Food Stall: Customers Chase Me across the Country

Chapter 470 - 468: Kneeling Before the Master

"?? Is this real??"

"Is this the Boss Wang I know?"

"The body shape looks the same, the face looks the same, but it just feels impossible to put the two people together."

"This restaurant is right by the Eiffel Tower, and Boss Wang is exactly over there now. Is there really any need to doubt, folks?"

Seeing the screenshots suddenly posted, the two groups who were just at each other’s throats instantly fell silent.

Even those who doubted didn’t believe it, and even Wang Fan’s loyal fans found it hard to believe.

Many people trusted Wang Fan, but since they didn’t know the real situation abroad, they didn’t know if the Chinese food they liked could truly be accepted by foreigners.

But now, a Two-star Michelin restaurant has put up a photo of Boss Wang, and it seems like it’s a Chinese cuisine special!

"Damn it, Boss Wang is awesome!"

"Go for it! Where are the doubters now? Didn’t you say Chinese food couldn’t make it to foreign tables? Didn’t you say it was just self-indulgence? How do you explain this now?"

"That’s right, just ask yourself now, did he make it to Michelin? A Two-star Chinese restaurant special, what else can you criticize?"

In a rather luxurious apartment, a person in a loose robe sat frowning in front of his computer.

His hair, perfectly set with hair gel, was the kind that even a fly would split on landing.

Zhou Yuan gritted his teeth in frustration. He had everything under control, so how did this Michelin Chinese special suddenly appear?

He’s not a shepherd; he just legally earns an extra 50,000 a month, so he must do this job.

"It’s just a Two-star restaurant; what’s everyone getting so excited about? There are 15 such places in Paris; who knows how much he spent to get this opportunity."

"Haha, the person above is right; it’s just a Two-star, maybe he paid for the opportunity, and those dining could be hired just to boost his profile."

"Now that you mention it, it might be true. It’s just a typical influencer’s trick, only this time more high-end."

Zhou Ruoqing looked at the replies, so angry that her teeth clenched audibly. She couldn’t comprehend how someone could be so shameless.

Just as she and Shen Yu were racking their brains for a response, a new message suddenly made them burst into smiles, followed by a moment of awe.

"Le Jules Verne, a restaurant established by Alain Ducasse, the chef god of France. This chef currently operates Michelin-starred restaurants totaling 28 stars, earning titles like ’Chef of the Century’ and ’Godfather of French Cuisine.’ In terms of both status and wealth, he wouldn’t invite actors for money as you suggest.

Furthermore, note the Chinese in brackets; it means the restaurant will be closed to the public tomorrow evening, only hosting invited guests. The current chef of Le Jules Verne doesn’t have this authority; only Alain Ducasse can do this. And he certainly wouldn’t invite someone you could hire with money."

Amazing!

Bow down to the trivia master!

Shen Yu looked at the latest replies, feeling as if he had eaten a Ginseng Fruit, with all his pores instantly opening up.

The master provided a reasoned explanation and trivia; can the doubters still say anything?

Honestly, even Zhou Yuan was somewhat awed.

"Is this influencer Boss Wang really that capable?"

After muttering, Zhou Yuan still begrudgingly said, "You say all this mix of truths and lies, who knows what’s real? This could be information grabbed from some small website."

Professor Liu, seeing the stubborn reply, smirked and quickly responded, "Sorry, I’m not interested in visiting those small websites you’re talking about. As for what’s real, would this be enough?"

Then she posted the electronic invitation she received.

It’s a unique and eye-catching invitation, elegant and dignified even in its electronic form, exuding a mysterious and solemn air.

The invitation’s main colors are black and gold, with golden lines and patterns adorning the black background, creating a sense of nobility and elegance.

The front of the invitation features information in both French and Chinese, the French script elegant and flowing, the Chinese script bold and strong, enhancing the invitation’s artistic feel.

The content of the invitation is simple and clear, expressing sincere invitations and expectations for the invitee.

The design of the whole invitation is ancient yet stylish, fully reflecting the host’s attention to detail and taste.

"Bow to the master! Does the master need an assistant? I don’t care about salary; I just want to learn from the master!"

"Where are the doubters now? What can you say now that the invitation has been shown? Still saying the news might be fake?"

"Just curious, what kind of status merits such an invitation?"

Professor Liu didn’t clarify, not because she was afraid to reveal her identity but because she was about to board the plane.

Yet one question lingered in her mind: how is that guy going to solve the bitterness of the tea?

Surely adding a ton of sugar wouldn’t make it a Chinese dish.

Forget it, leaving some suspense and expecting surprises is also good.

Changing to a comfortable position, Professor Liu closed her eyes to relax. She had no time to adjust to jet lag, so a good rest on the plane was needed.

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"Go, Brother Wang!"

"Brother Wang, show them the majesty of our nation and let those foreigners see our millennia-old culinary culture."

"Go, Boss Wang, I believe in you!"

"You will give the foreigners some color to see!"

Early in the morning, Wang Fan packed up and got ready to head out.

The athletes, hearing the news, saw him off, encouraging him along the way.

They were all young and had become familiar; although Wang Fan wasn’t an athlete, the results of his work were similar, and they naturally hoped Wang Fan would perform spectacularly.

"Don’t pressure yourself; performing normally will be fine."

Captain Long steadily patted Wang Fan on the shoulder, "Believe in yourself."

Wang Fan nodded with a smile, "Don’t worry, I’ll hold it down."

"Haha, that’s the spirit. We’ll be waiting for your headlines."

"Boss Wang, victory is yours!"

"We’re all behind you."

Warmth filled Wang Fan’s heart; though their support couldn’t magically boost him, the feeling of being expected and trusted truly injected him with determination.

The mental strength seemed to instantly boost his state to 200%.

Thinking of the recipes in his mind and the meticulously prepared ingredients, Wang Fan felt not a trace of fear or nervousness.

I am not fighting alone, and tonight is destined to be a showcase for Chinese cuisine!