Food Stall: Customers Chase Me across the Country

Chapter 465 - 463: The Final Menu

"Crispy Beef Pancake, Longjing Shrimp, Taibai Duck. Boss, I’ve translated the historical stories of these three dishes."

Wang Fan had just returned to the dormitory when Zhuo Qianqian eagerly ran over with a beaming smile to take credit.

"English vocabulary is so scarce, and the meanings are too simple. Translating a little story or anecdote into a long essay was quite a challenge, but I managed to condense it."

Wang Fan reached out to pat Zhuo Qianqian’s slightly chubby cheeks, praising her: "You’re really something, Qianqian. Your work efficiency is top-notch."

Zhuo Qianqian didn’t go out with Wang Fan today, staying in the dorm to translate the stories instead.

After discussions between Chen Menglong, Wang Fan, and the others, they felt that merely exporting food was too simple, so why not go all out and add a wave of cultural export!

French cuisine has a tradition of introducing ingredients and anecdotes, so they planned to imitate this.

They finally settled on these three dishes.

Though Crispy Beef Pancake may not have a big name, its story’s protagonist is none other than the Emperor Li Shimin of the Great Tang. Since Paris has the largest Chinatown in Europe, this ancestor is definitely effective when brought up.

Longjing Shrimp is related to the scholar of Changchun. Although he may not be well-known in Europe, Longjing Tea certainly is!

The name Taibai Duck directly links it to Li Bai. With French literary giants holding very high social status, Li Bai’s position in the Huaxia poetry world is top-tier. Mentioning him will surely give these foreigners a bit of a surprise.

"Rest assured when I handle things!"

Zhuo Qianqian patted her chest proudly.

"Absolutely, don’t you know who your boyfriend is? Tonight, a chicken drumstick is a must. What would you like to eat?"

"I love everything the boss makes, hehe."

Wang Fan lovingly kissed her bouncy cheeks, feeling that a top-notch partner couldn’t be better than this.

Zhuo Qianqian didn’t ask Wang Fan to cook solely for her; after all, she’ll definitely be stuffed as the tasting assistant tonight.

Once dinner was over, Wang Fan gathered with Zhuo Qianqian and the master chefs again.

The menu was already set: Li Zhuang White Meat as an appetizer, Chaoshan Sashimi as a side dish, and four main dishes: Longjing Shrimp, Taibai Duck, Crispy Beef Pancake.

Then there were Huaxia style small cakes, the dessert was Cherry Bulo, and finally, a simple cup of Longjing Tea to finish.

A dozen people came together to continue trial cooking, adding their own ideas during the process. Wang Fan was responsible for realizing these ideas one by one as Zhuo Qianqian, the only outsider, provided an outsider’s perspective.

After working hard for half the night, everyone confidently went back to rest.

Just wait and see if they aren’t drooling!

...

Today, the Louvre felt a bit different.

Those international students were keenly aware of the favor they owed Wang Fan, so today they directly organized a Huaxia Culture and Arts Showcase.

Guqin, Pipa, Huaxia dance, and even some brought weapons, with a sword dance performance making the foreigners’ heads tingle.

By the time Wang Fan arrived, the students had already set the mood.

The foreigners were not just confused, Wang Fan himself was dazzled by the students’ impressive skills.

Adding various Huaxia red advertisements posted throughout the streets, on lampposts, and buses, it seemed like the Louvre had turned into a Huaxia exclusive event.

"Awesome!"

Wang Fan extended his thumb to sincerely praise them.

While a good, great, or excellent can express praise, awesome is undoubtedly the highest form of respect.

Gu Zhengchao chuckled as he put away his sword: "I loved these things ever since I was a kid, and even went to martial arts school to learn sword techniques. I’m a bit rusty since I haven’t practiced for a long time."

Despite his words, his expression of pride was unmistakable.

Zhuo Qianqian laughed: "The way you’ve done this, it really makes people believe everyone from Huaxia knows kungfu."

Qin Lu, dressed in Tang-style clothing with a bun and floral makeup, looked as if she had stepped out of a painting. But seeing Wang Fan and Zhuo Qianqian as a perfect couple, she helplessly abandoned the slight affection she felt.

She’s not lacking suitors, so there’s no need to lower herself as a third party.

The style of her Guqin playing suddenly shifted to a rapid, intense rendition of "Ambush from Ten Sides," leaving the foreigners mesmerized.

When Wang Fan looked around, he saw there were at least several hundred people gathering. He smiled and said to Zhuo Qianqian: "Luckily, today I’m just making snacks. Otherwise, how many would leave empty-handed?"

Zhuo Qianqian chuckled: "Even so, boss, you’ll probably have to limit the sales, or it won’t be enough."

As they chatted, they set up the snack stall, and everyone who came specifically for Wang Fan gathered around.

A blonde Edward still ran at the forefront, gasping heavily before asking, "Boss, what delicious food are you making today?"

Wang Fan replied: "I’m preparing to make a snack from our Huaxia’s Beijing called Cream-filled Fried Cake. I’m confident you’ll like it."

Edward exaggeratedly said: "I’m already your loyal fan. Whatever you make, I will definitely love it."

Wang Fan laughed at his exaggerated gestures and words: "Even though you say that, today’s Cream-filled Fried Cake will probably be limited, as there are just too many people today."

Edward boastfully claimed: "That’s all the result of my promotion on Facebook, so make sure you give me extra when limiting."

After speaking, he extended his fist.

Wang Fan met his fist, sealing the agreement, and felt a fondness for this foreigner who could speak twisted Chinese, not minding giving him a bit more.

With the stand set up, he began to work.

Today, he’s making two flavors of Cream-filled Fried Cake, one original and one with red bean paste.

Desserts are definitely a favorite among the French, and this old Beijing snack is bound to sweeten them all up.

The ingredients are simple: flour, eggs, milk, sugar, red bean paste, and butter.

Wang Fan poured the flour into a large bowl, added some sugar, and started to mix it.

Then, while mixing with one hand, he cracked eggs and added milk into another bowl, continuing to mix.

Once both mixtures were ready, he poured the egg-milk liquid into the flour.

Though culinary processes are generally monotonous, these foreigners watched with great interest.

Even if their work pace wasn’t as exhausting as back home, various life pressures didn’t ease.

In fact, a survey indicated that 95% of French adults feel at least one primary source of stress, and as a result, exhibit anxiety symptoms, making daily life more anxiety-inducing than a global crisis.

Yet Wang Fan’s cooking steps, pacing steadily and expertly, soothed viewers, releasing a bit of anxiety, making them feel a lot more relaxed.

It’s akin to how some enjoy watching Ao Debiao peel bananas; it’s a mental relaxation and release.

The performances outside the Louvre also paused, for the international students’ stress far exceeded that of locals, needing some mental relaxation too.

So, all of a sudden, the front of the Louvre became quiet. Even the sound of Wang Fan kneading dough and the bowl colliding with the table was clear.

No one broke the silence, and those taking photos or recording videos were cautious, fearing they’d accidentally disturb Wang Fan’s state.