Chapter 452: Chapter 364: Nostalgic Classics—I’ll Take Everything That’s Left!
"Hiss...!!"
A wave of spicy heat rushed straight to Marian’s forehead, instantly invigorating her spirit.
From the same sauce jar, why is there such a big difference in spiciness between the chili oil and the chili itself?
This food truck is noticeably different from others. There’s no ketchup, no mustard, and no pickled jalapeños. There are only different colored seasoning powder bottles, and this jar of chili oil.
She curiously bent down, examining the words on the seasoning powder bottles one by one.
"Spicy, numbing spicy, plum, tomato, black pepper, white pepper, cheese, seaweed?"
Aside from black and white pepper and chili powder, the rest of the flavors were ones she had never heard of before.
She’s eaten ketchup since childhood, but tomato powder... what is that?
Cheese powder, could it be parmesan cheese powder?
What is numbing spicy?
And plum and seaweed, surprisingly, all in powder form!
She glanced at the remaining piece of a Chinese burger in her hand, hesitated for a moment, but resisted the impulse.
The burger with added chili oil was already perfect; recklessly adding unfamiliar seasonings might ruin its deliciousness.
Anyway, there were noodles later, which are more suitable for adding seasoning powders.
With a few bites, she stuffed the remaining Chinese burger into her mouth, chewing while her eyes kept darting across the nearby diners, focusing on their food boxes.
The driver, who had been waiting in the car for a long time, anxiously stared at his phone, occasionally peering outside.
"Strange, why hasn’t the boss returned yet? There’s no word from him. Should I go out and check?"
"No, you can’t park arbitrarily here, it might affect the traffic behind us."
"Besides, we still need to unload later; parking too far isn’t convenient. Ah, it’s so troublesome..."
As he sighed, the window beside him was suddenly knocked.
"Knock, knock, knock"
"?!"
The man was startled. After seeing the face outside the window, he hurriedly rolled down the window.
"Boss? How did you get out from this side!"
"I got some food. It’s not convenient to cut in line, so I had to come around from the other side."
Marian held up the box in her hand and handed it over, "Try it. This was made by Michelin chef-level cooks; no wonder business is booming here, there are three head chefs inside the truck."
"Huh? Three head chefs? Isn’t there supposed to be only one chef from Great Xia at Redison Restaurant?"
"The other two are here for exchange, learning on the spot, which is quite normal. Hurry up and eat, I can’t hold it any longer!!"
"Oh, oh, my apologies."
The driver took a box from outside the window. It was full of noodles, surprisingly of three different colors and shapes.
There was also something that looked like a shredded pork sandwich on the box, but only half of it.
"What are these?"
"Don’t ask, it’s food from Great Xia. Just eat, I can’t explain it well, but the flavors are quite good. I’ve tasted them already, and this is the remaining half."
Marian waved her hand, and the young man just then noticed that the boss lady was holding another box packed with various fruits. Underneath, a faint glimpse of transparent jelly could be seen.
Even desserts?
He’d never seen a food truck with such a complete variety before.
Generally, a food truck would only sell one kind of food: a hot dog truck sells hot dogs, a fried rice or noodle truck sells fried rice or noodles, and an ice cream truck sells ice cream.
But now, he was faced with three distinctly different kinds of food.
Plus, with the oysters packed in his own car, that makes four kinds!
A Michelin chef’s food truck surely has to be a bit different.
He casually picked up the still-warm sandwich on the box and took a bite. Although it was a bit cold, the crust remained crispy, and the middle part had been completely soaked in meat juice, becoming soft and soggy.
Fortunately, its seasoning was quite good—a taste he’d never encountered before. He couldn’t help but think it would surely taste better when freshly cooked, wouldn’t it?
He wasn’t one to be picky, so two bites were enough to gobble it up. Eagerly, he opened the box to try the noodles inside and see what kind of flavor they held.
The noodles, of three different colors, each had their distinct texture.
The rich fragrance of peanut sauce, the unique compound aroma of sesame sauce mixed with chili oil, and the special meat sauce mainly featuring tomato flavor.
Thin noodles, alkaline noodles, wide noodles, every kind of noodles tasted entirely different but paired perfectly with the sauce.
To point out flaws, the same problem was they had been kept for a bit too long, causing the noodles to clump, especially the peanut sauce variety, almost forming a mass.
Glancing cautiously at the boss enjoying her dessert gleefully, the young man silently cleaned out the box’s contents without daring to complain.
As a deliveryman, he often had to settle for lunch on the streets, primarily due to difficulty finding parking for the truck, leaving him no choice but to buy something from the roadside and eat it there.
He was quite familiar with the fried noodles and rice typical in Asia and knew such foods should be eaten fresh, as leftover ones would lose flavor.
After cleaning out the food box, he quietly eyed the crowded gathering not far away, a look of envy in his eyes.
