Food Stall: Customers Chase Me across the Country

Chapter 468 - 466: Daddy’s Girl and the Black Wild Boar

"I need 10 of these adorable little things for my daughter to eat."

Gabriel said with a smile to Wang Fan, "Last time I bought her candied hawthorn sticks, she was absolutely crazy about them. I really don’t know what I would do to cheer her up if you stopped selling your food here."

He was a Paris policeman, tall and handsome, looking more like a runway model than a cop.

Upon hearing the translation from Gu Zhengchao, Wang Fan smiled and packed 10 cream fritters to hand over to him: "Someone must have filmed my cooking process, you can try making them for her yourself in the future, the process is not complicated."

Gabriel shrugged and said, "I guess that’s my only option, let’s hope I don’t turn my kitchen into a disaster."

Holding a brown oil paper bag containing 10 cream fritters, Gabriel turned around and got into his police car. It was said that the security near his home was bad lately, so he definitely needed to patrol the area at this time.

His home wasn’t far from the Louvre, just a three-minute drive; in that short time, the cream fritters would have cooled just to the perfect temperature for eating.

Gabriel unconsciously licked his lips, and his gaze involuntarily drifted towards the open bag.

The young boss had specifically instructed that if the bag was sealed, the cream fritters would become soft and mushy, which his adorable daughter might not like.

But this way, it tormented him.

Wave after wave of refreshing wheat and rich dairy aroma seemed to drill into his nose without restraint.

As someone who loves to eat cakes, this sweet scent was driving him insane!

His hand on the gear shift was itching, several times he wanted to reach for those sinfully fragrant golden balls.

"Oh, that damned boss, why limit the purchase? Does he worry that I can’t afford them?!"

Gabriel couldn’t help but complain, as the previously charming Oriental man turned instantly repulsive.

Wang Fan did indeed impose a purchase limit, 10 per person, not primarily to make money but to let more foreigners experience Huaxia’s cuisine and snacks, to spread culinary culture — the more people who taste it, naturally the better the outcome.

The journey home, usually just a single step on the gas, felt infinitely long to Gabriel this time, like passing an entire century. It was only when he saw the familiar house that he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He grabbed the bag, quickly got out of the car, walked to the door, and rang the bell.

"Who’s outside?"

A soft, childish voice came from the doorbell speaker.

Hearing this voice, Gabriel felt his heart melting, and with a beaming smile, he said, "Outside is the handsome Officer Gabriel, I need to check if the little angel has been eating properly."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a soft "click," the door opened, and shortly after a little girl, around three or four years old, ran out.

The little girl was less than a meter tall, with golden hair and big bright eyes on her round little face, her arms extended as she rushed towards Gabriel: "Daddy, did you bring me something delicious?"

Gabriel squatted down and picked up the little girl, nuzzling his fluffy chin against her chubby little cheek, making her giggle, exposing his daughter-loving side.

After a bout of affection, he handed her the bag: "Delicious Huaxia cream fritters, perfect for eating right now."

Emma happily reached her little hand into the bag, picked up a cream fritter, and took a deep sniff: "Wow, Daddy, this smells amazing!"

"Then you should eat them all."

"Daddy eats first."

Emma held the cream fritter up to Gabriel’s mouth, and the sweet aroma and his daughter’s thoughtfulness filled his heart with sweetness.

Taking a bite into his mouth, the soft texture and rich wheat flavor filled his mouth.

"Boom!"

As he bit down, he seemed to feel something pop in his mouth, and a burst of extremely rich cream flavor spread across his tongue.

The fritter’s outer layer was crispy and delicious, and the inside was soft and delicate, like a fluffy cloud.

Wang Fan’s perfect control of the heat had just solidified the egg mixture inside, resembling the texture of the finest ice cream.

"Mmm..."

The unique texture made Gabriel exclaim in admiration: "This is truly delicious!"

Then the sweetness of the sugar and the crispiness of the fritter intertwined in his mouth, giving him the feeling that everything around him had become more beautiful.

The flowers were brighter, the grass greener, the sunshine better, and his daughter more adorable, even that stinky ditch...

The ditch was still that stinky ditch, hopeless!

Gabriel glanced disgustedly at the Seine River, curling his lips dismissively.

Emma had already reached to grab one herself; her little mouth couldn’t hold it all like her father, biting half of it, revealing the golden cotton candy-like filling inside.

Soft, fragrant, sweet.

"Wow, this Huaxia snack is so good, even better than the best pastries Emma has ever eaten!"

Hearing Emma’s praise, Gabriel felt extremely proud: "Daddy waited a long time to buy these."

Emma nodded vigorously: "Then Emma wants to find a Huaxia husband who can make these cream fritters, so Daddy doesn’t have to wait in line so long!"

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"Didn’t you always say you wanted to find someone as handsome as Daddy for a husband?"

"But these cream fritters are so delicious, and yesterday’s candied hawthorn was so good too."

Suddenly, Gabriel’s mental image of Wang Fan transformed drastically, from a charming Oriental man to a black hairy wild boar with hard bristles.

My precious little cabbage is just 4 years old, and that damned boar wants to ruin her?!

Handing his daughter and the cream fritters over to his wife, Gabriel drove off in a huff.

His wife chuckled watching her husband leave hurriedly, thinking perhaps her father looked at him the same way back then?

Wang Fan stood puzzled, watching the policeman who always patrolled near the Louvre; he felt this must have been the fifth time that the cop glared at him angrily.

"Seven times. Boss, what exactly did you do to offend him?"

Zhuo Qianqian asked Wang Fan with confusion: "Didn’t he just happily buy 10 cream fritters for his daughter? I saw him glare at you seven times already, the fire in his eyes almost ignites our stand."

Wang Fan replied helplessly: "How would I know how I offended him? Surely it’s not that his daughter doesn’t like my fritters? I’d sooner believe the water in the Seine River is drinkable than doubt my fritters haven’t conquered a little girl’s taste!"