Food Stall: Customers Chase Me across the Country

Chapter 479 - 477: The Cultural Export of Cake

"Impossible, no cuisine can defeat my taste bud defenses."

"Even your Huaxia cuisine can’t distract me for a moment, let alone send me away."

Listening to their tough talk, Professor Liu sneered and then took out her phone.

"Take a look for yourselves, you two sat there dumbfounded for a whole minute, and you still say you weren’t sent away?"

Allen and Powell looked at their stunned selves on the phone screen and couldn’t help blushing.

Powell cleared his throat and said, "Esteemed lady, it is extremely impolite to secretly film a gentleman at the dinner table. I suggest you delete the video immediately. If you must keep it, please mosaic my entire body. I’m sure Allen won’t mind."

Allen sneered: "Get lost, you fool, delete it, delete it, this seriously affects the glorious image of me as a French culinary god."

He spoke the previous words in Chinese, so Powell couldn’t understand, but he still squinted sensitively: "Allen, I think I just heard you insult me in Chinese."

Allen shook his head: "My dear friend, how could you think that of me? I was just telling Anna to delete the video."

Professor Liu tapped on the video to delete it, and then put her phone away, having already emailed it, deleting it didn’t matter.

"Hurry up and try this ’Taibai Duck’, once it gets cold it won’t taste as good."

She could immediately tell the duck had been stewed in chicken broth, and if it got cold it would not only affect the taste, but also have a fishy smell.

Reminded by her, the two remembered there was still a soup-based dish.

Allen scooped out a piece of duck leg meat and took a careful sniff, but instead of any fishy smell, he caught a faint blend of wine aroma and meat fragrance.

He lightly bit into it, the golden slightly thick duck skin melted in his mouth, and the duck meat inside was extremely tender and juicy.

As the duck meat entered his mouth, the entire fresh taste slowly began to release, all the essence of the seasonings seemed to have gathered in this small piece of meat, making Allen involuntarily close his eyes.

Hmm? It seemed like something was still missing?

Allen opened his eyes and his gaze brightened at the sight of the soup spoon.

He was missing a sip of soup!

He swiftly spooned a rich sip of soup into his mouth, the deliciousness almost making him moan with happiness.

Original soup and original food, eating the soup and meat together, it was definitely a one-plus-one-greater-than-two effect.

At that moment, Wang Fan appeared at the door in his snow-white chef uniform, accompanied by Zhuo Qianqian acting as translator.

Seeing Professor Liu, both Wang Fan and Zhuo Qianqian were very surprised, especially Zhuo Qianqian, who had just spoken to her on the phone, and now her teacher hadn’t even informed her she would be attending this dinner, a surprise visit?

Seeing Professor Liu gently shake her head, Wang Fan understood she meant not to greet, so he gave a slight nod and said according to procedure: "Are the three guests satisfied with today’s meal arrangements?"

Allen came back to his senses and smiled, saying: "Satisfied, very satisfied, now I just want to know what kind of conditions I need to offer for you to stay in my restaurant as head chef. Honestly, your dishes have amazed me once again. Especially this savory crispy beef pie, it almost sent me away."

Professor Liu also spoke up: "Very satisfied, the chef’s skills are indeed remarkable."

Powell, back to his senses, directly asked: "Where do you usually work, Mr. Chef? If possible, after I go back, I will propose the headquarters send someone to sample your restaurant, and I believe it won’t be long before you receive a star. By the way, I’m from the Michelin Headquarters, and my name is Powell."

After Zhuo Qianqian translated, Wang Fan smiled and said: "I usually run a food truck across various provinces in Huaxia, so I’m afraid it would be hard for your people to find me."

Powell asked skeptically: "Can’t you stay in one place for our star awarding?"

Wang Fan shook his head: "Cooking is my hobby, traveling is also my hobby, combining the two gives me no reason to stay in one place, thank you for your kind offer."

Powell nodded: "What is the name of your food truck, Mr. Wang?"

He was still reluctant to give up, even if this person roamed all over Huaxia, he would report it to headquarters to have a secret agent taste it!

Uh...

Hearing the question about his food truck’s name, Wang Fan was a bit embarrassed, as those four big characters "Honor of Kings" hanging on the truck seemed a bit flashy and out of tune with his low-key personality.

"Honor of Kings."

He finally said it.

Powell nodded without saying anything else, and Wang Fan excused himself to another room at the right time.

This was also a tradition in French dining, Wang Fan wanted to hear what these foreigners thought of authentic Chinese cuisine, so he added this segment.

After a round, he felt very happy.

The acclaim was overwhelming!

Even several guests invited him to be their company’s chef, and a few were willing to fund him in building a restaurant with the only condition being that it had to be in their city.

After thanking these people for their kind offers, Wang Fan returned to the kitchen, as there was still a cake and dessert to prepare after the main course.

This cake didn’t use much of the chef’s skills, but rather more of his makeup skills.

He basically treated the cake as a face, creating an ink-painted Huaxia style mountain scene on the cake’s top.

Looking at the final product, Zhuo Qianqian said she and her little friends were stunned.

Xue Feng, on the other hand, exclaimed with admiration: "Wow, dear Brother Wang, the way you decorated this cake, is it really meant to be eaten? How can anyone bear to take a bite?"

Wang Fan laughed: "Whether they can bear to eat it is up to them; I’m just responsible for cultural output."

After saying this, he rang the bell.

...

Silence.

Professor Liu, Allen, and Powell looked at the cake in front of them, but no one picked up the knives and forks beside them.

It’s an art piece!

This is against the rules!

A fist-sized cake sat on a wooden plate, its crystalline surface depicting Huaxia-style peaks, a peach branch extending from the top to the side, with a few delicate peach blossoms adorning it, not only beautiful but full of artistic conception.

In French dining, cakes are beautifully shaped, and sometimes extremely cute, but Allen and Powell swore they had never seen a cake like this!

Some beauty is indeed universal, like this little cake before their eyes.

"Did the chef just give us a difficult problem?"

Powell smiled wryly: "It is indeed a very difficult problem. If I cut into this cake with a knife, I would feel like I’m committing a crime."

"I would feel like I’m desecrating art."

After speaking, the two simultaneously looked at Professor Liu, the meaning was very clear: your Eastern cake, take a bite first.

Professor Liu coughed lightly, shrugged, and said: "Sorry, I’ve given up cake."