Abnormal Gourmet Chronicle-Chapter 940 - 462: Somewhat Like an Old Friend

In Fen Garden, except for Qin Huai's table, the other two diners had already finished eating.

But they just didn't leave, insisted on staying, stubbornly sat there, and refused to go.

They were no longer interested in what else might be served in these two guys' meal package. After that super deluxe claypot shark fin soup was served, it was evident to even the most clueless that this was the last dish, the next one being the Peach Blossom Delight ordered by Qin Huai.

No more could come!

Their teeth would really shatter!

No matter how much these two guys could eat, even if this duo meal was essentially all-you-can-eat, after eating this claypot fish, they should be full.

You should be full by now, buddy?

If you're still not full, it's just rude.

In fact, Qin Huai and Zhao Cheng'an were not just full; they were so overstuffed that the food was nearly lodged in their throats.

The two of them were now eating with military tactics; the chairs were not for sitting but for looking at, as they stood up directly to eat, finding this allowed the food to slide down to their stomachs better. They had eaten to the breakthrough point, setting a new record for the most consumed in one sitting.

At times like this, Qin Huai finally understood why Shi Dadan could always eat so gracefully before any all-you-can-eat feast. After all, no matter how many plots or tricks existed, they were dwarfed by absolute capacity.

If you can eat, then you can eat; having a large appetite is king.

"Burp." Qin Huai belched.

"Bur..." Zhao Cheng'an's burp was suppressed halfway through, forcibly swallowed down.

The two were clearly struggling to eat more. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

The Peach Blossom Delight had yet to be served.

In front of them, half of the claypot shark fin soup remained, an evenly distributed half, with fish fins, various auxiliary ingredients, hot pot vegetables, and meatballs all making up that half.

Packed up to take home and tell others, someone might believe it was a whole claypot shark fin soup.

The five members watching on looked at Qin Huai and Zhao Cheng'an with eyes that said: so your eating capacity is only so-so, wasting such good food in Fen Garden, waiting to be blacklisted by Master Xia, ha ha ha ha.

Of course, if you are willing to ask for our help, we do not mind eating a little for you; after all, helping others is a fine tradition among Fen Garden diners.

It's now 6:47 PM, in a few more minutes, the 7 PM crowd will arrive, you should quickly ask for help, otherwise, there'll be more freeloaders.

In the kitchen, Xia Mubing also saw through the monitor that the two were struggling to eat, Xia Mubing hadn't even prepared the Peach Blossom Delight, always getting ready for the next batch of customers' dishes, occasionally looking up to check the monitor, quite leisurely, almost engraving "I'm in a great mood today" on his face.

Zhang Guanghang saw it too, observing Xia Mubing's expression with some bafflement as he watched the monitor, obviously not understanding why his master seemed like he was possessed today.

Even looking at the monitor showed a caring status.

"Master," Zhang Guanghang asked quietly, "the Peach Blossom Delight... still make it?"

"Make what?" Xia Mubing sneered, the sneer was subconscious, without much malice, even a bit of affection for the junior, "Those two couldn't eat it outside, and you still make it? The Peach Blossom Delight can't be packed to go, it must be eaten fresh and hot, putting it into a takeaway box to take home, how's that different from roadside stalls where you can buy sauce-covered crispy rice anywhere?"

Zhang Guanghang: ?

So, Master, you think they can pack up the claypot shark fin soup and take it home, assuming they won't finish it and will have to take it with them?

Master, wasn't the original rule at Fen Garden that each person could only order one dish to prevent waste? The rule on one dish per person changed, but the anti-waste rule hasn't changed, has it?

Do we even have takeaway boxes at Fen Garden?

Zhang Guanghang was filled with questions, but he didn't ask, because he knew his master certainly had other arrangements.

Xia Mubing watched for a few more minutes, deciding the two outside had indeed eaten to their limit and couldn't continue; if they ate any more tonight, they'd only be able to lie down, looking like salted fish, staring at the sky to digest and holding back burps, lest the food bursts from their mouths.

"Xiao Hang, go out and tell them, the Peach Blossom Delight's ingredients are insufficient, and there's not enough extra food today, so the last dish can't be served."

"It's Fen Garden's issue, to compensate them, ask if they have time to come for another meal tomorrow, and we will make sure to offer them the Peach Blossom Delight. If they can't finish the claypot shark fin soup today, they can take the claypot home and remember to bring it back when they come to eat tomorrow."

Zhang Guanghang: ...

Master, if you're being held hostage, just blink, what dirt do these two have on you?

"Okay, Master." Zhang Guanghang responded obediently, walking out expressionlessly, using the art of language to coldly convey what Xia Mubing had just said.

As Zhang Guanghang turned coldly back to the kitchen, all the guests were stunned. The five onlookers looked at Qin Huai and Zhao Cheng'an as if wondering if these two weren't indeed Teacher Xia's long-lost grandsons?

Considering Teacher Xia's age, they might even be Qin's great-grandchildren.

If you think about it that way...

The five began to scrutinize Qin Huai and Zhao Cheng'an's faces carefully, and you know what, these two actually...

Don't look like him at all.

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Qin Huai and Zhao Cheng'an, in a daze, carried the unfinished claypot shark fin as they hailed a cab back to their hotel, and when getting into the car, the ride-hailing driver looked back at the claypot curiously, clearly not understanding why someone would carry a claypot in a cab to a hotel, and that claypot smelled tantalizingly fragrant.

Wanted to eat.

After a massive meal, Qin Huai and Zhao Cheng'an flopped onto the back seat of the ride-hailing car, feeling dizzy and out of sorts, their brains struggling to process anything.