Gourmet: From a Stall in Northern Europe Chapter 85 85: After a Midnight Snack, Morning Jog Required

Richard, devastated, took a bite of the succulent and tender beef brisket, and suddenly found that his tears had stopped, his eyes no longer red, and was staring intently at the skewer in front of him with unbelievable eyes.

"Why... why does this beef taste so fragrant and tender? Mom, why have you never bought this cut of beef before?"

Marian's face darkened.

Are you blaming now, kid?

"Marian! Your potato chips are ready!"

She snatched the skewer from her son's hand, pouting, "Go on, darling, you need to help out, rember our agreent."

Richard licked the cumin particles from his lips, looked at the skewer anxiously, and hurried over to the food truck, worried it wouldn't taste as good cold.

Just as he took a step, he saw two tall figures by the window and froze.

"De... demons are there! Help!!"

Marian ignored her son's pleading gaze, shrugged, and bit into a piece of brisket, chewing.

"Mmm, delicious~"

Lunard was allowed onto the food truck by Lin Chen, observing the grilling process, occasionally answering a few questions.

He arrived late, accumulating quite a number of orders, so he hadn't eaten yet.

Watching the diners outside amazed by the Great Xia barbecue, he felt he was about to go crazy with craving.

"Hey boss! I finished the order and tidied up the truck. Can I clock out now?"

Neo shouted from a few ters away.

Lunard waved his hand, "Yeah, go rest, kid. Tomorrow at the usual ti, don't be late."

Thought he'd leave, but watched him walk to the end of the line, looking expectantly.

"...…"

Forget it, too lazy to say anything!

"Hey Lin, you haven't tasted the taco barbecue I promised you. When will you try my skills? I feel bad just learning yours."

"Uh."

He wouldn't rember unless ntioned, helplessly shaking his head, "You see, I'm busy! Maybe give my portion to Lucas, that kid loves freebies."

It reminded him of sothing.

"By the way, aren't tacos a xican food?"

"Yeah, they're xican."

Lunard nodded without hesitation, "I never said tacos are Brasilian, the ones I sell are Brasilian barbecue tacos, pizzas have various national flavors too~"

"True."

Thinking it over, he indeed never said tacos were Brasilian, he never looked closely at the nu, a misunderstanding, not every country adopts like the Kimchi People.

Tacos, to put it bluntly, are unrolled at wraps, with grilled thin flatbread or corn tortillas outside, at, vegetables, and sauces inside, sotis fruit.

Not hard to make, and the stuffing can be changed to fit different cuisines, diverse varieties.

Like fried rice, Thai curry fried rice Malay fried rice, each with their own style.

As long as not monopolized, everyone's friends.

Speaking of which, Lunard instantly thought of that Kimchi food truck.

"Probably without an incident, that old woman can start setting up tomorrow or the day after."

"Set up all she wants, doesn't bother as long as she doesn't ss with ."

"Haha, her stuff lacks any specialty, mostly store-bought semi-finished products, often mimicking other nus, and removing them days later, after getting fined heavily, maybe she'll behave now?"

"Konbanwa, boss hello."

As they chatted, a clumsy Chinese voice ca from the window, instantly knew who it was.

They simultaneously looked over, sure enough, it was the girl from the neighboring Sakura Food Truck.

The woman smiled, nodded to the two, pointing at the grill with her finger, "Please give two portions of each food, less chili, thank you."

Lunard nodded back as a response, lowering his voice, "These Sakura People seem to wear a mask, always fake smiling, who knows what they're really thinking, yet their attitude is annoyingly good, doesn't it tire them?"

"That's how they are, congratulations, you can clearly differentiate between the three Asian countries now."

Lin Chen also smiled and nodded to the woman, pointing at Lucas, "For ice jelly and milk tea, order over there, paynts too, skewers will take about ten minutes, two batches ahead."

"Alright, no hurry, we're prepping to close too, call when ready, I'm Hanama Ai."

"Okay, Ai-san."

The woman gave a surprised glance, smiled and nodded again before heading over to Lucas to check out.

"Lin, didn't know you speak Japanese?"

"Understand? Hardly. Watching a lot of ani, anyone would know so words, they can say 'hello', similar level."

"Haha, I only rember 'da' and 'iku', can't recall the rest."

"?"

Lin Chen looked at him strangely, "Old Lunard, how old are you this year?"

"? 42, why?"

"At 42, less of this inappropriate stuff, get a real girlfriend."

Lunard chuckled, scratching his head, "No ti, you know that, would rather have drinks at a strip club after work, how about you? So young and skilled, why not find a girlfriend?"

Lin Chen rolled his eyes, stopping the nonsense, focusing on grilling.

"I'm busier than you!"

Right hand shook spices evenly, left hand flipped quickly, then knocked on the window.

"Dreya and Anna, your lotus root mushroom green beans are ready!"

The two were waiting by the window, the potato chips consud completely, skewers had been licked, faint red marks at the corner of their mouths.

"Thanks, Lin, your cooking's amazing, never had such delicious grilled potatoes!"

Excitedly they each took their three veggie skewers, about to leave when Lin Chen handed them two more skewers with at.

"Wait! Don't forget your added at skewers! Everything's here, adding more takes about twenty minutes."

"No more, no more, eating too much makes us fat, we have so professional discipline."

"Do you?"

Dreya looked at Anna quietly, "So running tomorrow morning?"

"...…Let's eat the skewers first, cold ones don't taste good!"

"You don't."

"Shut up!"

Anna blushingly regretted, she deeply hated cardio, especially running.

But eating so much at night without burning it off, guilt would creep in.

Dreya can run, why can't she?

"What ti in the morning?"

"Model walking practice in the morning, can't be late, around seven thirty? Run then shower, should work."

"Se…seven thirty?? You might as well kill !!"