"He's really inexperienced, buying everything," Xia Ma muttered inwardly.
He had completely forgotten that when he first came to Taoxi Road, he had bought more than Persson and the others.
"China is really good. Many of the products are cheap and the quality seems to be good," Persson said with a smile.
Perhaps because he didn't smile often, his smile was a little awkward. However, it didn't prevent him from being really happy.
Hans was also very excited, "The small products are easy to use and look nice."
"That's because Head Chef Yuan has played a very good role in leading the way. The street he is at is definitely extraordinary. There will be a lot of good products there," Xia Ma said with a proud expression.
"That's great. We can continue to walk around in the afternoon," Persson said happily.
He really didn't expect the streets in China to be so good. They had everything and the snacks were delicious, especially the roasted gluten.
"We can walk around in the afternoon when we have time," Hans agreed.
"It's really good. There are many souvenirs. There's a small shop that specializes in selling souvenirs of The Kitchen God. We can go there and have a look. The things there are also exquisite," Xia Ma said.
He was quite familiar with Taoxi Road. He knew that Xia Ma was very familiar with everything in Taoxi Road.
"Uncle Xia Ma, will there be kebabs in the afternoon? The kebabs here are so delicious. I want to eat more," Hans said, salivating again when he thought of the spicy and fragrant kebabs.
"Of course. But that's because you haven't eaten the kebabs made by Head Chef Yuan. They are truly delicious. They are not on the same level. Unfortunately, Head Chef Yuan only sells them on rainy days. Normally, he won't sell them. I have only eaten them twice," Xia Ma said.
Of course, it would be better if he could restrain the sense of superiority in his tone.
"Really? How delicious is it?" Hans couldn't imagine it.
In his opinion, the kebabs they had today were already very delicious. No matter how delicious it was, his imagination was limited and he couldn't imagine it.
Hearing that, Persson swallowed his saliva without a trace. He was probably thinking of the taste of the roasted gluten.
"You will know Head Chef Yuan's craftsmanship after you eat it," Xia Ma didn't say much.
In any case, seeing is believing. After eating the dishes cooked by Yuan Zhou, one would know what was going on. There was no need for him to emphasize it at all.
Although Summer was shopping with Purson and the others, he had been walking around the vicinity of the store and was always prepared for the queue. Therefore, he knew the queue as soon as it started.
There were two people who were dragging them down. Because they had noticed it early, they were still in the first echelon. However, no matter how far back they were, they were still in the first echelon, so they could go in and eat first.
After Su Ruoyan announced that it was lunchtime, Summer brought Persson and the rest into the shop.
Although the shop was small, Purson and the others were used to it. After all, some places in India were really small.
After entering, the three of them only saw the last three seats in the front row, so they directly sat there.
"Take a look at the menu and order whatever you want." Summer pointed at the thick menu.
As a veteran, it was necessary to guide the newbies. Therefore, Summer told them the rules of the restaurant in a low voice before letting them take a look at the menu. After all, they had come together. If something went wrong, they would have to bear the responsibility.
Under Summer's guidance, Purson and Hans managed to order all the dishes. Each of them ordered three dishes, afraid that they would be blacklisted if they couldn't finish them.
They hadn't eaten yet. It wasn't that Purson and the others were afraid that they wouldn't be able to come back for lunch, but they were afraid that they wouldn't be able to come back to the restaurant to look for Yuan Zhou.
As for Summer Ma, he had intentionally controlled himself. Although he had eaten a lot of kebabs and other snacks, he only ate a moderate amount. That was why he ordered four dishes, one less than the usual five. He felt that he could help his old friend Persson and take care of his juniors.
As a human, this was a responsibility that needed to be borne.
"Are these all Head Chef Yuan's specialties?" Purson asked in a low voice.
To be honest, Summer was the one who helped them order. However, he really didn't know what they ordered. Some of the ingredients were unknown just from the name.
Summer shook his head and said, "Head Chef Yuan doesn't have any specialties."
"No?" Purson found it unbelievable. Such a great chef didn't have any specialties? He felt like Summer was teasing him.
But when he saw Summer's serious expression, Purson didn't know what kind of expression he should make.
"All the dishes here are Head Chef Yuan's specialties. The taste is just as good. Can you tell me if Head Chef Yuan has any specialties?" Summer pointed at the sturdy menu.
Purson's eyes widened in disbelief. Although he didn't know Chinese, he knew English. Thinking back to the dense handwriting he saw just now, he felt like he was dreaming.
What did he just hear? The entire menu was filled with specialties? Was he sure he wasn't joking?
As a good friend of Dewell, he knew that for a chef at Dewell's level, he would at most have a dozen dishes to specialize in, which was already very good. But now, this menu was roughly estimated to have thousands of dishes. Specialization in all of them?!
He felt like he was either still asleep or there was something wrong with his ears. Otherwise, how could he have heard such a shocking and unbelievable thing?
"Did you say all of them?" Purson asked in a low voice.
He had a feeling that he might lose his life if he asked that out loud. Out of instinct, Purson's voice was so weak that it couldn't be heard.
Of course, Summer, who was just beside him, had definitely heard it. He rolled his eyes. He didn't like talking to people who were not on the same level as him. It was simply lowering his level. But since they had been friends for so many years, he needed to be tolerant.
Summer nodded and said, "Actually, you only need to eat a few dishes to know if I'm telling the truth."
Purson nodded and didn't say anything. He really didn't know what to say. Summer's words were too shocking to him. He felt like the whole world was on the verge of collapsing, as if he had encountered a huge earthquake.
Hans, on the other hand, didn't think much of it. As a brainless Yuan Zhou fan, he had been brainwashed by India's Yuan Zhou for so many years. He had already trained himself to believe that Yuan Zhou could do anything at any time. This was the confidence and pride of being a Yuan Zhou fan.
The speed at which the dishes were served was very fast. Moreover, in order to accommodate Purson's beliefs, he only ordered vegetarian dishes. Only Hans and Summer had ordered meat dishes. Furthermore, they only ordered meat dishes. It could be said that they were two extremes.
Actually, Summer didn't know much about vegetarian dishes. Hence, he only ordered dishes that he had heard of, eaten, or seen customers eat before.
The Jin 'ling Grass, which had the highest number of orders, was naturally on the list. It was also the first to be served.
The verdant and dark green color was arranged neatly. It was just right. No matter how one looked at it, it was comfortable. A light fragrance wafted in the air when the dishes were served.
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