If it weren’t for work, he’d love to join the queue to buy some freshly cooked food to taste—it must be very good!
Otherwise, who’d willingly eat leftovers!
"Never mind, never mind. Trying noodles is enough; once the cargo is unloaded, I can at least buy a dozen grilled oysters to eat, right?"
He was well aware of the boss’s purpose in coming over personally this time—at least he had the opportunity to swipe a purchase priority, didn’t he?
Not as if he wasn’t paying, after all~
"Xiao Zhao, how many buns can we still make?"
"Around sixty or so?"
"What about biangbiang noodles?"
"Seventy to eighty bowls, but there’s still plenty of flat noodles. However, the peanut sauce is running out, and there’s not much alkaline noodles left, only enough for a little over forty servings."
After operating for several hours, almost all the material stock was nearly exhausted. Lin Chen even took some time to stir-fry several batches of biangbiang noodle ingredients and meat sauce along the way.
To avoid disappointing the guests, today’s breakfast stock wasn’t prepared in large quantities, but it was still thirty percent more than usual.
Even so, it still seems to be not enough to sell.
After another ten minutes, just after seeing off a few diners, two familiar faces suddenly appeared in front of the food truck window.
"Marian! George!"
His eyes lit up: "I knew something was missing, turns out it’s you two!"
"That’s right, just like this. When I first started out, I was selling meat buns, biangbiang noodles, and ice jelly. You guys were one of my biggest customers, haha."
Marian and George laughed too, while Richard was next to them, minding their younger siblings, guarding two baby strollers by himself.
Perhaps because they saw the familiar red food truck, the originally noisy siblings were surprisingly quiet, watching eagerly, their little faces full of yearning.
"Lucky for us this time, we didn’t expect you, Lin, to launch a return event, especially on a Sunday."
"We were planning to come early, but then we thought about it; it was rare to catch a return event, and just tasting on-site wasn’t satisfying enough."
"Buying too much would affect your business, making other guests wait too long, so we decided to come a bit later, choosing the time when you are about to sell out."
"?"
Lin Chen’s smile stiffened, and a bold idea vaguely popped out in his mind.
"Masaka?"
Marian tipped her toes to peek inside the food truck and chuckled: "How many meat buns are left?"
"..."
It was indeed like this!
Lin Chen covered his face and turned his head to ask Zhao Shun with his eyes.
The latter quickly scanned the materials at hand and raised three fingers.
"Thirty?"
"Almost, I haven’t counted the exact number yet."
"I’ll take them all, seven to eat now, and the rest should be packed separately."
"All of them??"
Hearing this huge order, Chen Dongliang was also bewildered, blinking incredulously.
"Thirty-something meat buns, can you finish them?"
"They want to pack them to take away. Just make seven; for the rest, pack them separately. Chop the meat stuffing and put it in a box with some broth, not in the buns."
"Is this even possible? I’ve never heard of packing meat buns to assemble them oneself before."
Old Chen glanced at Zhao Shun in confusion. The kid simply spread his hands, indicating he had never seen it either.
"How about the noodles? How many servings?"
"All of them!"
"...All three types?"
"Yes, that’s right, just make three servings of each to try and satisfy our cravings. We also want to save some belly room for roasted oysters."
Such bold customers, Nagishiro Sho and Raphael also witnessed it for the first time, their eyes full of wonder.
"How to pack the noodles, pack them raw? Or cook and cool before packing?"
"Pack them raw, cooked ones spoil easily. Let them cook it themselves at home; they are old customers who followed from Amiens and know how to handle it."
Lin Chen waved his hand helplessly and nodded toward Dais, who immediately raised a loudspeaker to shout to the diners behind.
"We apologize, ladies and gentlemen in the back, our breakfast is sold out. We’ll prepare for lunch sale next; interested guests please wait patiently for a few minutes."
"Huh??"
The guests queued behind Marian and George were bewildered.
Not long ago, they clearly heard someone in the food truck shout that dozens of servings were still available, so how come they are suddenly gone?
"Miss, what’s being sold for lunch?"
"Garlic roasted oysters, just like the ones shown on TV."
"Can we continue to line up? We’ve already waited over half an hour, just a bit more won’t matter."
"Certainly, sir. How many oysters would you like? Single piece for 10 euros, half a dozen for 50, a dozen for 90."
"So expensive??"
Many diners close enough were bewildered hearing that a single piece actually costs 10 euros.
But they calmed down a bit afterward as people rarely order oysters one by one; they usually order half a dozen or a dozen.
In terms of price, a dozen is definitely the best deal.
"Yes, sir, all our oysters are size zero Gillardeau, specially supplied by the Girado Company. Look over there."
Dais raised her arm to point at a truck that had been parked for half an hour, about ten meters away.
On the upper right corner of the truck’s compartment, the emblem of a large golden ’G’ letter was emblazoned brightly.
