Gourmet: From a Stall in Northern Europe-Chapter 247 - 173: It’s Quite Reasonable for Me to Buy Some to Ensure Food Safety, Right?

"Isn't it obvious?"

Meng Qi pointed at the serving cart: "The second page of the security protocol clearly states that we must ensure the quality and safety of all food within the hotel premises. I have to buy it and taste it to know if there's a problem, right?"

"..."

Medron scratched his head, feeling momentarily unable to wrap his mind around it.

You're a logistics and security guy, going to assess the quality issues of the Head Chef's food?

Are you crazy!

But if you insist, his actions aren't exactly wrong either. There's no evidence that the food made by the Head Chef is absolutely safe.

Still... why does it feel somewhat strange?

The three of them packed quickly together, especially being trained in teamwork in the kitchen.

Lin Chen was responsible for sorting seafood, Elsa for putting on lids and categorizing, and Dais for checking out and bagging, so that each guest wouldn't have to wait too long and could get their desired food in just a few minutes.

"Delicious, so delicious, a Head Chef is really a Head Chef, anything he makes tastes super good!"

"I can't believe I never thought of trying raw crab. What a waste of so many years, it's insane."

"How is this plain porridge cooked? Drinking it makes me feel warm and comfortable, and revitalizes me."

"Eating this raw shrimp feels a bit like Japanese sashimi dipped in soy sauce, but with more flavor. Could it be that sashimi is just a lazy version made by Sakura People?"

The guests' idle chatter reached the ears of the three, but none of them reacted much, even Elsa.

When you've been in the business long enough, you encounter all sorts of people. The best way is not to chat with guests, which ensures maximum work efficiency and doesn't affect your mood.

If a troublesome guest insists on asking you questions, just play dumb and pass it off, especially with issues involving national cultural matters; best not to bring them up if possible.

Luckily, with Lin Chen's status as Head Chef, it was like a natural barrier, letting guests chat amongst themselves without bothering anyone.

Western chefs hold a high status in Western societies, especially those who become Head Chefs.

"Hello, may I take your order?"

Just as she handed the packed food over to the guest, Dais turned to the next customer and mechanically repeated her inquiry.

"Everything, please."

"Alright, it'll be ready shortly, a total of thirty-one euros."

"Hmm?"

Lin Chen furrowed his brows, feeling that voice was extremely familiar, like he'd heard it many times before.

Looking up, he saw that kid Meng Qi waving and grinning at him.

"What the heck, what are you doing here?"

"Didn't expect it, huh, haha~"

Meng Qi tugged at his uniform: "Look at this, buddy, I'm officially employed now!"

"Holy crap?!"

If he hadn't mentioned, Lin Chen wouldn't have noticed. He mainly sees people in that uniform every day, already accustomed, subconsciously ignoring them.

"Good for you, got a pay raise didn't you?"

This kid was previously just a regular mall security guard, but this is a five-star hotel, they don't hire just anyone.

To submit his resume and succeed in such a short time shows this kid's quite capable.

"Boss Lin, without your food, do you know how I survived these past weeks?"

Meng Qi's eyes turned red, looking like a wronged wife.

"Salad, sandwich, burger, pizza, hotdog, sushi, I've tried them all, with no desire to eat any again, some even unable to finish!"

"If it weren't for Lunard's smoked duck burrito, I might've starved on the streets!"

"...It wasn't that bad, really wasn't!"

Lin Chen wiped the bead of sweat from his forehead, scanning the crowd where curiosity had piqued several guests' interest.

"Anyway, since you're employed now, we'll have time to catch up later. I'm a bit busy, talk later."

"Oh right, I won't disturb your business then."

Dais had already finished packing his food, and Meng Qi nodded to the three, stepping aside for the next guest.

"You know Chef Lin?"

Medron intended to reprimand him but was taken aback by the connection he had, unable to utter a word.

"I do, I came over for him."

"Hmm??"

Medron's face changed, instinctively stepping back.

Meng Qi's face changed too, waving his hands: "No, I mean for Chef's food!"

"Phew... next time clarify please!"

Medron sighed with relief, cautiously glancing around: "You know, the hotel reception's received a few sexual harassment complaints recently, saying some guy goes around grabbing people's butts, watch out during patrols."

"Holy crap? There's such a person?"

"What did you say just now?"

"Which? 'Holy crap'? I dunno, learned it from Head Chef Lin, seems like an expression of surprise? Anyway, sounds cool, so I remembered it."

"Say it again."

"Holy crap."

"No no, missing something, Chef's tone wasn't like this."

"Holy crap?"

"Still not right."

"Holy crap!"

"!!! That's it, that's the tone, Chef your thoughts?"

Lin Chen: "... Just enjoy it."

"What does that word mean?"

"It doesn't have a meaning, just expresses surprise, amazement, skepticism, etc. Different moods can use it."