"Glowing cuisine?!"
Someone exclaimed, and a chorus of gasps filled the air.
"How is it possible? How could glowing-level cuisine appear in such a dilapidated roadside shop! Even five-star hotels rarely have it!"
The man's voice was filled with shock. At the same time, the sound of chairs scraping against the floor echoed as the customers who had been waiting for their food at their own tables all gathered around the girl and her grandmother.
"And it's just a bowl of noodles that looks extremely simple! The difficulty in making such a dish glow is exceptionally high. Has the head chef's skill reached this level?!"
There were many people present, and some of them were knowledgeable. Even if they hadn't seen a pig run, they had eaten pork. Understanding the culinary skill displayed in this dish, how could they not be shocked!
A chef of this caliber was actually in Denmark!
"Unbelievable! Glowing cuisine really exists in this world! Although it was only for a brief moment, I can be sure that what I saw wasn't an illusion!"
A group of people surrounded the longevity noodles, their faces filled with intense desire and greed, saliva flooding their mouths, and even their souls trembling!
"Name your price! For this bowl of noodles, I'm willing to pay 10,000 kroner!"
"10,000 kroner to eat cuisine of this level?! That's a pipe dream! I'll pay 50,000 kroner! Just let me slurp a mouthful of the noodles!"
"I'll pay 20,000 kroner! Let me drink a sip of the soup, and in the future, I can brag to others that I've eaten glowing cuisine!"
In an instant, the dining restaurant turned into a bidding site. Diners offered prices one after another, all wanting to taste the legendary glowing cuisine.
If they weren't worried about offending that great chef and being barred from entering again, they would have already snatched it!
This was glowing-level cuisine! In the outside market, a serving would cost at least a million, a dish that only a five-star special chef could make!
"Alright, everyone, please disperse. This is a longevity noodle dish specially prepared for the birthday star. If you want to eat it, bring your birth certificate on your birthday, and I will make it for you too, for free."
Looking at the gathered diners, Dylan, who had just come out of the kitchen, couldn't help but frown. After thinking for a moment, he understood the reason and spoke.
Because his cooking skills were very high, any dish he made would be glowing-level, even a simple bowl of longevity noodles.
This was the result of maxing out all basic skills such as knife skills, heat control, and seasoning!
"Free for birthdays?"
"Glowing cuisine is actually free?! How terrifying! This is glowing cuisine! Shouldn't it be handled with extreme care and caution, and only one dish made with great difficulty out of dozens or hundreds? Could this also be..."
Watching Dylan serve a plate of pan-fried sea bass to the girl and the old grandmother's table, a man in a suit swallowed his saliva, his eyes full of longing.
He had never wanted to eat like a beast as much as he did today! But in this situation, he probably wouldn't even get a chance before being pulled away.
"Gulu, besides birthdays, is there any other way to eat glowing cuisine? Please, I'll do anything!"
A curvaceous woman who looked no more than sixteen or seventeen years old with wavy hair said this. Her figure was very attractive, and she deliberately shook herself twice while speaking, as if hinting at something.
While speaking, she also tried to reach out and grab Dylan's arm, wanting to hug him directly, but he skillfully dodged her.
"I don't make moves easily. Today I was just in the mood, so I made a bowl of birthday noodles for the old lady.
But you can look forward to the head chef of this shop. She also has the level of a special-grade chef. I can't guarantee anything else, but satisfying your tongues won't be a problem."
Looking at the young woman's subtle expression, which seemed a bit disappointed, Dylan felt a bit disgusted and then said in a deep voice to everyone present.
"Special-grade chef? The head chef of this shop is actually a special-grade chef! Unbelievable! There are less than five special-grade chefs in all of Denmark!"
"This person is already so amazing, then wouldn't the head chef of this shop be even more amazing?! Maybe she can also make glowing cuisine!"
Someone speculated, and enthusiastic discussions broke out. The atmosphere in the restaurant became lively for a moment, but Dylan frowned.
"Alright, everyone, go back to your seats and don't disturb others' meals."
