"What? Closed for rest??"

When he got closer, he didn’t even have time to ask before he saw a sign in front of the food truck saying ’Closed for Rest,’ and he instantly felt disheartened.

How can there be a food truck not open for business in broad daylight? Do they not want to make money? So willful?

"Hmm?"

Lin Chen, who was washing the pan, vaguely felt someone staring at him and instinctively turned his head to look outside the window.

Whoa!

Police??

"Hello, is there really nothing to eat now? I’ve been hungry all morning, anything will do, even if it’s cold."

Lin Chen blinked his eyes.

Come to buy food?

Scared me out of my wits!

It’s not that I did anything guilty afraid of the police, it’s just that the incident with the Kimchi Lady was still fresh in my mind, I thought someone else was trying to mess with me.

Turns out it was a false alarm!

"Officer, are you in a hurry? If not, I can make you some Great Xia’s special fried sausages. We’ve sold over sixteen hundred today, and it’s only been less than an hour since I took a break."

"Fried sausages?!"

Turion’s eyes lit up, nodding repeatedly: "Okay, yes, yes, I’ll have that. How big is one? My size might mean I eat a bit more than the average person."

Lin Chen looked him up and down; this guy was indeed broad and burly, looking strong—a typical stocky build.

He casually picked up a bamboo skewer and gestured a few times: "About three-quarters the size of a bamboo skewer? Not big, three are about the size of one hot dog sausage."

"Then give me ten. By the way, how much... Oh, I see it."

Next to that ’Closed for Rest’ sign, there was another whiteboard hanging with the menu prices, which he hadn’t had a chance to erase.

"Two euros per piece? So cheap??"

"Yes," Lin Chen nodded, "because there’s no stall fee here, and the ingredients are all sourced from wholesalers, so the cost is low. I don’t plan to set the prices high to rip off tourists. The main thing is to have fun when you’re out and about."

"Ten, right? Can you handle spicy food?"

"I can handle it, as long as it’s not something like Cayenne pepper or ghost pepper."

"Okay, then officer, please sit here for a while, and I’ll get it ready for you. It should be done in about ten minutes."

If it were other customers, he might not bother, but this one’s different; he’s the local big shot, so it’s definitely good to build a relationship.

"Please also get me a glass of ice cola, thank you!"

Turion let out a breath, and seeing a plastic stool next to the small table, he made himself at home and sat down, waiting patiently for the meal.

"Great Xia’s fried sausages? I’ve never heard of that dish, but since it’s sausage, it must taste good."

"It’s only midday, and they’ve already shut down after selling over sixteen hundred? It must taste great, right?"

"Hiss... It’s really making me look forward to it!"

He wiped his mouth before the drool had time to trickle down, and looked around at the food truck and the restaurant environment nearby.

He rarely came to this part, visiting only once when it was under construction. He hadn’t expected it to be developed so well now.

Whoa!

The restaurant even has a green plant wall, impressive!

Although he wanted very much to see what the others were enjoying, the uniform he was wearing held him back, so he decided secretly to come back another day in casual clothes to try it out.

While he was staring at the restaurant patrons who were digging into their food, he suddenly caught the familiar spicy aroma, even more intense than before.

"Hiss... Ha!"

"So fragrant, what exactly is this smell?"

He took a deep breath and subconsciously moved towards the source of the strong smell.

Then he realized that the aroma was actually coming from the table right in front of him!

To be exact, it was coming from the yellow-brown sauce residues on the table that hadn’t been wiped clean yet!

These spots of sauce seemed to have dried up for a while, turning to a darker shade of yellow-brown with some dark red oil stains remaining on the surface.

Judging from the sauce’s distribution, it was apparent that two people had dined at this table not long ago.

But the chef earlier mentioned that the food truck sells fried sausages, which are handheld foods, right? There’s no way there should be so much sauce.

More importantly, this sauce clearly emitted a seafood aroma, which has nothing to do with sausages.

As a police officer, he prided himself on not making basic logical reasoning and analytical mistakes.

Could it be employee meals?

Very likely!

As he was debating whether to lean closer to smell the sauce, he suddenly heard a somewhat familiar voice nearby.

"Officer?"

"Hmm?"

"It really is you! I thought I was mistaken."

Turion tilted his neck back, staring blankly at the short-statured man in front of him.

Judging by his typical Asian features and slightly accented tone...

"Oh!! I remember now, you’re the Sakura Chef who helped Mr. Wang as a translator at the police station last time, right?"

"Yes, yes, it’s me. How did the police officer come here?"

