Chapter 156: A Wonderful Experience at the Lich Restaurant (Part 1)
——Swish!
When the reddish-brown kidneys are put into the pot, a cloud of white steam is immediately stirred up, carrying with it the smoke from the pot and the strong aroma of roasting meat. Only those who really stand in front of the pot can experience what "wok qi" is.
The flames in the stove licked the bottom of the pot happily, and all kinds of side dishes rolled in the pot. The sauce danced on the iron pot, changing color and shrinking rapidly, and then was served on a plate at the most delicious degree of doneness...
--bite!
The bell rang, and the chef shouted, "Stir-fried double crisps, table 10 in the Garden Hall! Serve!"
--bite!
"Crackling pork chop rice is served at table 30 in the small building!"
--bite!
"The chicken and sweet potato noodles in box 3 are ready!"
During the lunch rush, the sound of bells ringing constantly echoes as countless waiters rush in and out, leaving a trail of shadows. They carefully examine the menus on their trays, quickly find their way, and steadily walk towards the customers, picking up their trays.
Under Jiang You's training, the chef and the waiters work in perfect harmony and are fully capable of coping with the growing number of guests.
While the lich boss lazed out on the rooftop, basking in the sun, the staff downstairs were bustling with activity. The chefs were chopping vegetables, stir-frying, and preparing soups non-stop; the waiters were guiding customers, taking orders, serving food, taking bills, and cleaning up. Even though it was almost two in the afternoon, the entrance was still filled with guests, a seemingly endless line.
Jericho walked among the queueing customers, a small notebook in hand, repeating the same phrase over and over again: "Hello, the place is full. Do you have a reservation? No? Then you'll need to wait for a table. How many people are you? Do you accept sharing a table? Yes, we can, right? Okay, please follow me!"
He brought two groups of guests into the small building and led them to a table for six. The two groups of guests automatically divided into two sides, four on one side and two on the other, clearly separated.
"Here are the menus," Jericho said, taking out six menus and handing them to the six guests. "Would you like some time to take a closer look? Or can we order now?"
"Let's order now!" The two diners were obviously regulars, and they said familiarly, "We want Sichuan-style mouth-watering chicken, husband and wife lung slices, and an order of minced meat and eggplant! We want it spicy, lots of spicy!"
"Okay, I'll give you your order first, and we'll be right back." Jericho quickly wrote down the table number and their order in his notebook, then said to the other four people, "Take your time, and call me when you've made your selection."
He took the menus from the two men and disappeared behind the counter.
The foursome looked completely unfamiliar with the menu. They were taken aback by the colorful, illustrated pages. "So many dishes...ah, what do these words like 'Cantonese cuisine,' 'Sichuan cuisine,' 'Fujian cuisine'... mean?"
They read the menu with terrible pronunciation, stumbling over it and nearly biting their tongues. They had no idea what these unfamiliar words and characters meant. One of the two regular customers nearby shrugged, "It's probably some way the Lich boss uses to categorize the flavors of the dishes. We don't know the exact standard, but from what we've gathered so far, Sichuan cuisine is mostly spicy and incredibly stimulating!"
“We loved it!” his companion added.
"'Cantonese cuisine' seems to be the cuisine that Boss Wulich specializes in. The rice noodle rolls and shrimp dumplings that were first introduced by the Brewing Workshop are all classified in this category. 'Fujian cuisine' is high in seafood and tends to be sweet... but sweet dishes also appear quite frequently in 'Sui cuisine'."
"Although no one has told us, we privately speculate that these categories are probably related to the chefs who make them, with each chef responsible for a specific category." One of the regular customers adjusted his glasses and speculated confidently, "You can try everything and see what you like. Anyway, there's no dish that's not delicious here, Boss Lich!"
"If you have any allergies or dietary restrictions, remember to tell the waiter in advance so they know what's in each dish. There's also a general description of each dish on the menu. By the way, the owner here is a lich, so don't be too surprised to see them using all kinds of offal in their dishes."
"Those offal are super delicious too! If you can handle it, I highly recommend giving it a try, but if you can't, just ignore me!"
The two regular customers looked at each other and smiled mischievously, "Just like the 'Fuqi Feipian' we ordered, which supposedly means 'slices of a couple's lungs'."
"What?! This restaurant uses human flesh to cook?!" The lady in the group of four put down the menu in horror.
"Hahahaha! I knew someone would fall for it!" Two regular customers who had successfully played the prank burst into laughter. "No, it's made with cow's heart, cow's tongue, cow's tripe, beef, and everything. Not only is there no husband and wife, there's not even any lungs!"
"I heard that this dish was invented by a couple. They originally used beef offal, including beef lungs, but later they decided the lungs weren't tasty, so they stopped using the beef lungs."
As they were talking, the dishes they ordered were brought up quickly.
The four of them took a curious look and saw that the dish with the terrifying name "A Couple's Lung Slices" was actually a bowl of neatly arranged "meat mountain" of various internal organs and meats, sprinkled with peanuts and chopped green onions, and drizzled with bright red chili oil. The red and green colors looked very tempting.
"Is there really no human flesh?" the lady swallowed and asked hesitantly.
"No, no, we've tested it with detection magic, and the name is just a bit off-putting," the regular customer laughed, and then performed another detection magic demonstration for them, which indeed came back with the result of beef offal. "We think Boss Lich sometimes likes to come up with weird dish names, hahaha!"
"Yes, and it's written in a foreign language no one has ever seen, with translations and phonetic notation, to make it look serious! There's also 'wife cakes,' 'lychee meat,' 'Buddha jumps over the wall'... Hahaha, these dishes don't have wives, lychees, or gods!"
"The key is that the ingredients are clearly written on the menu, so even if the dish names are ridiculous, you can't accuse them of cheating." A regular customer laughed, "It's just a really good joke!"
"I see," the foursome felt relieved. They looked at the dishes from the two-person group and sniffed the aroma. Their appetites suddenly whetted. "How about we order some Fuqi Feipian (Chinese beef lung slices) to try?"
Jericho appeared at the right moment, holding his ordering notebook in his hand. "Hello everyone, have you decided on what to order?"
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