Gourmet: From a Stall in Northern Europe Chapter 133 116: Breakfast in the Rain—Pork and Shrimp Potst

In just a few minutes, Lin Chen had already sketched out a simple blueprint in his mind.

To avoid affecting the restaurant's reputation and to minimize guests thinking 'the chef of this restaurant is actually soone who runs a street food truck,' the promotional approach is particularly important.

He must first establish the restaurant's reputation before revealing his food truck identity to achieve a win-win effect.

The restaurant's opening for reservations is still five days away, and the best way to reveal his identity is definitely through the hotel's channels.

"Got it!"

He quickly ran back to the hotel, heading straight for the reception desk, and imdiately spotted the tanned, sexy receptionist who had sneaked out for a lazy afternoon.

The woman's features were very noticeable; besides her healthy tanned skin, she had dium-length black, shiny hair in distinct wave curls, not the usual round bob but more like the waveform of a heartbeat.

A few strands of curly hair naturally fell before her forehead, highlighting her charming and sexy vibe near her jawline.

"Oh hey! Good evening, chef, back so late?"

Upon seeing him, Elise's eyes lit up, and she enthusiastically stood up to greet him.

"Good evening, Elise. I'm thinking about hosting a breakfast event as the restaurant's chef, showcasing so Great Xia cuisine, fried dumplings. Do you think it's better to promote this in the lobby, or should you call the guests to inform them?"

"What? Wait a minute, chef, I didn't quite catch that."

Elise's mind went blank, and she indicated for him to pause while holding her forehead.

"You're saying you want to reveal your identity as the chef? That's kind of a risky move."

Hearing her say this, Lin Chen imdiately realized that she was definitely on the sa page as him; indeed, the responsiveness of a high-end hotel's receptionist was impressive.

Perhaps she had it figured out since she snuck out in the afternoon for a al.

"Yes, exactly, which is why I want to use the hotel's channels to notify people, not promote it at my food truck."

Elise blinked, as if she had thought of sothing, a flash of realization in her eyes, and she gave him a thumbs-up.

"Ah, I see. I understand now."

She checked the current ti and after a brief thought, said: "Here's the thing, chef, it's too late now, almost midnight, and most guests are probably asleep. Calling them now wouldn't be convenient."

"I can help by making a simple poster, print it out and set it here for promotion when any guest passes by. By the way, what ti will breakfast be served?"

"What ti do tourists usually wake up around here in the morning?"

"Around nine or ten, maybe? After all, they're here for vacation and might stay up late or sleep in if they're tired. Hardly anyone moves around at seven or eight unless they're checking out or exercising."

"I see..."

Lin Chen rubbed his chin, calculating in his mind, "Then it should be around six or seven in the morning."

"Uh... alright chef. Coincidentally, I'm on shift, covering both day and night, and I'll get off at eight in the morning. I'll definitely co to support you! Don't worry, I'll also inform my colleagues to help spread the word."

"Thank you for that, and good night."

"Good night~"

Back in his room, after showering, he noticed a few ssages popping up on his phone screen.

They were notifications of Lucas updating works across major social dia platforms.

Looks like while he was busy working, that kid wasn't slacking off either. He picked up the phone to like them one by one, scanned through the sparse and unremarkable comnts, and turned off the lights to sleep.

In the middle of the night, half-asleep, he seed to hear the sound of thunder outside the window.

His sleep quality was usually excellent, so any thunder loud enough for him to hear must have been quite intense.

As he continued to sleep, at a certain mont, he slowly opened his eyes.

He instinctively reached for his phone.

Checking the ti, it was exactly 5:30 a.m.

That damned biological clock!

Years of working had trained him to wake up more punctually than an alarm clock during workdays. Each ti he'd wake up and preemptively turn off the alarm to avoid getting annoyed.

If he didn't set it, he was afraid he'd oversleep.

If he set it, it was always just ornantation.

"Sigh..."

With a sigh, he bounced off the soft bed, pulled open the curtains, and looked outside.

Normally, it would still be sowhat dark at this hour, but being sumr and by the seaside, the horizon already had a hint of light, with white waves clearly visible.

The sky outside was very gloomy, with a light drizzle falling, turning the usually tranquil and clear ocean into sothing incredibly deep and mysterious, rendering the entire atmosphere quite oppressive.

Looking at the weather forecast, it seed there was a thunderstorm last night, but luckily, it would only be light rain during the day.

Living on a relatively high floor, he could take in the entire view of the beach in a single glance.

Undoubtedly, in this weather and at this ti, no fool would be wandering idly on the beach.

He considered whether to set up his stall right at the restaurant's entrance today.

It would be closer, more convenient for promotion, and comparatively cleaner.

After a brief wash, he called Lucas to get up and drove back to the seafood market.

The seafood market was particularly deserted today, without a soul in sight, and many stalls hadn't even opened for business.

As the largest supplier, Magna was still there, though he was lying in a deck chair sleeping, with a book covering his face.

"Wake up, boss, you've got a custor!"

"I wasn't sleeping!!"

Magna jolted awake like he had been electrocuted, sat up groggily looking in his direction, with a smile already spreading across his face.