Dylan reached out and patted the table, wanting to attract everyone's attention at once, but no one in the room paid him any attention.
After learning that he wouldn't cook for them and wasn't the head chef of this shop, his value plummeted infinitely. Therefore, these customers didn't care about him at all, still talking and chatting excitedly, some even wanting to buy that bowl of longevity noodles.
"I'll say it one more time, all of you get back to your seats and stop disturbing other people's meals! If you don't want to stay here, then get out! Since you've come to my restaurant, you have to abide by my rules.
And this shop has only one rule: if you want to stay here and eat, you must listen to me. My words must be absolutely obeyed, otherwise, don't come back!"
Seeing that the scene was still noisy, Dylan directly raised his inner strength to his throat and let out a shout similar to a 'lion's roar.' A terrifying aura permeated his entire body, pressing down like a torrential rain, making people feel a chill in their hearts.
"It's just a meal, is it necessary to be so serious? Anyone who doesn't know would think it's some kind of auction. Don't you know that the customer is God..."
Swallowing his saliva, seemingly a bit ashamed and annoyed at being frightened, a man in casual clothes muttered softly in the crowd. Just as he was about to return to his seat, he looked up and found Dylan staring at him.
"Wh... what are you doing?!"
The casually dressed man tried to appear calm, but the aura Dylan had released earlier was directed at everyone, and the pressure on individuals wasn't that strong.
But now, the other party seemed angry, and all the pressure was directed at him, which made his face turn pale.
"Get out of here right now! You are not welcome here. Don't force my hand!"
Dylan looked at him with icy eyes. Perhaps having stayed in this world for too long, he had almost forgotten the feeling he had in the Dark Cooking Society.
"You should feel fortunate to live in such a peaceful era. Otherwise, not to mention chopping you up to feed the dogs, it would be impossible for you to walk out of here with all your limbs intact."
Dylan bent down, his voice containing a hint of restraint. The muscles all over his body bulged at this moment, stretching his extremely loose clothes taut, which made the man's legs tremble.
At this moment, he only felt as if he was being stared at by a prehistoric beast. The black eyes in front of him seemed to turn blood red, and fangs protruded from the mouth...
"Ah! Help! There's a monster!"
Suddenly, the casually dressed man screamed, and a patch of wetness appeared on his pants. Then he scrambled out of the shop, crawling and rolling, shouting loudly as he went. The surrounding pedestrians, seeing this, silently dialed the phone number of the nearby mental hospital.
The security in mental hospitals these days was really bad, allowing patients to run out so casually!
"Alright, everyone, just eat your meals normally. As long as you don't do anything too outrageous, I won't interfere. What happened just now was just normal maintenance of restaurant order. The taste of the food will definitely satisfy you."
After dealing with the casually dressed young man, Dylan turned to look at the crowd behind him, trying his best to put on a kind and honest smile.
At this moment, the customers who had originally gathered together had all returned to their seats, sitting upright and looking straight ahead, which seemed a bit comical.
And Dylan, in order to salvage his image, only said a few simple words. However, apart from the girl and the old grandmother he had just helped, no one dared to look him directly in the face.
"Tsk."
Feeling the atmosphere in the restaurant, Dylan clicked his tongue and patted his neck lightly, then walked towards the back kitchen without looking back. He had to go and guide Alice Nakiri to prevent these customers from spreading rumors outside.
The way to solve such negative reviews was also very simple: use absolute deliciousness to make them willingly stay here.
For the people of this world, delicious food could even outweigh life. As long as they could eat top-notch cuisine, they would be willing to pay any price.
This was somewhat similar to the world of Cooking Master Boy. The only pity was that this world didn't seem to have a Dark Cooking Society in the traditional sense.
Perhaps it existed, but he just hadn't found it yet.
However, this was also one of the purposes of his journey. If a Dark Cooking Society existed in this world, then let him inherit it!
In his memory, there seemed to be one in Japan, but the personnel composition of that Dark Cooking Society was too childish, and their strength was pitifully weak, not recognized by him. He could find an opportunity to recruit and train them later. They might be useful in the future.
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