Food Stall: Customers Chase Me across the Country

Chapter 467 - 465: Crossing the Seas to Deal with You

"Street frying?"

Professor Liu was puzzled: "What does that mean?"

"It means the boss set up a food stall at the Louvre, attracting a lot of foreigners. The students here say we’re ’street frying’. I find this term quite amusing."

"The Louvre? He’s got guts!"

Professor Liu asked with a mix of laughter and tears: "By the way, I heard he’s going to Le Jules Verne for a Chinese cuisine show?"

Zhuo Qianqian was surprised: "You know about this?"

Professor Liu sighed: "Did you forget that Allen is my friend? How could he not tell me about such a big event? How is that kid preparing?"

Zhuo Qianqian confidently said: "He has it all under control! Don’t worry, teacher!"

Professor Liu pinched his brow, wondering if this girl had overdosed on Enchanting Soup, asking if she might have asked the wrong person.

Luckily, Zhuo Qianqian explained further, which put Professor Liu somewhat at ease: "Many other culinary masters have come this time. The menu was collaboratively decided and modified, and the boss already tried to cook it once, and the chefs thought it was perfectly fine."

"Oh? There’s such a thing?"

Professor Liu was somewhat relieved: "Can you tell me about the specific menu?"

Zhuo Qianqian recited the menu to Professor Liu. As each dish was mentioned, images and features of the dishes flashed through Professor Liu’s mind, but she couldn’t help but frown upon hearing about Dragon Well Shrimp.

"Dragon Well Shrimp? This dish might not fit their eating habits, right?"

Professor Liu had traveled to Hangzhou before, where the local specialties were not missed by her palate.

Given her understanding of foreigners’ eating habits, the slight bitterness of the tea leaves in the dish would definitely be a negative point.

To be invited by Allen, they must be elite gourmets with very discerning tastes.

Zhuo Qianqian laughed: "Are you worried about the bitterness of the tea leaves?"

"Did you think of that?"

"Of course, the boss tried several times and had French people taste it. They are very averse to the slight bitterness from the tea leaves. Although coffee and the tea they usually drink are bitter, they separate eating and drinking very clearly. There can’t be bitterness in food."

Professor Liu was intrigued: "So, does this mean the kid has found a way to deal with it?"

"Yes, Professor Liu, I’ll talk to you later. I’m a bit busy street frying right now. I’ll contact you later. Beep beep..."

Professor Liu angrily stared at the disconnected phone, really wanting to drag Zhuo Qianqian over and give her a good beating.

Doesn’t she know that leaving conversations open-ended is maddening?!

Putting away the phone in irritation, Professor Liu turned to pack her luggage.

You troublesome girl, just wait to see how I deal with you tomorrow!

...

"Whose phone call was that?"

Wang Fan asked curiously while kneading dough.

"Professor Liu’s. She probably heard from Chef Allen about you going to cook and called to show her concern."

After putting away the phone, Zhuo Qianqian efficiently scooped out the cooked red beans, quickly smashing them into red bean paste, struggling to keep up with Wang Fan’s pace.

Wang Fan’s hands moved steadily and swiftly, pouring egg liquid into the bowl in several additions, evenly mixing it, then squeezing round golden balls through the space between thumb and index finger like squeezing meatballs.

At this moment, the oil temperature in the pot had just risen a bit, and the golden balls in Wang Fan’s hands went directly into the pot.

The oil temperature wasn’t high, so the golden balls only made a few small bubbles when dropped in.

One, two, three, the golden balls fell into the oil pot one by one, splashing tiny oil flowers.

Wang Fan commented as he placed them, "The oil splash from dropping in the dough balls is bigger than the splash our diving team makes when entering the water."

While speaking, he gently pushed the small golden balls in the pot with a spoon to avoid sticking to the bottom.

Hearing Wang Fan’s words, Edward, who was eagerly watching, excitedly said, "In this matter, you’re no match for our diving team. When our diving team jumps, it’s like a bomb going off."

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Wang Fan, Zhuo Qianqian, and the surrounding students looked at Edward with puzzled faces. Why are you so excited about a diving team causing such big splashes?

"Big splashes deduct points; why are you so happy?"

Edward looked entirely justified: "Of course, it’s appropriate. I support the Huaxia Team!"

Saying this, he pulled on his shirt, showing a small cartoon Huaxia Diving Team pin.

"I spent several pins to trade for this pin."

Wang Fan understood right away. Apparently, trading pins has become very popular recently. He doesn’t know much about it but still has a bunch of pins.

Zhuo Qianqian opened her jacket, proudly pointing to one side: "Yours is too few; look at mine."

That side of her jacket was densely covered in pins—at least forty or fifty upon a quick glance, without a single duplicate.

Edward looked and almost had his eyes pop out: "How did you do it?!"

Zhuo Qianqian laughed: "They were given to the boss by athletes, and I traded duplicates to keep collecting more."

Envy and jealousy.

Edward’s eyes corresponded to these sentiments.

Wang Fan shook his head with a smile, wondering where his girlfriend got such a big interest in collecting these. He doesn’t care much, but Zhuo Qianqian likes them, so he helps trade with athletes when he has free time.

Those athletes seem to enjoy it as much as she does.

The oil temperature in the pot gradually rose, producing more frequent small bubbles, and the golden balls, initially sinking at the bottom, floated up like ping-pong balls on water. The slightly browned side resembled logos on ping-pong balls.

The golden balls had expanded noticeably, appearing half again as large, each puffed up and looking adorable.

"Pop" "Pop"

A gentle popping sound emerged as all the golden balls floating in the oil pot cracked open.

Unflustered, Wang Fan didn’t panic and used a spider skimmer to scoop up the cracked open golden balls.

Perhaps they should now be called cream fried cakes because the cracked ones were fully cooked.

After placing them uniformly in a big bowl, he sprinkled fine white sugar into the bowl, gently shaking it. The sugar scattered and adhered to each round fried cake.

Wang Fan, with food in hand, was undoubtedly the star of the room and the center of everyone’s attention, without a doubt.

The sugar crystals, clear and sparkling like tiny diamonds, delicately adhered to the fried cake surface like a thin layer of icing sugar, adding a touch of elegance to the treat.

The fragrant aroma of cream fried cakes began to release, the unique smell of fried food mixed with the rich cream and fresh wheat scent, tantalizing everyone’s senses.

It must be delicious!

Everyone believed this unequivocally.