Gourmet: From a Stall in Northern Europe Chapter 456 - 368: The Perfect Recipe—Whoever Eats It Regret

This thing didn’t feel like much when you hadn’t eaten it, but once you tasted it, you simply couldn’t stop.

In just two minutes, six plump oyster ats had been devoured, and even the garlic in the oyster shells was cleaned out thoroughly.

"Could we have another half dozen, please!"

The two of them raised their hands simultaneously, with expressions indicating they hadn’t had enough.

Angelica herself hadn’t expected such a result.

She, soone who could access oysters every day, was practically immune to them, not even feeling the urge to eat them usually.

She didn’t expect to encounter an oyster dish here today that she couldn’t stop eating—truly unbelievable!

Lin Chen secretly breathed a sigh of relief, quickly took the paper boxes from the two of them, dumped the empty oyster shells into the trash bin, and placed another six each inside.

"If you two are interested, you could add so of the red chili oil from the condint area over there."

"Chili oil?"

Receiving the oysters, Angelica followed his pointed finger, quickly finding the condint area in the corner.

The bright red chili oil looked mouthwatering.

This stuff must be very spicy, right?

She swallowed her almost overflowing saliva, but her inner curiosity gradually took the upper hand.

Since it was recomnded by the Head Chef, there surely must be a reason.

Being here and not trying it would surely leave regret tonight.

She knew her own character.

So, she turned to the young man beside her and said, "You try it first and tell if it’s spicy."

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The young driver’s smile froze, his index finger trembled as he pointed at himself.

"? Well, Boss, I can’t handle spicy..."

"Of course I know, which is why you should try it first. You don’t need to add much, just a few drops. If you think it’s spicy, I’ll also add just a few drops."

"Al...alright then."

Under pressure from his boss, the young man had no choice but to muster his courage, scooping half a spoon of the transparent red oil, and cautiously dripped it onto the garlic sauce.

As he was driping, his eyes were wide, staring intently at the surface of the spoon.

"One drop... two drops... three drops!"

As the third drop fell, he quickly tossed the spoon back into the condint jar, picked up the hot oyster at, blew on it a few tis, looked at Angelica again, and stuffed it into his mouth, bracing himself.

"Hiss... ha!"

"Very spicy?"

"No, no, it’s just hot, haven’t tasted it yet."

Exhaling another breath, the young man chuckled awkwardly, gradually speeding up his chewing.

By the ti the delicious oyster at was swallowed into his stomach, he hadn’t noticed any spiciness but found the flavor to be even richer.

Without needing to ask, seeing his puzzled expression, Angelica understood imdiately and scooped a full spoon of the red oil, pouring it over the surface of the garlic sauce.

This guy really couldn’t handle any spice, even when eating oysters earlier, he had to deliberately pick out the Thai Pepper slices from the garlic sauce.

He usually only ate smoked paprika or sweet pepper powder at most.

If he didn’t feel anything, it ant this stuff wasn’t spicy at all.

The garlic sauce with added red oil looked even more appetizing, the white oyster at soaking in the golden-red oil made her want nothing more than to swallow it all in one bite.

And that’s exactly what she did.

She leaned over to blow on it a few tis, then without using a spoon, directly pushed it into her mouth.

"Hmm?!"

This bite of oyster tasted completely different from before!

The seemingly spicy chili oil tasted only fragrant in the mouth, and if you savored it, there was a distinct green onion fragrance, perfectly blending with the garlic oil, elevating the fresh sweetness of the oyster at to a new peak.

The best part was that with all this oil mixed together, she didn’t feel greasy at all while chewing, and it even made her want to pick up the oyster shell and drink the soup.

While they were enjoying the delicacy, Raphael and Nagishiro Sho’s oysters were also starting to co out one after another.

Both of them chose to eat their own first.

Amidst the longing gazes of countless diners, the two picked up the large oyster shells placed on thick dry cloths, picked up a fresh oyster to fill the gap.

With chopsticks, they lifted the oyster at, letting the steam speed up evaporation, then blew on it a few tis without worrying about the heat, and directly scooped it into their mouths along with the garlic and soup.

"Whew... whew..."

Raphael exhaled a few breaths of hot air, tilting his head left and right, quickly stirring the oyster at in his mouth, and only then did he begin to feel the delicious flavor.

He nodded in satisfaction, licking the savory taste off the corners of his mouth, casting an eager glance at the grill covered with oysters.

"These things are like little snacks, you just can’t stop, no wonder they’re so popular, it makes sense."

"The taste is like an upgraded version of garlic butter, richer flavor, and it can activate diners’ taste buds more fully, while also better accentuating the natural freshness and sweetness of the ingredients without covering up the original taste."

