Food Stall: Customers Chase Me across the Country

Chapter 471 - 469: The Banquet Begins

"Ding, special task—intensify things for our old pals in Paris."

"Task completed."

"Task reward—Noodle Mastery (Purple Quality)."

The system’s upgrade echoed in his mind, but it didn’t stir even a ripple in Wang Fan’s inner thoughts.

Today, all his ideas had one focus—continue to intensify things for our old pals in Paris!

Le Jules Verne seemed a bit deserted today.

Firstly, it was morning and the restaurant hadn’t opened yet, and secondly, it wasn’t opening today at all.

The setup inside the restaurant had evidently been adjusted, appearing more elegant and composed.

"Oh, my dear Wang Fan, I initially thought you might chicken out and not come today."

Allen had been waiting in the restaurant early, and as soon as he saw Wang Fan, he went up to greet him and made a little joke.

Wang Fan shook his head, "Then you underestimate me. When I promise something, I will definitely do it."

Allen smiled and nodded, his entirely white hair making him appear quite kindly, "Is your little team ready to give them a big surprise?"

Wang Fan looked at Zhuo Qianqian and Xue Feng behind him and said, "We can’t wait."

"Alright, do you need me to introduce today’s group of diners?"

Wang Fan shook his head, "We Chinese cooks focus on preparing the dishes, regardless of who the diners are. No matter what kind of customers, we will do our best to serve up dishes we’re satisfied with."

After patting Wang Fan on the shoulder, Allen said, "Good, in that case, I’ll leave my kitchen to you today. Hopefully, you won’t tarnish the reputation of my kitchen."

Having said that, he leisurely walked out of the kitchen. He would be back for dinner tonight, but as a diner this time.

Hosting a party at his own restaurant and being a diner himself was a novel experience for him.

"Shall we get started?"

"Boss, good luck!"

Even though it’s a dinner event, some of the dishes are time-intensive and need extensive preparation, such as brewing a fresh pot of broth.

The cooperation between the three was increasingly seamless. Xue Feng and Zhuo Qianqian could essentially follow Wang Fan’s lead without a hitch, which is an essential factor for the efficient operation of the kitchen.

Time passed second by second, and the preparations were almost complete. After a simple lunch, the three began to rest up and await the arrival of the evening.

...

Sherry was a journalist for a Parisian newspaper and was currently lying concealed in the shrubs of a small grove near the Eiffel Tower.

Having already noted the updates on Le Jules Verne’s website, she knew a few high-profile individuals would definitely be coming tonight, and this was her chance to make the front page.

Excitedly, Sherry pumped her fist, "Those idiot colleagues, their instincts are utterly dull. It seems tonight I’m the only one who will get this exclusive scoop!"

"Oh Sherry, you’re allowed to curse them, but including me in that is too much,"

a complaining voice rose from behind a large tree, soon a fair-skinned middle finger aimed towards the bush Sherry was hiding in.

"You two jerks better not make any moves or you’ll risk getting caught!"

Another voice from the treetop complained, and Sherry looked up to see a fellow completely decked in green, even his face was painted green, sitting in the branches.

Sherry felt a headache coming on, she initially thought she’d grab an exclusive report, but to her surprise, she was actually late, and those jerks had somehow already hidden themselves there.

"Shh, don’t speak, I see a nanny car approaching."

From his treetop vantage point, Frank naturally had a broader field of view.

Right now, he looked extremely excited, his eyes locked onto the car slowly approaching.

As the car door opened, he couldn’t help but exclaim, "Oh, Powell, the Deputy General Manager of the Jialefu Group, the guests here today must certainly be quite special."

"Famous investor Madame Chloe."

"Renowned food critic Mr. Alex."

Frank’s face was already a bit flushed, a sign of his immense excitement. After all, these people guaranteed that tonight’s occasion would be of a high caliber.

He was already brainstorming how to write today’s article in his mind.

The content would certainly be divided into two versions: if the guests were satisfied, he would lavishly praise Huaxia cuisine, taking the opportunity to severely criticize "Special Correspondent."

If the diners were not satisfied, he would put "Special Correspondent" at the forefront, stamp down on Chinese cuisine, and give it a few extra stomps.

In any case, it would surely attract massive attention, and he’d walk away with a sizable bonus.

As to how he would determine if the guests were satisfied or not, Frank had his own judging standards.

That is—dining time!

If they left shortly after entering, then clearly the dishes did not match their tastes. If no one came out for a long time, it likely proved that the Chinese food was indeed delicious.

Then he could choose which article to release based on the timing.

Frank commended himself for his clever strategy.

Meanwhile, Wang Fan had already begun his work.

Slicing meat by now was second nature to him, replacing the pork belly with a cut of ham.

Thin slices of meat once again became beautifully blossoming peonies in his hands, looking exceptionally lifelike under the gentle lighting.

After dressing them with the final sauce, Wang Fan pressed the little bell at the serving station.

Wang Fan wasn’t about to let his girlfriend act as a waitress here, she couldn’t manage it alone anyway, so they kept the original restaurant staff for serving.

The tray held not only Li Zhuang White Meat but also a glass of plum wine in a clear high-stem glass.

The plum wine’s color was like amber, its crystalline clarity tinged with a subtle reddish-brown. As the server moved, wafts of rich wine aroma mixed with a faint fruit fragrance lingered along the path.

Coupled with the vinegar and garlic scents from the Li Zhuang White Meat, it inevitably stirred a craving in one’s stomach called hunger.

Dave sat quietly on the chair, gazing at the scenery outside. His appearance fit the Oriental aesthetic nicely, even if he looked in his forties or fifties, he still deserved the title of a handsome older gentleman.

His family didn’t own mines, but just three casinos.

He had tasted many Michelin meals before, as well as numerous Chinese cuisines, but it was the first time he heard about Chinese cuisine being served in a Michelin Store, which piqued his interest, so he traveled from Las Vegas by private jet just for this.

Hearing footsteps, he glanced up to see the server bringing the tray over.

When the tray was opened, a rich aroma of alcohol immediately entered his nostrils, and the unique aroma made him take a deep breath involuntarily.

"What kind of wine is this?"

Dave was certain he’d never tasted such wine before.

"Hello, sir, this is called plum wine, offered by today’s head chef, Mr. Wang Fan, to help all esteemed guests whet their appetites."

Dave nodded, lifting the glass and gently swirling it in the light.

The sweet and sour fruit fragrance became even more intense, the sour and sweet elements of the plum blending perfectly with the aromatic alcohol, filling him with a sense of refreshment.

Dave was quite pleased, the head chef today was very generous, as this glass of wine certainly wasn’t cheap.

Bringing the glass close, the fresh aroma grew more intense. Taking a small sip, the sourness of the plum started dancing on his tongue. That unique and refreshing taste made him salivate unconsciously.

Soon after, the heat from the alcohol emerged, yet balanced with the sweet and tangy flavors, creating a unique flavor.

Dave nodded appreciatively, although the wine’s alcohol content wasn’t high, it served excellently as an aperitif, he felt he could eat an entire cow right now.

Hungry, he naturally sought something to eat, and the peonies on the platter easily became the target.

They were three small meat flowers, somehow giving him a feeling of richness and elegance.

However, he had done plenty of ruthless things in his life, destroying a meat flower wouldn’t faze him.

Picking up a meat flower, he noticed the thin slice was clean and tidy, not oily in the slightest.

A gentle sniff also revealed none of the unpleasant fishy smell often found in meat.

Dave was thoroughly satisfied, such a dish was worthy of entering his mouth.

"What?!"