Gourmet: From a Stall in Northern Europe

Chapter 458 - 370: Police Officers on Duty, Just Standing and Watching People Eat?

The recently arrived Turion sat in the car with three team members, quietly watching the movement of the crowd not far away.

After receiving the message yesterday, he originally wanted to come over in the morning, but Lin Chen suggested he didn’t need to come so early, just closer to noon.

Although he didn’t understand why, he was happy to not have to wake up early.

Staying in this small port city, life was incredibly leisurely, usually just driving the police car around the streets, issuing some speeding tickets or something, there wasn’t much else to do.

Especially after petty theft incidents significantly decreased recently, the work became increasingly boring.

Finally having something new to do, and a chance to cozy up to a big company while treating himself, Turion wished for more of these tasks.

Ideally, every day.

"Captain, should we just sit in the car or should we take a walk?"

"Walk, of course, walk."

Turion craned his neck around in the car, looking out as if searching for something.

"Today’s task is just to watch until they pack up, easy right?"

"The only requirement is we can’t queue with the guests to buy food, I already pre-ordered ten dozen oysters yesterday, and they said they’d treat us for free."

"These are Zero-grade Gillardeau, prepared by a Michelin Chef, a dozen in a restaurant outside would cost at least two to three hundred euros!"

"Keep your eyes peeled, don’t let anything go wrong, understand?"

When they heard that after today’s work they’d be eating delicious food personally cooked by a Michelin Chef, and such expensive Zero-grade Gillardeau oysters that they normally wouldn’t order, the team members nodded like chickens pecking at rice, eyes gleaming, already starting to salivate.

Even though they weren’t sure what kind of high-end oyster dish was being made here, it didn’t matter.

Didn’t they see how many customers were lining up!

It’s definitely delicious!

They were professionally trained military personnel, wasn’t it just watching people eat, what’s the difficulty?

No difficulty!

After laying out the work tasks and roughly dividing the work areas, the four of them simultaneously opened the car doors and stepped out, sunglasses perched on their noses, expressions cold, with one hand on their belts, exuding an intense aura.

As the four police officers split into pairs and walked to the sides of the line, the murmurs from the crowd gradually lessened, and almost no one dared to look in their direction.

Turion was extremely satisfied with this effect, and as he approached the nearby food truck, he nodded slightly at Lin Chen inside the window without saying a word, standing like a statue, surveying the surroundings.

The team members beside him were similar, both standing there with cold, stiff faces, a particularly prominent bulge at their waists standing out.

Before the two could pose for a few seconds, the rich aroma of garlic wafted to their noses.

"The grilled oysters are ready!"

With a shout, one box of large oysters after another appeared on the table.

The crowd became restless in an instant, especially those at the very front, who anxiously squeezed forward.

"Is that mine?"

"It’s my turn, right?"

"How many servings are ahead of me?"

Dais took the box that Lin Chen handed over from the window and directly pushed it in front of Richard, smiling apologetically at the diners.

"Sorry everyone, please wait patiently a little longer, this lady has four dozen oysters."

"It will be quick, approximately one or two minutes to settle, then it will be your turn."

"Please report your desired purchase quantity to our nearby staff before payment, afterward you can wait by the side and witness how your oysters are grilled."

As soon as the words fell, four or five diners surrounded Su and Nicole, making it difficult to tell who was at the front and who was at the back.

They felt a bit anxious and tense in their hearts.

A standout server must have excellent memory and the acuity to observe the situation with diners, which is common knowledge that everyone takes for granted.

Anyone who has dined in a slightly decorated restaurant outside has enjoyed attentive service from servers.

But for the two of them, they only realized when facing this situation that being a server wasn’t as easy as it seemed.

"Uh..."

Fortunately, Su was quick-witted and immediately reacted.

"Everyone, please queue up properly according to order and report to me the number of oysters you need, the specific prices can be seen on the board over there."

She held a pos machine in her left hand and a scrap of paper and pen in her right, scanning the faces of the few diners in front with an inquiring gaze.

The diners glanced at each other, then silently queued according to order.

"Please give me two dozen oysters, thank you."

"I want two dozen as well, I haven’t eaten anything today, do you think two dozen is enough?"

"I seem to see chili on the oysters, will it be spicy? I can’t really handle spice."

"I can’t handle spicy food either, can it be made non-spicy?"

"Don’t worry everyone," Su secretly let out a sigh of relief, placing her hands gently, "We’re selling zero-sized Gillardeau oysters, equivalent to two number twos or threes in size, so you can estimate if it’s enough based on your usual appetite."

