Gourmet: From a Stall in Northern Europe Chapter 259 179: Intangible Showdown, Sakura Chef Astounded

Thinking back to the desolate scene when his restaurant first opened, he couldn't help feeling a bit sentintal.

Capital really is important; with the right pre-opening promotion, you get such a bustling result after opening.

He was just a chef deeply rooted in the restaurant industry. Although he wasn't completely clueless about business, he definitely wasn't as thorough as the professionals.

Previously, when visiting Michelin restaurants, they relied purely on craftsmanship, ambiance, and service to win over custors, without such overwhelming crowds.

This ti in Dieppe, before even having a al, he felt like he had already gotten a lesson.

"Should I set up a dedicated promotion team when I get back?"

He felt this was very necessary, especially when opening a store in a small city; the custor flow was limited, so more targets should focus on tourists.

If you want outsiders to know there's a place with great food here, then you can only rely on extensive promotion.

As a descendant of a traditional Sakura craftsman, he was instilled from a young age with the idea of focusing on cooking, that good wine needs no bush, and if the food tastes good, custors will naturally be drawn in.

However, since going abroad to open a restaurant, after years of settling, he began to realize this theory only applied to his hotown. The foreigners here were stubborn as hell; most wouldn't try new foods if they weren't familiar with them.

Based on this scenario, he gradually shifted the restaurant's nu from traditional Japanese cuisine to Western cuisine with Japanese influences, subtly influencing custors' tastes.

Now seeing Radisson's restaurant, he realized that not only were the foreigners stubborn, but he and his family were as well.

It was about ti, and there wasn't much else to see, so he turned and left without hesitation.

Mystery is sothing best revealed in person when the ti cos.

During his rare vacation trip, he wasn't idle. He spent entire days wandering between big restaurants and small eateries, experiencing seaside culinary culture, never forgetting to take photos, and jotting down any inspiration in his little notebook.

By the ti he returned to the hotel, it was already ten in the evening.

The seaside road was lit with warm yellow lights, the tides gently lapped against the shore in the darkness, and many silhouettes were playing on the beach, enjoying the evening sea breeze.

Influenced by the atmosphere, he too took a stroll along the shore, savoring the rare peace and leisure.

"Huh?"

While passing by the restaurant on his way back to the hotel, he imdiately spotted the big red food truck parked at the restaurant entrance.

Co to think of it, he seed to have seen it in the morning as well.

Red.

Could it be the sa food truck Ai had bought food from earlier?

The Great Xia chef actually brought the food truck here; could he possibly be running a stall as well?

Even for him, participating in all three daily als would leave him dizzy with exhaustion by night, not to ntion preparing ingredients for the next day, leaving no energy for side jobs, especially one as laborious as street vending alone.

Among chefs, how did this person have so much energy?

Unconvinced, he asked the front desk and, indeed, that was the case.

Not only did the chef vend in his free ti, but he did it daily, serving an average of two to three hundred people per session, with the highest reaching over six hundred.

The staggering numbers left him speechless, and his curiosity about this mysterious chef grew ever stronger.

He started learning cooking from his family at five or six, officially taking charge at fifteen, beca a capable master at twenty-three, and at twenty-seven, he crossed the ocean to establish his family's restaurant business abroad, now in its fifth year.

Despite nearly thirty years of polishing his skills, he couldn't claim to have such an absurd level of energy and vitality.

Unless that guy used to be a soldier or an athlete.

Only these two professions could possess physical stamina far beyond ordinary people.

Without overthinking, he bid the front desk girl good night and went straight back to his room to wash up and rest, preparing to sleep early, planning to queue at the restaurant in the morning.

With that level of popularity, even arriving half an hour early might not be enough.

Those in the first wave to enter the restaurant could enjoy their al leisurely; this was the basic level of foresight and judgnt he believed he possessed.

Six in the morning.

Without needing an alarm clock, Nagishiro Sho opened his eyes punctually, swiftly got up to wash, and emptied his stock to fully prepare for the upcoming challenge.

On the other side, Lin Chen, who had received the ssage from President Wang yesterday, was in the kitchen as usual preparing ingredients.

Busy hands kept working automatically, his eyes gazed blankly at the table, pondering what to make for dinner to amaze everyone.

He didn't expect the head chef behind the sushi food truck to proactively approach him for a culinary exchange. Did this an his culinary skills had reached the entry-level Michelin one-star standard?

As a Great Xia person, he wasn't personally impressed by the Michelin title, but it was a supre honor for restaurants in Western society.

If he wanted to succeed here, he had to aim for that, and even when returning to the dostic restaurant industry, having Michelin experience was a valuable asset.

"What did that Sakura Girl buy again... can't quite rember, Lucas!"

"Huh?"

Lucas, also busy in the kitchen, appeared to have mastered the essence of kitchen work as he daydread while working.

"What, that little Japanese chef is looking for you?"