No particular method or technique was used, just casually mixing the flour and water together until it was all mixed, ending up with hands full of dough, forming a stark contrast with Zhao Shun.

But kneading dough, whether it looks good or not, doesn’t really matter, it doesn’t affect the final product result.

Zhao Shun’s technique is typically used to show off to diners, Lin Chen guessed that his master intentionally taught him this way, focusing on a concept similar to an open kitchen.

The process of handcrafting dough has always been a very visual one. When he used to sell buns and potstickers, almost all the customers in line would focus on his hands, filled with great curiosity about this magical skill.

"Looks like if there’s a chance in the future, I should arrange some live demonstration opportunities for this kid. He should be able to make dim sum for morning tea, right?"

"Even if he can’t, it’s no big deal, they’re similar types of food, easy to learn quickly. Those delicate morning tea snacks are surely going to be a hit with foreigners."

Within just a few seconds, he had already laid out a plan for Zhao Shun.

Not just dim sum, he also planned to get this kid to dabble in desserts.

Cantonese sweet soups, Suzhou-style steamed treats, Hong Kong-style snacks, all could rely on this kid!

Even though the breakfast snacks had yet to be made, Lin Chen inexplicably had some confidence in Zhao Shun.

Coupled with Old Chen who is proficient in stir-frying and cutting, just the two of them are enough to support the entire restaurant.

If he arranged for both of them to make Chinese buffet in the restaurant while he drove the food truck to events at the farm, doing well on both fronts, the effect might be even better than now, right?

After setting up for a few days, he realized running a stall was just that, you can’t compete with the functions of a cafeteria, once the crowd increases, it’s impossible to keep up.

He was busy to the point of exhaustion, and the guests were waiting endlessly, it really wasn’t necessary.

It’s better to go back to serving meals in the restaurant honestly like before, at least the number of diners simultaneously would be limited by the number of restaurant seats, with Jonathan’s help to divert customers, it wouldn’t be overwhelmingly busy.

He was idling around, so he simply walked to the food truck at the entrance and grabbed two takeout boxes, filling them with a little bit of each dish, planning to bring them up to Lucas later.

The old gentleman was currently busy reading comments below the videos, claiming he was drawing inspiration from the masses for future improvement.

While portioning and packing, his curiosity got the better of him, and he tried a bit of each dish, finding that overall the flavors tended to be a bit sweet, mainly featuring a savory-sweet soy sauce taste, typical of Northern flavors.

The smashed cucumber had a flavor dominated by soy sauce, vinegar, garlic paste, and chili, sour and appetizing, with a faint sweet aftertaste.

The scrambled eggs with tomatoes were noticeably sweet, and it was his first time encountering the method of adding soy sauce. He had seen it plenty in dinner shows online, though.

There was also stir-fried ham with onions, a typical strong flavored savory-sweet dish.

The vinegar-fried eggs also had a noticeable sweet and sour taste, with a stronger acidity, the fried eggs were very absorbent, coupled with the spicy and sour flavor of chopped peppers, it was the perfect accompaniment for rice.

If one were to say which dish didn’t have sugar, it might only be the steamed egg custard.

Anyway, to this point, he had never come across any steamed egg custard that added sugar, although sweet tofu pudding is a thing, but he’s never eaten it.

A few minutes later.

The steamed egg custard was ready.

Through the cling film, the steamed egg custard in the bowl could be seen rising high, its surface smooth and delicate, like a girl’s skin, moist and glistening. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

Seeing the soy sauce and sesame oil placed beside it, unsurprisingly, they were probably going to be drizzled on top.

"Old Chen, what condiments do you want to drizzle on the steamed egg?"

Since he entrusted dinner to him, Lin Chen didn’t intend to interfere, instead, he turned and asked for his opinion.

"Two circles of soy sauce, one circle of sesame oil, that’s how all the restaurants back in our hometown do it."

"Alright, got it."

Lin Chen nodded, this method was almost the same as the way it was eaten in his hometown, practically no difference, and in his impression, it should be the typical flavor of Jiangsu and Zhejiang.

As for whether it’s eaten like this in other regions, he wasn’t sure.

After finishing the dinner, Dais and Elsa seemed to have discovered a new world, instantly growing immensely curious about Chen Dongliang’s skills.

After hanging out with Lin Chen for a long time, the two of them gradually got used to the tastes of Great Xia Cuisine.

But Lin Chen didn’t like to add much sugar when cooking, at most just a small pinch for flavor enhancement, you could hardly taste the sweetness when eating.

Whereas Chen Dongliang’s dishes had a clear sweetness, perfectly balanced with saltiness, each dish incredibly appetizing.

The key point is, despite them being sweet, you never get sick of them, because each dish’s sweetness is distinctly different.

Especially the vinegar-fried eggs and smashed cucumber, they were hands down the best dishes there, the two had never thought eggs and cucumbers could taste so good, they ended up eating three bowls of rice in one go, only putting down their chopsticks when their tummies were round and full, with a look of satisfaction on their faces.

