Enforcer Manual
Chapter 637 - : It’s Time to Set Off_1

Chapter 637: 637 Chapter: It’s Time to Set Off_1

In fact, a long time ago, Lu Xiang had also brought up the idea of opening a restaurant with Song Lan while chatting leisurely.

If one day they could no longer continue as Law Enforcers, they could find a city in a Neutral Country far from worldly strife, start their own restaurant, and then lead a slow-paced life.

He remembered the advice Lu Xiang had given him before they parted and saw himself as a chef who had come to a strange city with dreams, working in a high-class restaurant.

The restaurant staff warmly welcomed Song Lan’s arrival.

They had already made preparations in advance, and the grandeur at the entrance of the high-class restaurant took him by surprise.

A holographic advertising poster stood at the most conspicuous place at the entrance of the restaurant, which looked like a resplendent palace, its classical architectural style perfectly merged with technological elements. The executive chef told him that today many VIPs would visit the restaurant, and regular customers, having seen their advertising posters, couldn’t wait to taste the exotic flavors from the Neutral Country.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the entire kitchen staff plunged into the hustle and bustle of preparations.

This was also Song Lan’s first time entering a formal kitchen assembly line. As a professional chef, today he wasn’t just facing Lu Xiang and Yeying, but patrons who had come because of their fame.

Massive advertising is a double-edged sword.

If his dishes could satisfy the customers, he would become famous in a short time; but if there were any mistakes, not only would his career as a chef be finished, but he would also jeopardize the restaurant.

Fortunately, it was the year 2167, an era where fine dining was in decline due to the widespread use of nutrient injections.

He studied the menu and found that even the main dishes in the most upscale restaurants in the Second District were mostly common roasts and grills, which by pre-Third War standards could only be described as utterly ordinary.

What’s more, most kitchen chores were taken over by machinery and artificial intelligence.

The restaurant’s executive chef had been prepared for a hard battle, knowing that the titles advertised by the restaurant were fake, and the person assigned to them was not a professional chef from the Neutral Country, but an agent. He probably only knew some basic cooking skills, so the bulk of the kitchen work would still have to be completed by them.

However, as work began, the head chef became utterly bewildered.

"If I remember correctly, didn’t they send us an agent, not a chef?"

Since they couldn’t intervene at all with the dishes Song Lan prepared, they could only stand by the kitchen door, looking on like wallflowers. In the meantime, the head chef had to secretly pull the sous chef aside and ask out the full measure of his doubts.

Why did the scene now seem like Song Lan was far more professional than they were?

"More to the point, have these memories always been so useful?"

The sous chef was equally puzzled.

Back in the day, they spent a whole week getting familiar with various machines and artificial intelligence, with minor accidents happening all the time, and even now, those assembly line chefs still occasionally make mistakes.

But under Song Lan’s operation, these AIs seemed to transcend the constraints of their programs and gain independent thinking. Song Lan was alone in his actions, yet the entire kitchen seemed to become an extension of his limbs.

Tasting, seasoning, plating—everything was conducted in silence with impeccable order.

The kitchen, which they were all familiar with, "came to life" before them.

The observing assembly line chefs likewise whispered among themselves. They heard the conversation between the head chef and sous chef, but those two must be crazy or blind—the strangest part in the entire kitchen was, after all, the spectacle of a bird acting as a chef, wasn’t it?

Beyond basic food prep tasks, every dish Song Lan inspected eventually passed through this bird for validation. Not only could this bird talk, but it seemed to have an unparalleled palette, capable of detecting the most subtle changes in flavor.

Many hung their heads in shame.

Compared to Song Lan, who seemed to devote his whole being to the kitchen, they, as chefs, only thought about getting by day-to-day, serving food that was just passable.

They had almost forgotten how long it had been since the restaurant had introduced a new dish.

Right now, Song Lan had indeed entered a state of utmost focus.

Whether facing his work, directly confronting Six Stars rescuers, Langinus, or the former head of Purple Wisteria Academy, he had never been as serious as he was now.

The Spiritual Energy he wielded enveloped every corner of the kitchen, allowing him to multitask effortlessly, keeping him aware of every minute change, which helped him better assess the possibility of opening his own restaurant in the Neutral Country or a large city after he had saved enough money.

With the help of artificial intelligence, this task seemed to hold endless possibilities.

In this state, the passage of time became irrelevant. His job was to exhaust all his knowledge, to recreate recipes that existed before the Third War, and to reduce steps and preparation time as much as possible based on the features of AI and machinery.

This demanded a higher level of precision in his skills.

When he snapped out of that state, the sky outside the window had completely darkened, and the executive chef, returning from the front hall, looked relieved yet couldn’t hide the joy in his eyes.

Just moments ago, they had seen off the last table of guests at the restaurant.

"Found it...!"

His voice trembled as he spoke, which made him involuntarily recall the days when he had just been assigned to District 2. In order to rapidly develop him into a qualified executive chef, Military Intelligence Section Seven had provided him with a plethora of recipes preserved from before the war, which had allowed him to initially stand out among his peers in competition.

But those recipes would run out one day.

After firmly establishing themselves in District 2, they had been in a standstill for quite a while.

Until today, when Song Lan came to this kitchen and showed them an unprecedented scene, he also made them realize that there were countless places in the wilderness of cuisine waiting for them to explore.

"You are the one who can lead us out of our current situation."

The head chef gripped Song Lan’s hand tightly, "We will follow in your footsteps!"

...

Ivan spent the whole night anxiously.

Even though he had given the medicine powder to Song Lan, standing out among the distinguished guests still depended on his own abilities.

When the city returned to silence, his good friend, the head chef of the restaurant, finally called him.

"How is it, did things go smoothly?"

The moment the call connected, Ivan asked eagerly.

"Ivan, I’ve made my decision."

The voice on the other end of the phone seemed somewhat heavy, which made Ivan’s heart skip a beat.

Could it be...

Did Song Lan’s debut as a chef encounter a hiccup?

"Thanks to you for sending Agent Song Lan here, we’ve been treading water for too long, and it’s time to make some changes."

Ivan was more puzzled.

But the head chef’s tone didn’t seem like something had gone wrong with the debut.

"What exactly are you trying to say?"

"I have a new goal in life."

By this time, the restaurant had already closed.

The head chef stood on the rooftop, with a bottle of opened champagne on the table beside him.

Illuminated by the bright moonlight, he looked up at the star-studded night sky, his heart surging with aspirations for the future.

"I want to make this place, not just the best in the United Government, but the best in the entire world!"

...

A series of question marks appeared above Ivan’s head, which multiplied from one to three.

It took him a long time to recover from his shock.

Your mother’s next goal should be to figure out how to use years of accumulated relationships to help Song Lan infiltrate the castle, right?

Why would an agent from Military Intelligence Section Seven want to actually open a restaurant?

But these questions were doomed to remain unanswered.

The head chef had long since hung up the phone, leaving Ivan enveloped in the silence of the night.