Food Stall: Customers Chase Me across the Country

Chapter 459 - 457: Gotta Raise the Price!

Somewhat annoyingly, Paris doesn’t sell soybean sticks or gluten, so Wang Fan had to start making gluten from scratch.

A few students who often cooked for themselves volunteered to help Wang Fan.

They took out a big basin from the car, poured high-gluten flour and bean flour directly into it, added salt and water, kneaded the dough, and then set it aside to rest.

The resting process takes at least an hour, and during this time, they could make candied haw.

Hawthorn, strawberries, and raspberries were all vividly red, each beautiful in their own way, and fresh fruit always lifts the mood.

While the students were washing the fruit, Wang Fan set up two pots, one for boiling water and the other for making syrup.

Once the pot for boiling water reached a boil, he dumped the bamboo skewers in all at once, then started making the syrup.

A few students, particularly curious, gathered around Wang Fan, eager to see how he did it.

Some had tried before, but often failed, even when following video tutorials—the results were disastrous.

Wang Fan took out a pot, poured in mineral water, and casually emptied a few bags of white sugar into it.

Qin Lu, 22 years old, had been in Paris for four years, with a slender figure and a graceful face, undoubtedly a beauty.

She watched Wang Fan’s every move and then curiously asked, "Brother Wang, is there any trick to making syrup? I always manage to mess it up when I try."

Wang Fan turned his head slightly towards her and said, "There’s a little secret, you’ll know in a bit."

At this time, the classmate washing the fruit came over, holding a bright yellow lemon. Just seeing this little item made many people’s mouths water.

People say looking at plums stops thirst, but lemon’s sourness surpasses even plums.

Wang Fan took it, placed it on the cutting board, cut it in half, and then pressed it onto a juicer to squeeze the juice into a cup.

Removing the lemon seeds that accidentally fell into the cup, he said, "This is the secret."

He then poured the lemon juice directly into the pot.

Small bubbles began to appear in the pot, and soon more and more formed, covering the surface densely.

Wang Fan didn’t stir with a spoon but gently swirled the pot by its handles, then lowered the heat to maintain a constant state of bubbling.

"Now, there’s no problem dipping in the sky, the ground, or the air."

Wang Fan’s words made several students laugh out loud, feeling that this guy, about their age, was very approachable.

The pot with bamboo skewers had also been turned off. Using a skimmer, he took out the skewers to cool them down.

At this point, the students realized that the skewers varied in length.

The long ones were about 50 cm while the short ones barely reached 10 cm.

"Brother Wang, why are your skewers different?"

Wang Fan started sorting the skewers and replied, "Don’t the French like things to be exquisite? The short ones are for foreigners, the long ones for us."

Gu Zhengchao immediately understood the meaning.

After all, he insisted that they pay, and they must pay the same price as the foreigners for them to eat. Brother Wang couldn’t refuse them, so he came up with this method, which really touched him.

By this time, the fruit had been washed, and the students who washed the fruit carefully dried a portion on paper towels before gathering around to follow Wang Fan’s lead in skewering them.

Wang Fan smiled and said, "Start with the short skewers, threading three fruits on each, just stick them vertically."

The short ones were to be sold to foreigners; he had to prepare those 200 portions in advance, and the rest were for the students.

The students worked quickly, and in no time, they had prepared one beautifully crafted fruit skewer after another.

Wang Fan held the end of a bamboo skewer, gently swirled it in the pot full of small white bubbles, and took it out.

"To coat the syrup, just swirl around these little bubbles, don’t immerse it into the pot. Immersing will cook the fruit, ruining the taste, and the syrup coating will become too thick, which doesn’t make for a crisp bite and ends up exercising your jaw."

He demonstrated the candied hawthorn he had just made.

Despite being freshly taken from the pot, the thin sugar coating had already cooled, encapsulating the bright red hawthorn inside, sparkling beautifully in the sunlight.

"Wow... was that really it? Why did it seem so difficult before?"

"I guess it’s like ’difficult for those who can’t, easy for those who can’?"

"This looks so good, I’m almost drooling."

At this time, impatient foreigners also came over.

The young man from yesterday asked curiously, "No delicious noodles today? What’s this?"

Qin Lu translated, "This is a traditional Huaxia snack called ’Bingtanghulu’, sweet and sour, very tasty."

The young man gazed at Wang Fan’s candied hawthorn with eyes sparkling, "I want to eat this, can you sell it to me first?"

Listening to Qin Lu’s translation, Wang Fan said, "Tell him to wait 10 more minutes, it’s not ready yet."

With that, he placed the candied hawthorn on the prepared wax paper.

This made the young man anxious, "OH, NO! I need that, I’ll pay!"

His eager demeanor amused everyone around.

Qin Lu quickly translated Wang Fan’s words to him, and he calmed down, then watched eagerly as Wang Fan worked.

This time, instead of taking the short skewers, Wang Fan picked up the long ones. He had been focused on preparing the 200 portions first, not paying attention to the situation with the students.

This was a group of homesick students longing for a taste of home.

Without hesitation, he took the long sticks, ensuring everyone got one first!

Fifteen wasn’t Wang Fan’s limit, it was the bamboo skewers’ limit; there was nowhere to hold more.

Hawthorn, raspberry, cherry tomato, and strawberry, he made 15 skewers of each, just enough for the students present.

"Here, everyone gets one to eat first, 3 Euro each, pay upon receipt, fair to all."

Wang Fan said with a grin to the students around him.

Qin Lu and the others were pleasantly surprised, "For us first?"

Wang Fan nodded, "That’s right, don’t think about skipping out on the bill."

"Hehe, don’t worry, Brother Wang, you won’t be shortchanged, hahaha."

They all knew Wang Fan was joking with them, but this gesture warmed their hearts, making them feel loved like family, and a few who hadn’t seen their parents in years felt their eyes instantly well up.

Euro seemed expensive, but it was actually just the cost of the ingredients; they all knew the prices of fruit in Paris.

Even regular cherry tomatoes cost seven or eight Euro per pound, and it was certain that Boss Wang wouldn’t profit from them.

But... looking at the tiny skewers holding only three little fruits, Qin Lu and the others chuckled.

Huaxia people not profiting from fellow Huaxia people didn’t apply to foreigners.

Thinking about the tens of Euro they spent on that little food offered a sweet sense of revenge.

Euro sold to them was still selling it cheap!

The price should go up!