Lin Chen himself was completely won over by the bowl of vinegar-fried eggs.

Previously when watching food bloggers eat this thing with rice shoveled in like a bulldozer, he wondered if it was really that good.

Only when he tasted it for real did he realize it was no exaggeration.

The eggs were cooked very tender, and the method was completely different from regular scrambled eggs, no need to break the eggs apart after putting them in the pan, just poke the yolk.

Although Lin Chen hadn’t witnessed the cooking process, he could tell roughly from the appearance of the finished product.

One side of the egg was fried to a slightly crisp golden brown, somewhat resembling the edge of a fried egg, while the other side was incredibly soft, even with a slight runny appearance to the yolk.

The addition of vinegar can naturally react with protein, and with proper control of the heat, this stir-fried egg closely resembles the texture of scrambled eggs, with the aromatic crispness of fried eggs.

Moreover, the sweet and sour taste and the spicy and sour flavor of chopped chili blend perfectly, fully absorbed by the egg white, and every bite truly embodies the essence of complementing rice.

Thinking about it, he realized he hadn’t really cooked sweet and sour dishes for these foreigners before. There was that time in Amiens when he made sweet and sour ribs, and they did sell quite well.

After tasting Old Chen’s skills, Lin Chen felt a bit more assured about whether he could support the canteen’s operations.

Next, he just needed to let him get more acquainted with the flavors foreigners like, then choose suitable dishes in that direction.

As for Zhao Shun...

Well, let’s see how it tastes in the morning.

"Helena, Lucinda, if you don’t mind, would you like to have some? There’s a bit of food left."

"Can we?"

"Of course, no worries, I’ve been wanting to try it!"

No sooner had Lin Chen finished talking, the two women immediately put down their work and ran to wash their hands, with long-lost smiles finally appearing on their faces.

"Hey hey! Save some for me, I want to eat too!"

Seeing the two of them run off, Jonathan couldn’t just stand there, so he quickly followed, afraid that if he was late he wouldn’t get any.

"Oh my God, these dishes taste somewhat similar to Chef Lin’s, but are distinctly different. They’re sweet, which suits my taste perfectly!"

"Delicious! Now I finally understand why Great Xia people like to mix dishes with rice, it’s really satisfying to eat this way!"

"How can this cucumber be so crispy? The texture is amazing, and the sauce is just perfect. It feels like eating freshly pickled sour cucumbers, but not as sour."

"This thing that looks like tofu is actually egg?? Unbelievable!!"

The three of them devoured the remaining bits of dishes and rice in no time, licking their lips in satisfaction.

It’s not that they didn’t want to continue eating, it’s just that there was no more food left, even the sauce at the bottom of the pot had been completely wiped clean.

Seeing everyone so satisfied with his cooking, Chen Dongliang chuckled shyly, his face beaming with happiness.

"Is it enough to eat? If not, I’ll cook more for you!"

He had originally cooked enough for nine people, but wasn’t expecting everyone to be so voracious that they ate everything clean and still seemed to want more.

"What did he just say? Was he asking about the taste?"

Helena showed a hint of confusion in her eyes, while Lucinda shook her head: "I can’t understand him, maybe he’s asking for our feedback?"

Seeing them looking like this, Zhao Shun got excited again and shouted loudly.

"Hungry? he cook, again!"

"???"

"???"

Not just the two of them, even Jonathan was stunned on the spot, pondering over these two sentences repeatedly.

It was just a momentary thing, and all three of them simultaneously burst into uncontrollable smiles.

Even though this is the Romantic Country, English is still an internationally used language, and they could manage simple conversations.

Before this, they never expected that using English for communication could be this simple and straightforward.

Lin Chen twitched the corner of his mouth, forcibly turned his head away, grabbed the packed still-warm lunch box and left, fearing that the employees would see his flushed cheeks.

Zhao Shun now looks exactly like he did when he first started working, maybe even a bit more shameless.

Back then, he didn’t dare to boldly shout out Chinglish in front of the head chef and foreign staff.

Just as he was stepping out of the back kitchen, something occurred to him, so he turned back and shouted.

"You two manage your time well, don’t stay out too late. If it gets late, you can go to the hotel front desk, they can call for support, and the support service has night watch personnel who can drive you back."

"The night outside can be quite dangerous, try not to go out alone, although it’s been safer recently because of the Olympics, you never know, just to be safe, don’t hesitate. I’ll also inform the front desk."

"Okay, chef!"

Zhao Shun waved his flour-covered hands and nudged Old Chen with his elbow, whispering.

"I didn’t expect there’d be a car service in the middle of the night, that’s awesome! I was just worried earlier about being robbed by Old Hei."

"Rob-robbed??"

Chen Dongliang gasped, his whole body noticeably tense.

"Is it really that dangerous at night here?"

"Ah, you didn’t know? In many foreign countries people can own guns, especially in areas with many Old Hei, it’s really dangerous, police go out armed, and at the slightest hint of trouble they’ll give you a shot."