CHAPTER 930: CHAPTER 929: FANTASY FEAST (PART 1)

Storefront.

A group of foreign tourists, equally enamored with the New Juxia Building’s environment.

At first, the tourists showed great interest in the Chinese-style tables, chairs, and potted plants, pointing and commenting.

But as time passed, they waited and waited, yet couldn’t even get a thirst-quenching cup of tea, and began to whisper complaints about the service quality.

"Thirsty!"

"I’m thirsty, I need water!"

The young foreign man knocked on the counter with a rather unfriendly demeanor.

"Huh?"

Liu Ying could at least understand simple English words and immediately looked flustered, repeatedly saying ’wait’.

Not far away, Chen Yang watched this scene and curiously said, "Demon King Xia put such an inexperienced disciple at the counter, isn’t he afraid of getting bad reviews for poor service?"

Not even providing basic free tea was indeed excessive.

Moreover, the dishes on the New Juxia Building’s menu were quite pricey; if not for the excellent environment, the group of foreigners might have already been scared away.

Lin Qingfeng nodded, "If you can’t make guests feel at home, then that’s equivalent to business failure."

"The more renowned the establishment, the heavier the burden. Reviving a well-known place that has declined is as difficult as creating a new famous establishment."

The woman’s eyes revealed an interest.

In the era of Shell Fairy, Juxia Building made its name with the motherly taste.

In the era of Liu Jinling and Zhu Qi, it was first-class prowess that solidified its status as a world-famous building!

Now, what do they rely on to make a comeback?

A wafting, exotic aroma made Lin Qingfeng sniff, and she said, slightly surprised, "Is this the smell of almonds?"

"Yes, and a fresh vegetable scent..." Chen Yang also looked up.

As the server, Liu Jing brought a tray and placed a dish on the foreign tourists’ table, with a chubby, round face smiling as she cheerfully said, "Here’s the first dish, please enjoy—"

Very fluent foreign language.

Having learned from her dad while serving foreign diners more than once, Liu Jing’s aura in guest reception overshadowed the ’Demon King Junior’.

"Ve... vegetable?"

The foreign middle-aged couple and their children looked in astonishment at the barely portioned stir-fried vegetables.

"That’s right!" Liu Jing replied with the tray.

"But wasn’t the menu named ’Cowherd Points to Apricot Village’? How is it a vegetable dish?" The foreign middle-aged man was puzzled and speechless, and perhaps due to his emotional intensity, his Chinese became fluent.

Huh.

Liu Jing couldn’t help but take another look at the middle-aged man, seeing his scholarly air like a professor, she thought, so he’s a China expert.

"Sir, please calm down!" Liu Jing explained, "This dish is indeed a vegetable!"

"Bang——"

The already thirsty young foreign man, lacking a drink service, slammed the table in anger, "Ha, why does such a small portion of vegetables cost 10 pounds? Isn’t Chinese food supposed to be cheap? You know, 10 pounds are enough for me to eat at McDonald’s twice!"

Vegetables priced at 86 RMB seemed hard for foreigners to accept.

From the trendy term McDonald’s, Liu Jing could also tell this apparently middle-aged man’s son, the young foreign guy, was a China expert, at least quite adept at converting between British pounds and RMB.

"Eat your damn McDonald’s!"

Liu Ying hadn’t left yet, seeing the young foreigner gesticulating emotionally about the vegetable dish not being worth 86, she got angry on the spot, rudely putting her hands on her hips, "You’re comparing fast food with a classic dish? Why don’t you go to heaven! Even if you eat a hundred McDonald’s meals, they won’t compare to our plate of greens!"

"Hey!"

Liu Jing turned pale, never expecting this Little Demon King to explode at the slightest thing, her small body like a powder keg.

"The customer is God!" Liu Jing pleaded, "Little Auntie, customers should be coddled, you can’t scold them!"

"Phooey, in the New Juxia Building, the head chef is God!" Liu Ying unleashed an unrivaled aura, leaking a domineering air towards the astounded foreign guests, saying, "Eat or not, it’s your choice. If you don’t eat, you can leave, we won’t charge."

Liu Ying turned, imagining herself with a great aura, likely as dashing as a heroine with a carefree and elegant demeanor, right?

Yet as soon as she turned around, her little face wrinkled tightly.

Ah!

An impulse to squeeze into a corner and face the wall overwhelmed her, Liu Ying cried out in extreme shame inside, what on earth am I doing.

However, just then, Liu Ying’s heart spoke one line.

Customer is God?

Wrong.

At Juxia Building, once these "gods" tasted her master’s dishes, their white wings would surely fall to black feathers, crawling under the famous Demon King Xia’s feet, captivated forever.

Ha. Thinking this, Liu Ying cast aside her shame, humming, "No matter what kind of god you are, you must submit to the Black Heavenly Great Demon King!"

Hearing this, Liu Jing almost slipped and fell, what nonsense.

As the foreign family chattered away about the vegetable dish on the table and wanted to take photos, a voice cut in: "Sorry to interrupt, but if you don’t want this dish, could you possibly pass it to our table?"

The family looked up at the New York-accented voice.

With a polite smile, Chen Yang continued to ask, "Could you pass it to us? My mother wants to taste this dish as soon as possible..."

Hearing this, the family looked at Lin Qingfeng in surprise.

The elegant woman in the qipao, seeing their hesitation, shook her head, stood up, and walked over, pointing at the steaming stir-fried vegetables on the table and said, "This dish, priced at 86 yuan, is in my view very reasonable."

"Ingredients!"

Without saying much, Lin Qingfeng said with profound meaning, "Is this vegetable called ’Cowherd Points to Apricot Village’? Very interesting, the poem fits the occasion."

The family recognized Lin Qingfeng, suddenly amazed.

"Really?"

Even the most disagreeable young foreign man muttered, finally willing to set aside the vegetable’s portion temporarily and picked up a clean pair of chopsticks to taste.

Seeing his standard chopstick grip, Liu Jing thought, he really is a China expert.

With one chopstick, a corner of the vegetables in the dish was gone, about a quarter missing.

The young foreign man twitched his face, brought the vegetables on the chopsticks towards his mouth, his eyes showing a layer of confusion, "...Why do I taste a hint of alcohol?"

"Was too much cooking wine used?"

’Almond Cabbage’, in appearance, was no different from regular cabbage.

Moreover, after being stir-fried, the vegetables were unrecognizable, it’s normal the family didn’t recognize the currently trending fantasy veggie.

However, the moment the stir-fried vegetable entered his mouth, the young foreign man exclaimed, evidently tasting the ingredient for what it was.

In fact, aside from the intense, bitter almond flavor, ’Almond Cabbage’ carried a distinct alcoholic aroma as part of the ingredient’s inherent flavor.

Chewing the leaf was like chewing on wine leaves.

The taste of alcohol kept spreading.

The young man picked up a piece of meat and some shredded pickled vegetables, eating them with the leaves.

And so, bitterness transformed into sweetness, and the wine aroma bombarded his mind.

In the eyes of Chen Yang, Lin Qingfeng, Liu Jing, and Liu Ying, the young foreign man’s face began to twist, showing a beastly thirst as he gasped, "Can I, can I have a glass of wine?"

"Any wine will do!"

Hearing this, Chen Yang and Lin Qingfeng exchanged a glance.

’Almond Cabbage’ paired better with wine. This was common knowledge among all Food Tyrant Chefs, so the fact that the young foreign man requested a glass of wine while tasting it, demonstrated he was indeed an expert.