Bonus Chapter: Indian Curry (Part 4)



“I’m not quite sure about that, sir.”

The receptionist secretly inhaled the aroma of curry wafting from somewhere in the air. It smelled amazing, constantly evaporating, as if you could smell the curry just by breathing in the air.

But upon closer reflection, it probably wasn't from their hotel, because their hotel's restaurant has a quiet and secluded environment, and she has worked at the hotel for so long without smelling any scents in the lobby other than fragrance.

"Can I go up and take a look first?"

Upon hearing this, the customer frowned, dissatisfied with the service.

"I'm sorry, sir, you are not a hotel resident and cannot go upstairs at will."

There was no other way; the man was really curious about the curry aroma. There were no other restaurants around, so the smell was probably coming from the hotel's restaurant.

"Book a room."

The Indian man frowned and booked a room.

Then, taking the room key, they went directly to the elevator and entered the hotel's buffet restaurant.

Upon entering the lobby, you'll find a typical buffet layout, with good window seats serving as the dining area and the rest as self-service counters.

Upon entering the restaurant, the man did not smell the curry aroma he had encountered on the roadside, and glanced at the various salad and bread sections.

He approached the covered thermos containers, guessing that the curry might be in them.

Then I opened the first insulated container in the main dish section, and inside was the familiar spinach puree.

The second batch was potato paste.

The third batch was flat bean paste.

The fourth batch: masala paste.

...

After looking at several pots without finding the curry that had drawn him in, the man looked at the next dishes: curry stir-fry, curry fried rice, the vegetarian section…

I searched around but couldn't smell that mouthwatering curry aroma.

So the man went directly to a staff member and asked.

"What kind of food in the restaurant did I smell a strong curry aroma from earlier?"

The staff member shook his head, bewildered, not knowing what the customer was asking.

Then they handed over the menu, indicating that we could order whatever we wanted.

guest:……

Unable to find the curry he wanted, the Indian man had no choice but to leave.

Lin Zhou's short meal attracted many guests who came to inquire about the hotel.

However, because the butler kept it a secret, no one knew that the curry rice was made by the guest staying on the top floor of the hotel.

In the afternoon, Lin Zhou set up a stall on a street with a moat, based on the map.

There were many stalls on the street, and many people were sitting on the wall near the river.

Many people were also patronizing the other food stalls along the way.

At first glance, Lin Zhou felt that the sanitary environment was much better than he had expected.

Perhaps the area he came to is a wealthy area of ​​the high caste in India.

As for why it's so obvious, it's because the skin tone difference is very clear.

People of higher castes generally have fair skin, some with yellowish undertones, but never dark skin.

Lin Zhou appeared riding his stall bike, attracting quite a bit of attention.

No matter which country you're in, foreigners always attract attention, especially when a foreigner sets up a stall and does business in your home country.

Facing the curious and wary gazes of the foreigners, Lin Zhou calmly found a corner, turned on the warmer, and placed a large bucket of curry on it. As long as the lid was slightly ajar, the aroma of the food continued to be produced by the heat.

Now, Lin Zhou's stall attracted even more attention.

At this moment, an Indian influencer who was buying milk tea at a milk tea stall looked at Lin Zhou, who was setting up the stall, and carefully examined his appearance, thinking that he looked a lot like a Chinese person.

When you want to distinguish Asians abroad, it's actually quite easy to spot Chinese people. Just look at them in a crowd to see if they seem to shrink into themselves with fear, whether they look back at strangers with tension or calmness, or whether they have an "I'm the coolest" attitude no matter where they are.

It's easy to identify then.

Then I saw a food stall.

A young Chinese man setting up a street stall?

Is it Mr. Lin?

That mysterious Chinese chef's snack stall that's become famous all over the world?

A legendary man who appears in viral videos and jokes around the world?

To avoid mistaking someone for someone else, the Indian influencer quietly took out his phone and started searching. He then compared the photos he found with Lin Zhou in front of him and finally realized that it was the same person.

For a moment, he was amazed at how incredibly lucky he was!

"I don't want the milk tea, please have this instead."

The blogger hurriedly paid and headed towards Lin Zhou's stall.

"Hello, Mr. Lin, oh my god!"

The blogger was probably speaking English because he was worried Lin Zhou wouldn't understand curry. Lin Zhou looked up at the man in front of him, who had fair skin and a well-groomed beard, and nodded slightly.

It's clear that this person recognized him.

"Hello, what would you like to eat? We only have curry rice right now."

Lin Zhou is making Indo-style curry rice, which is very common in China, but is not common in Indo-speaking India.

"Of course, one order, please!"

The blogger kindly asked Lin Zhou if he could take a picture, and after receiving permission, quickly opened the camera to take the picture.

However, recording videos is not allowed.

Lin Zhou felt really uncomfortable appearing in other people's videos with the camera pointed at him.

Lin Zhou took a disposable lunchbox from the car's drawer, filled it with rice, and then opened the lid of the curry bucket. The aroma wafted out the moment the lid was opened, prompting two men nearby to come over and say in curry language, "Boss, two servings, how much?"

Street vendors in affluent areas tend to have higher prices, and customers are usually prepared for that when they ask the price.

But the price of one thousand rupees was still surprising.

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