Food Stall: Customers Chase Me across the Country

Chapter 431 - 429: A Little Chinese Shock for the Nine-star Chef God

"Ladies and gentlemen, please hold on."

Just as Wang Fan and Zhuo Qianqian were about to leave, a waiter stopped them in their tracks.

Wang Fan looked at him in confusion, thinking he had already given a tip, so why was he being held up?

The waiter smiled and said, "Here’s the thing, sir, our boss would like to meet you. Would it be convenient for you?"

Boss?

"Chef Allen Ducasse?"

The waiter nodded, "Yes, he just happens to be here today. He said he was introduced by an old friend who wanted to exchange culinary skills with you."

After hearing Zhuo Qianqian’s translation, Wang Fan knew he couldn’t leave right away today. This must be Professor Liu’s doing.

What could this legendary chef want to discuss with him?

"In that case, please lead the way."

Upon hearing Zhuo Qianqian’s response, the waiter was delighted and quickly turned to lead the way, with Wang Fan and the others following closely behind.

It was a spacious office, though it was more accurate to call it a kitchen.

Inside the kitchen was an elderly man with white hair and a beard wearing black-framed glasses, who was clearly Allen Ducasse himself.

The waiter did not enter but softly closed the door behind him.

Allen Ducasse put down his work and began to examine Wang Fan with interest.

"Are you the culinary genius from Huaxia that Anna mentioned? You look so young."

Allen spoke first.

Anna was Professor Liu’s English name.

What Wang Fan didn’t expect was that this legendary chef was speaking Chinese!

Although with a slight accent, it was still understandable.

Wang Fan replied, "I wouldn’t dare call myself a genius, I just enjoy cooking."

"How was today’s meal?"

Allen Ducasse was not responsible for this restaurant’s meals; the head chef was his apprentice.

"The presentation was very unique, and the flavors were distinctive."

After some pleasantries, Allen smiled and said, "Anna pulled some strings to reserve a spot for you here with me. I didn’t want to make an exception, but Anna said your culinary skills would surprise and even inspire me, so I agreed. But as a condition, you have to show me a skill to open my eyes."

Wang Fan nodded and said, "I’ve been somewhat inspired by today’s meal, and I’m itching to cook, so shall I make a dessert for you to critique?"

Today’s meal was just so-so, but admittedly, the exquisite presentation opened his eyes a bit, and he was itching to try his hand.

Moreover, the opportunity to seek advice from such a master was rare and should not be missed.

Allen, seeing how straightforward Wang Fan was, immediately became excited, "Young man, I really like your attitude. So what’s the delay? My kitchen is yours."

This office was his private kitchen, where he would come to experiment with new dishes when he had time, with all the necessary kitchenware and ingredients available.

Wang Fan wasted no time and walked over to put on a pure white chef’s uniform.

He scanned the seasonings and ingredients on the table, opened the refrigerator to check the contents, and had a plan in mind.

Allen sat in a chair, watching Wang Fan’s every move with great interest.

He was very curious about what kind of young person could earn such high praise from Anna, considering Anna had been quite critical of him twenty years ago.

By then, he was already a renowned chef in the French culinary scene.

Yet, the most Anna complained about regarding this young man was his plating!

Plating, although important, is not crucial and can be mastered with practice. Taste and flavor are the hardest to grasp, and in these two aspects, Anna said she couldn’t find fault at all!

This piqued curiosity.

He came here today specifically to see Wang Fan in action.

He was eager to know what kind of young person could prepare dishes that could leave the famously critical Anna without complaints.

Wang Fan had already begun to work.

He first soaked butterfly pea flowers in clear water, then poured the purple butterfly pea flower water into bird’s nest.

Using the ready softened cheese on the table, Wang Fan directly picked up a bowl and started mixing cheese, cream, and sugar.

He heated a small pot on the stove, added milk to heat, and then placed gelatin sheets into it.

After cooling slightly, he poured it directly into the mixed cream cheese.

Allen attentively watched Wang Fan’s every operation.

The following steps included elements of Chinese, Western, and even some Allen didn’t understand. Still, Wang Fan’s skilled, calm, and focused actions assured him that this was indeed a very talented young chef.

In Wang Fan’s mind at this moment was the Sunlight Golden Mountain of the Great Border, which was the inspiration for the dessert he was about to create.

Although he had never seen the Sunlight Golden Mountain of Yulong Snow Mountain, he believed it was no less impressive than the one at the Great Border.

He wanted to recreate that beauty.

His hands moved more quickly, spreading a layer of green cream evenly on the plate.

Then a layer of light blue mousse, followed by a layer of pure white cream.

The pure white cream did not fully cover the mousse, leaving a small part exposed. Under the light, the light blue mousse glistened like a clear spring.

Holding a small sieve, brown and golden cookie crumbs fell through the holes, landing on the pure white cream.

He took a cake mold, gave it a gentle tap, and a cake with a brown base transitioning to golden on top appeared.

Wang Fan cut the cake into pieces, and with a sharp knife in hand, he started carving it. Before long, he had sculpted a mountain shape.

The two small peaks side by side appeared both majestic and somewhat cute.

A big exclamation mark had already risen in Allen’s mind.

A sentence lingered in his thoughts: "Is this some mysterious magic from the Orient? How is this cake mountain so vividly alive?"

And he wasn’t done yet; he proceeded to carve several other small peaks, placing them on separate plates.

His hands moved quickly, and small decorations kept appearing, with golden trees and green plants gently placed at the foot of the peaks.

Zhuo Qianqian had already widened her eyes. This was clearly the mountain they had seen while camping.

Allen, too, had his eyes wide open, enraptured by the beautiful scene from the mysterious Orient.

Lightly tapping the sieve, golden cookie powder fell again, and after this layer of golden powder, the entire Sunlight Golden Mountain cake seemed to come alive in an instant!

It was as if a dazzling ray of sunlight was shining on this small peak!

After Wang Fan created a touch of mist, the entire Sunlight Golden Mountain came alive in an instant!

For a moment, Zhuo Qianqian felt as if she was standing back on that grassland again.

The snow-capped mountains, illuminated by the rising sun, were as dazzling as gold, with white mist swirling around, adding a mysterious beauty.

The sunny side was adorned with golden snow firs, the shady side with green snow firs, and dark green low shrubs—everything was so lifelike.

Allen stared in disbelief at everything in front of him, muttering in shock.

"Incredible, this is so incredible!"

"Anna’s a liar; she clearly said he couldn’t plate."

"This piece is so mysterious, so perfect..."

Wang Fan gently pushed the plate forward, "Sunlight Golden Mountain mousse cake, please enjoy."

Allen looked at Wang Fan in disbelief, "Are you a magician from the mystical Orient?"

Wang Fan shook his head and said softly, "No, I’m just an ordinary chef."