Nagishiro Sho, who had just arrived at the hotel, originally intended to find Wang Ziqin first, but instinctively parked his car by the restaurant instead of the parking lot behind the hotel.

After getting out of the car, he immediately saw Turion in uniform sitting in front of the food truck.

This guy’s back was quite recognizable too, sturdy as an ox.

"What?? Sold over sixteen hundred Great Xia Sausages? In one morning??"

Upon learning this fact, Nagishiro Sho was a bit bewildered.

He had only been away for three or four days, and Lin had already made such a big move, starting to venture into street food, huh?

While Turion might not grasp the concept, Nagishiro Sho certainly did.

Asian sausages look more or less the same overall, especially those sold as street snacks, there’s no doubt about that!

Before his eyes appeared a few reddish-pink sausages, cut into small sections with a cross-pattern at the base, resembling little octopuses.

The chef’s intuition told him that it was something akin to that.

Since he was already there, he simply took a plastic stool and sat down, wanting to see what Great Xia’s fried sausage looked like.

Several minutes later.

Lin Chen walked out holding a paper bag, filled to the brim with sausage skewers, though the specifics couldn’t be seen, only the bamboo skewer ends sticking out.

"Sausages here... oh, Nagishiro Chef?"

Seeing the figure next to the burly man, Lin Chen froze on the spot, never expecting him to return here so soon.

Wait a minute.

Police... Sakura People... Masaka?

He was well aware of President Wang’s bloodline awakening, how could anyone not boast about it—they’d talked his ears off those days.

He was just puzzled about why the police would show up, and suddenly realized it was the follow-up procedure of the case.

He had never been to the police station for tea, so he didn’t know their process.

But that’s not important, not knowing is fine.

"Here, freshly cooked, still hot. Be careful when eating. A total of ten pieces, twenty euros, Coke is a complimentary gift, no charge."

Coke abroad is as common as tap water; nearly every restaurant has a beverage machine.

Especially in fast food places, when ordering Coke or Sprite, or similar carbonated drinks, it’s usually by cup size, and then you’re given an empty cup to fill yourself.

You can take as much as you want, with unlimited refills.

Perhaps because people are used to this rule, foreigners have long found it boring, usually drinking just a cup or two, not more, as too much can bloat the stomach.

This nearly cost-free item was something Lin Chen frequently used to build goodwill, and foreigners found it customary, not strange, perhaps even considering him quite nice.

If you were to gift things with substantial value, like in Great Xia, it’d actually put pressure on foreigners.

"Great, I’m starving!"

Turion eagerly handed over two prepared bills, took the bag, and couldn’t wait to pull out a sausage and shove it into his mouth.

"Crunch"

The crisp sound made him pause slightly.

He realized this sausage looked a bit strange, with petals blooming on both sides like a flower, yet without complex petal structures—more like a child’s doodle of flowers.

The part he bit into happened to be the petal’s edge, distinctly fried crispy and crunchy, similar to potato chips edge, only meaty.

Sprinkled with red and yellow-green seasoning powder, he could clearly feel a hint of spiciness and strong cumin flavor inside.

The sole oddity was, why didn’t this sausage taste like meat?

"That’s thickened."

Nagishiro Sho nodded subtly with a ’I knew it’ expression, able to imagine the taste of the sausage.

Even a meter away, possessing the Divine Nose, he merely sniffed the air slightly, analyzing the flavor inside out.

Lin Chen used the kitchen’s oil fryer to fry starch sausages, the kind specifically for fries; the oil was ready-made, but after frying he dunked them back into previously collected sausage-fry oil to absorb some essence.

Some fry shops make delicious items not only due to good ingredients but due to oils that have fried many foods.

Similar to marinating where the more things are marinated, the longer time ensues, the richer the broth’s aroma and taste become.

However, the broth can be reused, whereas frying oil can’t be—it needs regular changes or it’ll turn bitter, changing the flavor of fried foods, possibly causing upset stomachs.

"This sausage..."

Turion stared at the starch sausage for a while, feeling the strange texture, but the taste was decent, especially the seasoned outside and crisply fried petal sections, which were somewhat addictive.

After a few bites, the tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed, evidently getting used to the starch sausage’s texture.

"I wondered why it felt familiar; isn’t that a sausage made from canned luncheon meat!"

After two sausages down, he slapped his leg, wearing a look of sudden realization.

"Using luncheon meat to make sausages for frying, I’ve never had it in my life, the taste is quite good, no wonder they sold over sixteen hundred pieces."