Although he really wanted to figure out which step had gone wrong, the overwhelming number of orders left him with no time to breathe. He had to concentrate entirely on the dense ocean of starch sausages in front of him.

"Sir, your five sausages are ready!"

"Four spicy, two cumin for the lady! Please come and get your meal!"

"Customer in the back... What, eight sausages? Eh, for now, there are only three. Please start with those, the rest will be ready soon, please be patient."

The box next to him, originally filled with starch sausages, was rapidly emptying at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In just over ten minutes, more than half the box was gone. At this rate, selling out two boxes wouldn’t take long.

He quickly took a moment to grab the walkie-talkie from his waist.

"Lucas, Lucas, you need to speed up. Business is booming on my end, and I estimate a full box will be used up in just over twenty minutes!"

"Within twenty minutes, you have to find time to deliver a batch of goods, I can’t step away!"

"What the heck?? You... hey, really? Is it that exaggerated?"

Lucas, who had been leisurely peeling the casing of the sausages in the back kitchen, was dumbfounded upon receiving Lin Chen’s message.

What Lin Chen had taken was the result of half an hour’s hard work by three people.

And now, in just over ten minutes, half was gone??

What is wrong with these foreigners, are they like hungry beasts, never tasted starch sausages before?

"What did the chef just say?"

Dais and Elsa both looked over. Lucas sighed and repeated what Lin Chen had said, then found a box and poured all the processed starch sausages into it, filling more than half the box.

"I’ll go deliver these first. When I get back, I’ll check online how to peel this stuff faster, otherwise, we definitely won’t keep up at this rate."

In Great Xia, he hadn’t eaten starch sausages infrequently, sometimes adding one when cooking instant noodles. But producing them in large quantities like this was a first for him, so it wasn’t unusual to lack experience.

If even he wasn’t good at it, then Dais and Elsa, who learned from him, certainly wouldn’t be either.

Making the cuts was simple, but most of the time was wasted on peeling the plastic casing off the starch sausages.

As he pushed the cart outside the restaurant, he could see from afar that by the food cart were many customers holding large handfuls of sausages, each with a skewer of roasted sausages.

His mouth twitched, and he sighed silently in his heart.

Why is it so hard to slack off!

"Timing-wise, those two new employees should arrive in Paris around noon, right? They’ll definitely be here in the afternoon, and we’ll be free from tomorrow!"

Once the newbies arrive, he can stop working on this part-time job without any guilt.

Those two are professionals at least, hard to compare with someone like him who’s not even halfway there.

Compared to cooking and prep work, he still prefers making quick desserts like iced jelly or shaved ice. They’re not difficult, taste good, look attractive, and are popular, which suits his handsome image.

Thinking about it, it has indeed been a while since he sold desserts. He planned to talk it over with Lin Chen after the stall was closed.

"I’ve put them here for you!"

Not putting them on the food cart to avoid affecting Lin Chen’s operations, he placed the box on the truck floor, turned, and left with the cart, already pulling out his phone to search online for ’how to quickly peel a starch sausage’.

And there it was!

Randomly clicking on the most viewed video, it turned out to be quite short, only about twenty seconds.

"Wow, it’s really that simple??"

"Quick, give me a starch sausage, I’m insanely good now!"

After watching the video, Lucas felt a surge of powerful confidence, quickly darting back to the kitchen. He grabbed a bamboo skewer, aimed its sharp tip just below the metal ring on the sausage, and thrust it in.

"Pop!"

The plastic casing was even more fragile than he expected, easily pierced through with a gentle push.

There was a knack to where the skewer was inserted, avoiding the seam-sealed area of the plastic, essentially the sausage’s body where a conspicuous strip of plastic ran from end to end.

Once the tip was inserted, a simple twist to the left or right would effortlessly sever the plastic below the metal ring, like slicing through it with a small knife.

Then, gently pulling the skewer towards his body, the thicker plastic seam, along with the thin surrounding plastic, would be easily ripped off.

His eyes lit up, and he quickly grabbed another starch sausage to try it out. From start to finish, it only took about three seconds to remove that troublesome plastic casing!

"Come on, give me your sausages. I’ll peel them, you only need to cut. Anyway, my Sword Skills are poor."

"Huh? You learned it that fast?"

The two women immediately paused their actions, curiously staring at the bamboo skewer in his hand, with two pieces of plastic stuck on its tip.

Lucas patted his chest and raised his chin, saying, "Of course, watch me!"

With a casual grab of a sausage, a pierce, a twist, a pull with the bamboo skewer, within two or three seconds, a complete pink starch sausage appeared in his hand.

