Food Stall: Customers Chase Me across the Country

Chapter 448 - 446: Netizens’ Shift in Attitude

Allen has really developed a keen interest in Chinese cuisine.

He never imagined that someone could conquer his taste buds with just a single cabbage.

If the previous boiled cabbage dish was aided by various meats, this subsequent hot and sour cabbage was only enhanced with a small amount of pork belly for aroma.

Yet, even so, he found himself unable to control his appetite.

As a Nine-star Chef God, he wondered just how many incredibly delicious dishes he had created himself. He wasn’t even sure how picky his taste buds were.

But just one sizzling stir-fried cabbage easily conquered him.

Amazing, yet terrifying!

It’s amazing how it could so easily satisfy his taste buds. The terrifying part is that Allen knows Huaxia has many other dishes and even a multitude of cuisines.

"I think I really need to plan a trip to Huaxia. I’ll have my old friend Anna plan the route for me."

Allen couldn’t help but think to himself.

Although he is an esteemed Nine-star Chef God, the Michelin review process is extremely strict, with many restaurants losing stars each year.

If a restaurant loses a star, it’s not only a disgraceful matter but could potentially lead to the restaurant’s closure.

For this, he needed to study many new dishes to ensure his restaurant wouldn’t lose its stars.

But creating new dishes requires inspiration, and he hadn’t had a decent spark of inspiration for a long time. Wang Fan’s appearance made him feel as though he had discovered a new continent.

"There will be a banquet here in seven days. Are you interested in showcasing real Huaxia cuisine to these celebrities?"

Allen sincerely invited, "If you perform well, it could elevate your personal reputation to a new height. With your capabilities, I’m sure you can achieve this."

Wang Fan thought for a moment and shook his head: "Forget it, they’re not from my world, so I won’t mingle with them."

Allen sighed regretfully: "That’s such a pity. It’s been a long time since Huaxia cuisine has appeared on the world stage. I was hoping to give them a big surprise."

Wang Fan smiled: "If they want to taste the cuisine, they should come to Huaxia. With their appetite, I believe they wouldn’t be able to finish even one province in a month."

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Huaxia Team’s gold medals were changing daily.

The White-headed Eagle and Huaxia had significantly more gold medals than the third place, with both countries having closely matched numbers.

However, Wang Fan noticed that, unlike in previous years, the modern internet had expanded, leading to a greater tolerance among people.

Back in the 2008 Beijing Olympics, Huaxia’s top sprinter had to withdraw due to an Achilles injury, resulting in overwhelming criticism and slander, to the point where a curse word was coined with his name.

When projects with high expectations for gold did not deliver, they faced unanimous condemnation online.

It seemed that everyone was eager to use gold medals to prove their nation’s strength in sports.

But now the internet seemed almost like a platform for self-criticism, and Wang Fan and Zhuo Qianqian almost died laughing while scrolling through it.

"Today’s competition landed us a silver medal purely because I watched the event in the wrong posture. If only I had watched while lying down, we would have certainly clinched gold. I deeply apologize to our athletes."

"No, the fault is mine for watching from the wrong place. I should have watched from the restroom; that would definitely have given us a buff."

"It’s not your fault; it’s because I watched the competition. All the matches I watch turn out to be silver. I take the blame."

"Our athletes have worked hard; gold, silver, or bronze, they’re all medals. How unfair of me to criticize them while holding just a keyboard?"

In any case, the common sentiment was that they were to blame, bearing no relation to the athletes themselves.

"The internet wasn’t like this before."

Wang Fan couldn’t help but sigh.

Zhuo Qianqian said, "We were still in the early stages, yearning to surpass Europe in something. The saying ’the deeper the love, the greater the expectation’ perfectly describes that time, but now it’s like ’stirred from a deadly illness, the powerful nations are us,’ with many now convinced we are a strong nation, naturally leading to less criticism of the athletes; our strength doesn’t need medals to prove it anymore."

Wang Fan nodded, realizing it made sense.

"Since they’ve all made their self-criticisms public, should I join in to add some fun?"

Zhuo Qianqian chuckled, picking up her phone, and posted on Wang Fan’s Weibo: "Our Olympic athletes didn’t win more gold medals this time because I didn’t ensure their diet was well-maintained, preventing them from performing at their peak. I, Wang, take responsibility for this."

After editing the post, Zhuo Qianqian handed it to Wang Fan, who glanced at the content and then laughed before hitting send.

Yet as soon as he posted it, it immediately invoked collective outrage from netizens.

"That’s right. I think it is Boss Wang’s fault. If every athlete had a stuffed pancake ready after their game, we might have won even more championships."

"The main issue is I didn’t get to eat those stuffed pancakes, causing insufficient mental power to add more oil. Next time, I suggest Boss Wang makes more; we also want a taste."

"Boss Wang, you need to reflect on yourself. Has your culinary skill improved over the years? Have you cooked well? Hurry back to check in at our Nanjing, and I’ll definitely be there to support you."

All were teasing replies, with no serious blame.

In contrast to the jovial atmosphere here, netizens had nothing but scathing remarks for the journalists.

No wonder the criticism was harsh; the journalists had brought it upon themselves with their incompetence.

"Holding precious interview slots but asking some of the dumbest questions imaginable."

"They’re all about whether you fly high, but what I really want to ask is, ’Are you tired?’"

"These are typical contrived emotional questions, sheer bullshit. No wonder the athlete responded, ’Isn’t it obvious? Of course, I’m tired!’"

"Someone asked the athlete, ’Which celebrity do you like? I can arrange a meeting for you,’ implying that this is an era of entertainment to the point of absurdity? Competing for the country’s honor as a world champion, yet having to cater to your fame-chasing actors?"

"Interviews from mainstream media are professional, discussing relevant topics in the arena; the quality is apparent when compared."

"Worse still, one dunce said the athlete looked manic, like an idiot, wanting to make a joke, obviously, they’ve been kneeling for too long and expect others to kneel as long. I recommend a thorough investigation into their ancestry; they could very well be a walking sell-out."

"A friendly reminder: The espionage hotline is 12339."