Food Stall: Customers Chase Me across the Country

Chapter 440 - 438: Table Tennis Men’s Singles Quarterfinals

"Hey, did you know? There’s a kind of chicken in Huaxia that even beats our top-notch steaks."

"Hey buddy, there’s a chicken in Huaxia that’s coated with a layer of clay, and tastes even better than top-grade pan-fried steak."

"In Huaxia, you can grow a type of chicken that’s tastier than pan-fried steak."

"That chicken in Huaxia grows right in the ground; when you dig it up and crack it open, it’s better than a top-tier steak."

After Reeves, the big mouth, had a taste of the chicken rib that Qin Haiyang painfully gave him, he started bragging about it everywhere, making other athletes incredibly curious.

But as it spread, the story got more and more ridiculous, even to the extent of saying it grew directly from the ground.

Surprisingly, none of these foreigners even doubted it.

After all, you Huaxians love farming so much and are so good at it, it’s reasonable to think that a chicken that grows directly from the ground could be real, right?

This intrigued these foreign athletes, making them pause and peek whenever they passed by the dormitory of Huaxia athletes, just to see if any strange delicacies were sprouting out.

The captain, Long, was rather speechless: "Do they really believe that beggar chicken can grow from the ground?"

The captain, Long, had a youthful face and was the face of the national table tennis team for years. But as he aged and dealt with increasing pressure and poor rest, eye bags began to form.

Eye bags really age a person; without them, Captain Long looks like he’s in his twenties, but with them, he looks straight away 40.

Chang Yixian licked his lips; it didn’t matter if beggar chicken could grow from the ground or not, he definitely could get it from Boss Wang, and he wanted to eat it.

"Is beggar chicken really delicious?"

A petite young girl curiously asked from the side.

Captain Long chuckled: "After eating the cafeteria food for so many days, is there anything that Boss Wang makes that isn’t delicious?"

The young girl, Xu Lu, couldn’t help but lick her lips; if it’s made by Boss Wang, there’s no doubt about it.

"If you win gold, you can ask him to make whatever delicacy you want."

Xu Lu gave a confident laugh: "Then I’m definitely getting beggar chicken."

"Oh, feeling confident?"

"Little Paris, totally under control."

Xu Lu was indeed very confident.

The Huaxia Diving Team was absolutely regarded as the "Dream Team" of diving, a nightmarish presence to other national teams for years.

When the Diving Queen Jingjing retired, foreign teams were almost crying tears of joy, feeling as if a huge mountain had finally collapsed.

But then the rise of the 5-time champion made them realize that there’s always a higher mountain.

When the 5-time champion retired, they celebrated again, feeling as if the storm finally passed.

Yet Xu Lu, at 13, with her stunning dive in the Tokyo Olympics, showed them what it means for Wumeng Mountain to connect to mountains beyond.

The coach initially intended to take 13-year-old Xu Lu to the Olympics to broaden her horizons, but instead, she became the one who had witnessed the world.

With three world-stunning perfect scores on the 10-meter platform, it left even the well-experienced coach dumbfounded.

Especially her unique needle entry, which left the entire diving community slack-jawed.

It was as if the splash of a dumpling hitting the water was bigger than hers.

This also led numerous netizens to playfully nickname her "Xu Lu Melts in Water."

And that wasn’t the end; this time, the chief judge of diving was the long-retired Diving Queen Jingjing. In the past, biased scoring could add some suspense, but now with her presence, forget about favoring our team members; as long as fairness is ensured, the first place is pretty much guaranteed.

If Xu Lu’s personality was a bit tougher, she could totally imitate the legendary Larry Bird and point to other participants, saying: "Who’s here to compete for second place?"

The foreigners could only lament, "The light boat has hit the iceberg," without daring to utter a word in retort.

...

The restaurant benefits naturally couldn’t all go to Wang Fan; attending the Olympics was on a rotating basis, and although the veteran chefs couldn’t understand the events, going on-site to cheer and feel the competition atmosphere was quite nice.

But somehow, whenever Wang Fan attended a live event, they’d win gold.

Women’s synchronized 3-meter springboard, men’s synchronized 10-meter platform, men’s 10-meter air rifle, Qin Haiyang, even with a dissatisfied face, casually broke a world record.

Later, many medal-winning athletes came to place orders; some sought Wang Fan, others went to different chefs.

During Xu Lu and Chen Xi’s women’s synchronized 10-meter platform event, Wang Fan didn’t attend; it was Master Chen Menglong’s turn, and the duo claimed the championship with unmatched prowess.

Sure enough, Xu Lu ordered beggar chicken from Wang Fan, and coincidentally, when it was cracked open, some German athletes happened to see it, solidifying the rumor that delicious chicken could grow from Huaxia soil, and even Huaxia’s dirt could be eaten!

Although Xu Lu explained that it wasn’t dirt, it was dough, just like bread, the stubborn foreign athletes stubbornly believed it was dirt.

"Magical Orient!"

Wang Fan felt extremely lucky.

Because he lucked into a chance to watch the men’s singles table tennis quarterfinals live.

Unlike other matches he couldn’t understand, he had no problem comprehending table tennis.

As the national sport, table tennis was wildly popular throughout Huaxia; you could spot elderly men and women playing it energetically in parks everywhere.

Most fortunately, sitting beside him was that clueless fat official, in front was Dragon, appointed by the IOC as the table tennis GOAT, and upfront was the current national table tennis head coach, Coach Wang.

Of course, the fat official wasn’t truly clueless; in fact, he could probably defeat an average person to tears wielding just a flip-flop.

Chairman Liu, retired Coach Kong, Waldner — they were the old powerhouses of the table tennis world.

And due to their different playing styles, photos of these three together were affectionately dubbed by netizens as "A fighter jet flanked by two stealth masters."

Whenever Wang Fan saw Chairman Liu, he felt a halo so bright it was hard to look directly at, the glow of gold medals.

Not only did he win many himself, but he secured even more while he was head coach.

He had many famed sayings online as well, each a top-tier example of humblebragging.

"Apart from being ranked number one in the world, you have no other titles; the one thing we don’t lack here is champions."

"If it’s not you Zhang or you Ma winning this Olympic champion, do you think we won’t win it? I believe we have plenty who can win it."

"Even those who buy groceries or pour water are champions."

"Just don’t let them breathe!"

Chairman Liu would occasionally dine in the canteen, and Wang Fan had gotten rather familiar with him, even asking for an autograph on behalf of his second uncle. Chairman Liu was so generous, he directly gifted Wang Fan a signed paddle.

Wang Fan hadn’t told his second uncle about it yet; he planned to save it for his uncle’s birthday. His second uncle would definitely be so thrilled he’d jump for joy.