guys helping with checkout, which made him frown.
"These two... are a bit of a nuisance, aren’t they?"
"I don’t know if they have girlfriends. If they don’t, they could become strong competition for me."
"Why not just hire all beauties, what’s with hiring handsome guys, tch!"
Muttering a few words to himself, Zhao Shun spread his hands to feel the temperature of the pot. Seeing it was just right, he poured a circle of oil on it and ladled a scoop of rice batter, swirling it around the edge of the pot to form a round thin pancake.
As he started spreading the batter, Lucas stepped from Lin Chen’s side with a camera, filming the iron pot for a few seconds before lowering it.
Looking around, Lucas took a few steps forward to stand beside Zhao Shun.
Zhao Shun looked up at the Westerner’s head nearby, confused, "What?"
Lucas chuckled, "Wanna flirt? I can help you!"
