Food Stall: Customers Chase Me across the Country

Chapter 424 - 422: Departure to Gaul, The Chinese Home

Wang Fan finally met up with the main group.

And wouldn’t you know it, there was a familiar face.

It was Xue Feng, the grand-disciple of Master Luo, who once made off with Wang Fan’s big spatula.

Xue Feng was extremely excited to have this opportunity, and with his extensive network, he introduced the other chefs to Wang Fan.

Including Wang Fan, there were a total of fifteen chefs to ensure the meals of 405 athletes and more than 300 other staff members, absolutely ample.

These chefs were carefully selected, most of them star restaurant chefs or their most prized apprentices.

Both Wang Fan and Xue Feng were considered the least experienced, with many of the others having over 15 years of experience, basically uncle-level figures.

Aside from Cantonese Cuisine, there were also top Sichuan Cuisine chefs.

Chen Menglong was the leader of this chef team, though not as renowned as Master Luo, he was one of the leading figures in Meizhou cuisine, currently looking at Wang Fan with a smile.

The two hadn’t interacted before, but Chen Menglong knew of Wang Fan.

During the flooding in Meizhou, it was this young man who was the first to support, ensuring food supply for a large number of affected citizens.

As a Meizhou native, Chen Menglong was very grateful to Wang Fan.

It’s often said that even a small favor is to be repaid generously; when he received this task, he immediately thought of whether Wang Fan would be willing to participate.

As it turned out, he was also recommended by the city leaders, so he naturally agreed smoothly.

"Hello Mr. Wang, although it’s our first meeting, I’ve long admired you from afar. On behalf of the people of Meizhou, thank you."

Chen Menglong wasn’t putting on airs, instead extending his hand warmly and giving Wang Fan a firm handshake.

Wang Fan hurriedly said, "No need to thank me, I only did what I could."

Chen Menglong said with a smile, "I won’t say more thankful words. From now on, we’re friends. If you need anything, just let me know."

After a brief chat, everyone boarded a bus heading to the airport.

The athletes had already moved into the Olympic Village, and from the pictures and videos they posted, it’s clear that the online rumors were true.

Leaving aside the poor living conditions, the food available was simply unwatchable.

It was basically all salads with an occasional addition of some grilled fish patties or chicken, and the most ridiculous part was that there was a limit on portions!

They had valid reasons, claiming this Olympics prioritized energy conservation and environmental protection, hence all ingredients used were locally sourced in the country, and naturally, there wasn’t enough to go around, leading to portion limits.

It’s not just that our athletes are spoiled; every single athlete had complaints about it.

Considering the massive energy consumption from training and competition, basic meat protein intake is absolutely necessary. Are they supposed to eat technology instead of food?

Not just Huaxia, other countries also sent their own chef teams to France to ensure their athletes’ meals.

Korea even sent their own chefs.

The Korean chef team confidently declared they would ensure their athletes enjoyed the best food in the entire universe, which would also be the most nutritious.

Seeing the photos of various kimchi dishes, Wang Fan couldn’t help but think this chef, Park Guochang, was full of hot air.

Who could sustain a proper diet just by eating kimchi?

A few torn leaves with some seasoning boiled into a stew is their legendary soybean paste soup?

Heh...

Looking at the so-called Korean cuisine passed over by Xue Feng, Wang Fan couldn’t help but twitch at the corner of his mouth.

There’s really no discrimination here, but in our place, these things would just hang out in the condiment section. If someone dared to serve this as the main dish, they’d instantly offend a whole bunch of guests.

The flight from Beijing to Paris takes about 11 hours, with a time difference of roughly six hours.

Everyone was relatively quiet on the plane, Wang Fan and Zhuo Qianqian hadn’t slept much the previous night, so they used this time to catch up on sleep, since it would be daytime when they arrived in Paris, with lots to do.

Zhuo Qianqian’s head rested on Wang Fan’s shoulder, Wang Fan’s face pressed against her head, creating a warm scene that made Xue Feng feel like he was feasting on dog food all over again.

Wang Fan and his group didn’t stay in the Olympic Village.

Initially, they could have, but since other countries had also sent their chef teams, it was no longer an option.

Fortunately, the embassy acted very quickly, setting up a Huaxia House not far from the Olympic Village.

Athletes could come over to eat or order food when it wasn’t convenient to come, with staff delivering the meals afterward.

When chefs from other countries were still scratching their heads over where to cook, Wang Fan and his group had already done an intensive shopping spree.

Additionally, with ingredients they brought from home, it would be enough to ensure these athletes could enjoy the most sumptuous foods.

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For the arrival of the Huaxia culinary team, the athletes were naturally thrilled.

But there was another group equally, if not more, excited.

This group was the overseas students.

Gu Zhengchao would go to the Huaxia House for a look every day after school, and today was no exception.

They say France is one of the three great global gastronomic nations, but Gu Zhengchao was just an ordinary student who couldn’t afford high-end restaurants, and the so-called street-food delicacies were torturous to his Huaxia-tuned palate.

Even the supposedly Huaxia restaurants had adapted too much to local tastes, and he couldn’t get accustomed to them at all.

So, in these two years of studying in France, he forced himself to learn several Huaxia dishes.

Tomato scrambled eggs, cucumber scrambled eggs, scallion scrambled eggs were all he could master.

As for other dishes, tried to learn, but never succeeded.

Today, as he habitually glanced over at Huaxia House, that one glance made him tremble with excitement.

They’ve arrived! They’ve arrived! They’ve arrived!

The homeland’s disaster relief squad had finally arrived!

He took out his phone, snapped a picture, and quickly shared it in their small student group chat: "Brothers, the motherland’s relief supplies have arrived, come quickly to savor the smell!"

He knew this was mainly to ensure the athletes’ meals, uncertain if it would be open to the public.

But even if it wasn’t, just seeing it and smelling it would be enough to comfort his Huaxia stomach!

"Whoa whoa! Is it true? Is it true?"

"Damn! They really came, I saw several people busy inside!"

"Oh my gosh, come on, is there any brave soul willing to ask if they’re going to sell to outsiders?!"

"Three years, do you know how I survived these three years?! Foie gras, caviar as big as a ping pong ball, and giant snails every day, who could eat these all the time?! Apart from these, there’s just a ton of sickeningly sweet salads and cakes!"

"The school cafeteria is all cold food, all of it! I had a stomach ache for three whole months! The stuff that came out was green! I just want to eat some Lao Gan Ma fried rice now!"

"Brothers, follow me, just take a bowl and squat at the Huaxia House entrance saying nothing, we’re sure to get one or two meals, I’ve got experience with this, used to hang around the embassy entrance, got several dumpling meals."