HLM -Chapter 1337 Three-Star Michelin

Now that Old Wang wasn’t short of money, he wanted to make the most of this trip to the Arctic Circle by eating at the best restaurant.

In Reykjavík, there was a Michelin three-star restaurant, and Eva had already reserved a table. After leaving, they headed straight there.

The restaurant was located in the bustling part of the city. At the entrance, there was a sign with no store name, only two lines:

“To understand a country, one of the most important things is to understand its food.”

“Surrounded by the ocean, Iceland’s richest ingredients are seafood. In the icy, snowy seasons, beef and lamb sustain the body’s energy. Vegetables are like snacks—eaten to cultivate taste or pass the time.”

Wang Bo read it and said, “Very good, very business-minded. They’re basically advertising their seafood and meat products, right?”

Eva replied, “This is Iceland summarizing its own culinary culture!”

The restaurant’s parking lot was filled with luxury cars. Compared to them, Wang Bo’s modified pickup truck seemed a bit shabby, but he had confidence in himself and didn’t feel out of place.
His parents didn’t mind either—they didn’t know much about luxury cars.

He left the little beasts in the car. Father Bo complained, “Why bring them out? They’re just a hassle.”

Eva quickly waved him off. “Don’t say that, Dad. The kids are sensitive—they can understand what you say.”

The little beasts poked their heads out, looking sulky. Father Bo patted them on the head and laughed, “I was just complaining casually. You guys are your parents’ treasures.”

Eva said, “Stay here obediently. We’ll negotiate and then bring you in.”

Hearing this, the little beasts perked up again.

It was Iceland’s off-season for tourism; otherwise, it would have been impossible to get a last-minute reservation at a three-star Michelin restaurant.

The restaurant was quite large, decorated primarily in Icelandic primitive style. Outside were lava and basalt, and the tables were made from raw wood, combining natural charm with exquisite craftsmanship.

The interior had many decorations. The largest was a Virgin Mary statue carved from a single log. On the walls hung wooden old sleds, the hearth shelves held pots and pans, and each table had a wooden wine rack—giving a distinctly exotic feel.

Seeing them, a server dressed in Icelandic traditional clothing approached. “Hello, how many in your party?”

Eva explained the situation. She had called ahead to request a private room so that pets could accompany them.

The server nodded and led them to the largest private room.

When Little Wang, Zhuang Ding, and the other little beasts appeared in the restaurant, the normally quiet place almost erupted.

Someone rubbed their eyes and asked, “Shit, is this a prehistoric invasion?”

Wang Bo hurriedly took the little beasts into the private room, and the commotion gradually subsided.

The private room had candle-lit shelves on the walls, surrounded by stained glass that made the flames shimmer in multiple colors.

After sitting down, Mother Bo remarked, “This restaurant is really reasonable, allowing pets to dine here. But you booked the largest room, didn’t you?”

Wang Bo pointed to the entrance. “This is the largest room. Only here can pets be brought in, and there’s a room fee—around a thousand bucks.”

Guided by the server, Eva ordered the meal. The server kept glancing at Little Wang, clearly impressed by the lion-tiger beasts’ majestic appearance.

Lunch began with a small cup of warm Prënin wine, followed by dishes dipped in blueberry sauce and Prënin wine: puffin, sea trout, crayfish, blue cod, lamb, malt-glazed small whale, and a skimmed yogurt mousse.

This was a set menu called “Unknown Journey.” It was named so because the specific dishes were mixed by the chef, meaning Wang Bo and his family had no idea what they were about to get.

Besides the set menu, there were other dishes, the main course being a roasted leg of lamb.

This roasted leg of lamb was famous; the chef had sliced it along the muscle grain. It looked like a whole leg, but the meat was actually spread out. Accompanying it were baby potatoes, which Wang Bo found uniquely delicious. He happily dug in.

The little beasts squatted nearby, drooling and staring at the leg of lamb without blinking.

For seafood, besides the lobster, Eva also ordered the spotted catfish. This fish came with ancient wheat noodles, dates, lobster sauce, and cauliflower—absolutely delicious.

Dale happily ate pudding, caramel pudding paired with ice cream and fruit sorbet, topped with fresh strawberries—a unique flavor.

Other dishes included bacon-wrapped scallops with dates, wild pig ham rolls with tuna, blue cod with spicy chorizo, beef loin with beetroot, mushroom soup, and foie gras—a dazzling spread.

Wang Bo didn’t worry about leftovers. Many of Eva’s choices were natural flavors, without heavy oil or salt, so the little beasts could also eat, avoiding waste.

After the meal, feeling warm and satisfied, Wang Bo led his family on their afternoon itinerary.

As they left, a server couldn’t help asking, “Sir, are you a druid?”

Wang Bo laughed heartily. Looking at the colonel and political commissar on his shoulders, the little beasts on his arms, and the other pets following excitedly, he really did resemble a druid from Norse mythology.

Reykjavík was a tourist city with many attractions and very clean streets, making walking around pleasant.

First, they visited Hallgrímskirkja, one of the city’s iconic buildings. The church had a novel design with a pipe organ structure. The main hall was over 30 meters tall, and the main tower 72 meters high. To go up, visitors needed to take an elevator, which offered a panoramic view of the city.

Wang Bo didn’t go up—after all, their BACH already offered a full view of the city, and the building was better admired from below.

“The church’s funding comes entirely from the congregation and donations from the faithful. The locals’ devotion is truly sincere,” Eva remarked.

Wang Bo replied, “The faithful in Sunset Town are also devoted. Our church was built with their donations, and I even donated a piece of land.”

“Then God will surely let you into heaven,” Eva patted his shoulder.

The afternoon sightseeing was casual; they didn’t have time for a deep exploration, just a general look around.

During this, Wang Bo realized he didn’t really need to buy so many books.

Reykjavík’s evenings were lively, with many shops holding events.

There were European-style cafés, nightclubs with live performances, senior dance halls, sports bars with large screens, cafés serving over a hundred types of beer, Irish pubs, Spanish cafés, and French wine bars…

These venues all had staff handing out flyers with event times and formats. After a full circuit, Wang Bo found many activities that piqued his interest.