Food Stall: Customers Chase Me across the Country

Chapter 429 - 427: Touring Paris and Michelin Restaurant Tasting

After finishing their morning and evening chores, Wang Fan and the others had nothing more to do. The athletes had to prepare for the opening ceremony at lunch and dinner, so they wouldn’t be coming here to eat, and they could take a break today.

Wang Fan and Zhuo Qianqian had already planned to go out for a stroll.

Having lived two lives, this was Wang Fan’s first time traveling abroad.

The online praises of Paris had always been legendary, making Wang Fan a bit excited.

But the scene outside the door left him utterly stunned.

"Your sister’s waist is not a waist, it’s the scimitar of death, your sister’s legs are not legs, they’re the spring water by the Seine River."

Wang Fan used to think that this description was absolutely fitting to describe his girlfriend, but after actually seeing the Seine River, he felt these words were completely unworthy to describe her.

This yellowish water couldn’t even compare to Sayram Lake; any stream in Great Border was 10086 times better than this.

He hadn’t even reached the riverbank yet, and a faint but pungent odor made him wrinkle his nose.

"Isn’t this water too dirty?"

Zhuo Qianqian shrugged: "There’s not much that can be done about it, industrial and domestic wastewater is directly discharged, no river can withstand such abuse."

Wang Fan remembered the previous news: "Didn’t they say 10 billion was spent on pollution control? How is it still like this? Can this water be used for competitions?"

Zhuo Qianqian transformed into a science geek and explained: "Whether it can be used for competition isn’t easy to say, but I saw the news recently that the E. coli levels have reached 10 times the maximum threshold standard, which is no longer a pathogenic standard, but a lethal one."

"Even if they just wasted 10 billion, there should be some noticeable effect, why does it feel like it didn’t help at all?"

Zhuo Qianqian said: "This is mainly related to Paris’s sewer system. Although this sewer system has always been a source of pride for Paris, it was built in the 19th century and is considered a riverine sewer system.

This sewer system, which treats domestic wastewater, also handles rainfall; when the rainfall is low, domestic wastewater and rainwater are sent together to treatment plants, treated, and then recycled back into the environment.

But as soon as the rain gets heavy, the water level in the sewers rises. To prevent the mixed wastewater from overflowing into the streets, the Seine River acts as a valve.

Simply put, if it rains heavily, whether from flushed toilets or street animals, everything is flushed directly into the Seine River. There was just a storm in Paris a few days ago, so you can imagine how dirty the water is."

"Sigh, this is just fixing nothing,"

Wang Fan lamented.

Zhuo Qianqian sneered: "This is a classic case of not even copying homework properly. Since 2008, the percentage of water bodies in categories 1-3 in Huaxia increased from 27.4% to 83.4%, while those worse than category 5 dropped from 36.5% to 0.6%. Wastewater treatment involves many aspects, and they’ve merely built a giant reservoir 50 meters wide and 34 meters deep, thinking that alone could resolve the issue?

Even if the volume of this reservoir is okay, their fragile drainage pipes can’t handle it, and when it rains heavily, the water still ends up in the Seine River, so in the end, it’s just fixing nothing."

Wang Fan gave a thumbs-up: "Not bad for a science geek."

Zhuo Qianqian flashed a proud smile, enjoying Wang Fan’s compliment.

Their destination was the Eiffel Tower.

The first time Wang Fan saw the Eiffel Tower with his own eyes, he was struck by its magnificence and majesty. It soared into the clouds, standing tall in the center of Paris, like a giant steel sentinel.

It was so grand, each inch of rust seemed to tell a piece of history.

It...

No way, just can’t keep praising it.

Wang Fan thought this thing looked more like an ordinary high-voltage transmission tower.

After seeing the splendor of the Guangfu Xiaomanwa, this tower really left him with no impression.

And there were many small vendors underneath the tower, selling all sorts of things; he even saw two people selling boiled corn, which really didn’t seem so prestigious.

Today, Wang Fan was going to the restaurant located on the second floor of the Eiffel Tower, Le Jules Verne.

This restaurant was also where Macron once hosted Trump, adding a bit of legendary charm.

The head chef of this restaurant is even more legendary, known as the "Nine-star Chef God," Allen Ducasse.

And this nickname is because he runs three three-star Michelin restaurants, and now it seems he could be called the 11-star Chef God?

Allen Ducasse is widely known in the culinary world for his unique creativity, attention to detail, and relentless pursuit of perfection in cooking. He is also Zhuo Qianqian’s mentor, once highly recommended by a Michelin gourmet.

Normally, reservations here require a wait of over a month, but Zhuo Qianqian relied on her teacher’s connections to book it directly.

Today, Wang Fan and Zhuo Qianqian dressed rather formally, not because they’re ill, wearing formal attire in the middle of summer, but because it’s a requirement of the restaurant. If you don’t dress properly, they have the right to refuse service to you, and it must be said that the social standing of chefs abroad is indeed quite high.

Le Jules Verne restaurant has a private elevator, costing just 8 Euros to enjoy the exclusive ride.

Although paying 8 Euros just to ride an elevator was a bit distressing for Wang Fan, compared to climbing over 100 meters up the stairs, it seemed much more acceptable.

Riding the private elevator up to the restaurant, as soon as Wang Fan stepped in, he felt the difference.

Gentle music filled the air, and the elegant decor was striking, even the staff were all dressed in suits and ties.

Every server exuded a calm demeanor, allowing one to distinctly feel the uniqueness of the place.

After checking their reservation information, a staff member led them to their table.

A tall, fair-skinned waiter presented the menu to them. Although Zhuo Qianqian wasn’t very familiar with French, the menu had English.

As for Wang Fan, he could only read it using a phonetic style.

"Sir, there are two lunch sets available, either five courses or seven courses; the five-course one is 170 Euro, and the seven-course one costs 20 Euro more."

Wang Fan said: "Let’s go for the seven courses."

Even though spending 2000 RMB for a meal was surprising to Wang Fan, being already there, trying more dishes could give more insight into one of the world’s three major cuisines.

After the waiter said "Enjoy your lunch" in English, he calmly left, soon returning with a trolley.

"Would sir and madam like some champagne?"

Upon hearing Zhuo Qianqian’s translation, Wang Fan nodded, knowing that many French foods are paired with various wines.

After pouring them half a glass, he served two small lovely dishes.

"The chef sent these to complement your champagne."

The plate was large, but the only place for food was a small round pit in the middle, holding a piece slightly smaller than the pit itself.

Wang Fan looked closely and sniffed it, and was quite certain this reddish small sphere was a slow-roasted tomato.