"Such a perfect blend couldn’t have been thought up by this kid on the fly; this must be a ready-made recipe from Great Xia, surely having undergone countless experints and refinents to achieve this formula."

"If this garlic sauce could be used to pair with Western courses of various ats and seafood, even without altering any other flavor, it would provide diners with a whole new taste experience!"

"This is amazing, this is exactly what I’ve been looking for!"

"But this thing is a bit too easy, just using soone else’s ready-made stuff. If we encounter custors from Great Xia, they could probably tell with just one taste. It looks like I need to study more and see if I can co up with so combinations myself."

He forcefully suppressed his cravings, took a kraft paper box from the side, and began quickly packing oysters into it.

He finished one box and pushed it to the side table, then packed another, each box brimming with six palm-sized, plump oysters.

Elsa and Nicole, who had been waiting by the table, imdiately reached out and pulled the boxes in front of them, skillfully sprinkling a bunch of green scallions on each oyster.

Unless a custor specifically requested no scallions, scallions were the default.

"Ma’am, your oysters."

"And these few boxes, a total of five dozen."

"We’ve got five dozen ready here, um, ma’am, how are you going to carry them?"

Elsa and Dais looked at each other in bewildernt, finally realizing sothing.

This lady at breakfast had actually ordered a full ten dozen oysters?!

That’s a total of 120 oysters!

"What!!"

"She ordered the entire first batch??"

"Hey! Ma’am, isn’t this a bit much? Cleared out breakfast already and didn’t leave anything, and now you’re taking all the oysters too?"

The tourists queued up in second, third, and fourth places, and further back were not happy, voicing their complaints.

They thought this family had already eaten breakfast and would presumably have just a taste for lunch.

Who knew they were planning an all-out feast right from the start!

Marian remained unruffled, calmly turned around and waved to the side.

George and Richard, who had been waiting not far away, quickly pushed the stroller over.

"1, 2, 3... 7, our family has seven people. Two adults eat two dozen each, the young man eats one dozen, and the kids share one dozen, with the rest left for dinner. Is that not reasonable?"

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Seeing the large size of this family, the custors behind opened their mouths, unable to think of an appropriate coback.

There were no rules against taking takeout, but most of the tourists here were carrying suitcases and couldn’t really pack takeout to bring back.

Plus, many people also wanted to try so activities at sea, making it even more impractical to take grilled oysters out on a boat.

On the other hand, the guests who would be staying at the hotel tonight had their eyes light up, secretly calculating how much to order to take back to the hotel for dinner later.

After a brief explanation, Marian lost interest in paying attention to these irrelevant people and reached out to take the dining cart from the hands of the beautiful waitress and handed it to George, who then handed it to Richard.

"Dear, feed your younger siblings first, be careful it’s hot."

"Don’t worry, Daddy, I know."

Richard nodded, supporting the dining cart with both hands, inhaling the irresistible aroma and subconsciously swallowing.

Marian also knew that if she didn’t settle the little ones first, there was no way she could enjoy her al in peace. Along with George, they each took a box of oysters, then said to Dais.

"Give the rest to the guests behind us first. We’ll take care of the kids and co back for more later, okay?"

"Uh... as long as the guests behind don’t mind..."

"No problem!"

"I need two dozen, while they’re still hot, quick, I’m starving!!"

The remaining seven dozen grilled oysters were quickly devoured by the guests, each person having cash or a bank card ready, eager to stuff them into the waitresses’ pockets and rush for the oysters.

There wasn’t even a need for them to serve anything, just settle the bill.

The mont paynt was done, people rushed to the tables to grab oysters, fearing they’d be all gone if they were late.

"Oh!! My god, this sll is incredible!"

"Slurp..."

"Delicious, really delicious!"

"No wonder there are so many comnts online about these grilled oysters, they really are that good!"

"Oh no, I feel like half a dozen isn’t enough, is it too late to get another dozen?"

"Sorry to bother you, buddy can I..."

"No, I don’t even have enough for myself!"

The first batch of tourists who bought the grilled oysters devoured the hot tender oyster at within minutes, licking the garlic particles left in the shells, their eyes fixed on the neatly arranged oysters on the grill.

Before tasting this delicacy, everyone thought for sure that a half dozen or a dozen would be enough.

Oysters, after all, taste like what they taste like.

Yet, these were size zero Gillardeau, much atier than the usual size twos or threes, with one dozen equivalent to two.

But once they actually ate them, regardless of whether they’d bought half a dozen or a dozen, everyone’s faces clearly expressed regret.

The diners further back, who hadn’t yet had a turn, were feeling glum about it, and after seeing this scene, they began to murmur internally.

"Is it really that exaggerated? Are they really that good?"

"Should I buy a little extra at once?"