"???

"???"

The two women were a bit confused, blinking their eyes, thinking they might have been seeing things.

"Alright, if you want to try it, you can leave a few for yourselves to play with later. For now, let’s focus on work. The chef is really busy over there, so let’s cut these quickly. The sooner we finish, the sooner we can go over to help."

Lucas moved all the boxes of sausages from the two women’s side of the table in front of him, stacking them up, and started peeling them at full speed.

The two women nodded, suppressing their curiosity, and concentrated on making cuts on the sausages.

To be honest, with a bit of a trick, Lucas peeled the sausages incredibly fast. Especially as he peeled more, he became increasingly skilled, to the point where he could peel one every two seconds by the end.

Even though there were two people making cuts, they gradually struggled to keep up with his peeling speed, and the pile of sausages in front of him grew higher and higher, forming a small mountain.

Seeing the two unable to match his speed, Lucas felt a great sense of pride, suddenly achieving some sort of enlightenment.

Is this what it feels like when the head chef guides the newcomers?

Honestly, it feels pretty great!

He put down the skewer he was holding, shook his slightly sore wrist, picked up a sharp knife, and helped them make cuts on the starch sausages, giving his left hand a chance to rest as well.

Time ticked by second by second.

More and more customers grabbed their hot starch sausages, some even walked into the restaurant holding them, eager to taste the chef’s skill here.

"What’s that? It looks like some kind of sausage, but why is it shaped like that?"

"Strange, isn’t the breakfast from the food cart outside supposed to be a set meal? How did it become sausages?"

"That sausage looks pretty interesting, probably tastes good too. Is it still time to buy some now?"

"You should’ve told me they were selling sausages! If I had known, I would’ve bought some before coming in to dine!"

"Waiter!"

Helena, who was weaving through the dining area, heard the customer calling and quickly put the tray she was holding into the plastic box on the cart.

"Coming!"

"Is there anything I can help you with?"

The customers at this table were three young guys who had just come in and were on their first round of food.

With a sweet smile on her face, Helena stood by the table and glanced at them with an inquiring look.

"Can we purchase food from the food cart over there by lining up ourselves?"

One of the guys pointed outside, though his gaze was fixed on the neighboring table’s man holding a handful of sausages.

"Yes, sir," Helena nodded, "This is a unique operating mode designed by our restaurant’s two chefs. Inside is self-service, and outside is ordered, allowing guests to enjoy a variety of flavors."

"So if I want to try the food outside, how long do I have to queue up?"

"Uh... well..."

Helena hesitated visibly and said, "Based on past experiences, at least half an hour, probably longer."

"If I go wait in line, can my dining time be extended?"

"I’m sorry, but that’s not possible. Since we are a buffet, many other guests are still waiting to come in to dine."

The man nodded in disappointment, the light in his eyes dimming. He sighed.

"Alright then, thank you for your explanation."

"You’re welcome, feel free to call me anytime if you have more questions~"

Though he hadn’t really held out much hope, hearing this result was undeniably disappointing.

"Never mind, it’s a buffet, these are the rules. The time starts counting from when we sit down. Although normally no one will rush us, there’s definitely no extending the time."

"It’s just fried sausages; how special could they be? It’s just cut to look nicer, not as delicious as these exquisite dishes!"

His two companions tried to console him as they eagerly picked up their knives and forks to enjoy the delicious food in front of them.

The breakfast offerings at this restaurant were far richer than those at ordinary restaurants outside, and the ingredients looked extremely fresh. Most importantly, the price was so cheap.

For fifteen euros, you could only order a snack in some bars or bistros, but here you could eat to your heart’s content!

With this price, even if the food was just normal, they couldn’t find any faults.

Compared to that, the fried sausages, apart from looking novel, weren’t special at all.

The young man nodded, picked up his fork, speared a leaf of crisp green lettuce, added a slice of cheese, and stuffed them into his mouth, chewing.

As he chewed, his gaze unconsciously drifted again to the guy at the next table.

The handful of sausages had notably fewer, as the man was munching on two in his right hand, his lips stained with red chili oil.

"Gulp" 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

He swallowed secretly, not quite sure what was wrong with himself. He absolutely couldn’t suppress this urge to try the sausage.

Typically, he’s a sausage fanatic—fried, grilled, boiled, smoked—it’s all his favorite.

On working days, his lunch usually consists of two hot dogs from the streets. On weekends at home, if he can’t think of anything to eat, he fries some smoked sausages to make do.

He didn’t expect to encounter the chef’s exotic sausage dishes on this outing, and if he didn’t give them a try, it’d be as if he’d never come!