"If you’re unsure, I suggest buying half a dozen more, because our chef’s Great Xia roasted oysters are really delicious, the kind that’s addictive. We haven’t had any guests who didn’t like them after trying."

"As long as you can accept the taste of garlic, you’ll definitely love them."

She was smart, never directly answering any question, instead, she threw the questions back to the diners themselves.

This way, even if there was a mistake, it wouldn’t be blamed on her.

Nicole, who was responsible for selling to the opposite table, didn’t have this kind of wit. Her beautiful large eyes frantically scanned the diners in front of her, looking a bit anxious and uneasy.

"Um... dear guests, I’m sorry, I’ve only been working here for two days, still a newbie."

"Could you let me know who was in front and who was behind? I didn’t quite remember, I’m really sorry!"

In a regular restaurant, if a waitress made such a blunder, it would usually lead to dissatisfaction among diners, especially since their team was led by a Michelin Chef, supposedly offering top-tier service.

Though most guests aren’t that petty, this was indeed a mistake in her service.

Normally there wouldn’t be any talk of deducting wages, and Romantic Country doesn’t have a tipping culture, so a mistake is just a mistake, no big deal.

It’s just that there’s a psychological and reputational pressure, feeling bad about it.

After all, the chef’s status is prominent; if she doesn’t do well, it could easily affect the team’s image.

And she wasn’t working here out of necessity; she wanted to learn more about Lin Chen’s daily life, maybe even find a chance to get closer.

If she doesn’t do her job well, it might leave a bad impression, outweighing the benefits.

That’s why she genuinely felt sorry toward the guests, her eyes faintly glistening with tears.

Actually, the guests didn’t mind it much, there were many people on site, the situation was chaotic, it was crowded earlier, so it’s normal not to remember.

But seeing the young and pretty waitress looking like she was about to burst into tears, they inexplicably felt... apologetic?

The few of them exchanged glances and silently lined up according to the order, their tone becoming softer.

"Don’t worry, take your time, it’s not our turn anyway."

"Can I have one and a half dozen roasted oysters? You don’t seem to have a calculator in hand, can you calculate it? Or should I do the math myself?"

"You go ahead and settle their bill first, I’m okay with waiting."

"I used to work as a waiter myself, but couldn’t continue due to poor memory. But I believe you’ll do well, trust yourself!"

Nicole, with her brown wavy curls and those sapphire-blue eyes, combined with flawless skin like fine jade, presented such a pitiful look as if about to cry, making everyone unable to utter a harsh word.

Some even softly comforted her, encouraged her, and voluntarily helped with the bill, making the scene rather peculiar.

Dais, who had been observing the two, was also somewhat bewildered seeing this.

Su handling the sudden situation so quickly was within her expectation, but Nicole... what the heck?

Being beautiful actually comes with this kind of privilege??

"Hey, Dais, why do you look like that?"

Raphael, who was spreading garlic on oysters, smiled and winked at her, "Remember when you just started working here, didn’t the same thing happen?"

"You got the table numbers mixed up and served the wrong dishes, but they weren’t mad and even comforted you."

Dais paused, seemingly recalling those past memories she didn’t wish to remember, and then nodded with a smile.

"Chef, I’ll just take it as you complimenting my looks~"

She wasn’t the shy girl she used to be, having weathered many storms, not the type to blush from a little praise.

With Raphael’s reminder, the more she looked at Nicole, the more she felt she could see a bit of her younger self.

She shook her head amusingly, letting the two women work on their own.

As long as they didn’t cause any disruptions, it was considered a training for them.

After today, the two’s dealing with people skills would surely improve significantly.

No training method is more effective than real-world experience.

Compared to Dais, Elsa appeared more relaxed.

She was also in her internship period, only two months ahead of the other two, not worrying about management or training issues, just focused on the work at hand.

As box after box of enticing roasted oysters was placed on the tables, the nearby tourists’ eyes widened, tiptoeing and stretching their necks to get a look.

The golden garlic was spread thickly over the oyster meat, with a few fresh red chili slices visible, garnished with green scallions on top, and the air filled with a rich aroma of garlic and oyster scent - it was mouthwatering.

Richard had already picked up a box, ignoring the heat, casually blew on an oyster and shoved it into his mouth.

Two meters away, Turion and another officer’s gaze under their sunglasses unconsciously drifted toward him, their throats involuntarily moving.