Food: Random stalls, customers chase me all over the country

Chapter 460-You need to pay more!
What’s a bit sad is that bean gluten and wheat gluten are not available in Paris, so Wang Fan can only start by making wheat gluten.

Several international students who often cook for themselves volunteered to help Wang Fan.

Take a large basin from the car, pour high-gluten flour and soybean flour directly into it, add salt and water to knead the dough, and set it aside to rest after kneading.

The dough resting process takes at least an hour, and this time is perfect for making candied haws.

Hawthorn, strawberry, and raspberry are all bright red, but each has its own beauty, but fresh fruits always make people happy.

While the international students were washing the fruit, Wang Fan set up two pots, one to boil water and the other to make sugar.

After the water in the pot boils, pour all the bamboo sticks in and start to boil the sugar.

Several international students gathered around Wang Fan with great curiosity, wanting to see how he did it.

It’s not that no one has tried it, but they often fail when doing it. Even if they learn by following the videos, the things they make are completely unacceptable.

Wang Fan took out a pot, poured in mineral water, and took a few bags of sugar and put them all into the pot.

Qin Lu is 22 years old and has been in Paris for four years. With her tall figure and pretty face, she is undoubtedly a beauty.

She watched Wang Fan's every move, and then asked curiously, "Brother Wang, are there any tips for making this candy? I always messed up when I tried it myself before."

Wang Fan turned his head to look at her and said, "There is a little secret, you will know it later."

At this time, the classmate who was washing fruits came over with a yellow lemon in his hand. When many people saw this little thing, their mouths began to secrete sour water.

It is said that looking at plums can quench thirst, but the sourness of lemons is even greater than that of plums.

Wang Fan took it and put it directly on the chopping board and cut it into two halves, then pressed it on the juicer and squeezed the juice out of the lemon into the cup.

After picking out the lemon seeds that accidentally fell into the cup, he said, "This is the secret."

After saying that, he poured the lemon juice directly into the pot.

Small bubbles began to appear in the water in the pot. Soon, more and more bubbles appeared, forming a dense layer on the surface of the pot.

Wang Fan didn't use a spoon to turn it over. He just held the pot by his ear and shook it gently a few times. Then he turned down the heat and kept small bubbles coming out.

"Now, there's absolutely no problem with dipping into the sky, the earth, or the air."

Wang Fan's words made the foreign students around him laugh out loud. They all felt that this person, who was about the same age as them, was very friendly.

The pot where the bamboo skewers were being cooked had been turned off. Use a colander to remove the bamboo skewers and set them aside to cool down.

It was only then that several international students discovered that the bamboo sticks they had fished out were of varying lengths.

The longest one is estimated to be 50 centimeters, and the shortest one is at most 10 centimeters.

"Brother Wang, why is your bamboo stick different?"

Wang Fan sorted the bamboo sticks and replied, "Don't the French like refinement? The short ones are for the outside, and the long ones are for the inside."

Gu Zhengchao understood what this meant as soon as he heard it.

After all, he said that they had to pay, and they would only eat at the same price as the foreigners. Brother Wang couldn't refuse, so he came up with this idea, which touched his heart very much.

At this time, the fruits had been washed. The students who washed the fruits poured out some of the fruits, carefully dried them on absorbent paper, and then came over to learn how to skewer them like Wang Fan.

Wang Fan smiled and said, "First, take a short bamboo stick and string three fruits on it. Just string them vertically like this."

The short ones are to be sold to foreigners, so he has to reserve 200 copies in advance and give the rest to these international students.

The international students worked very quickly and made one delicate and small fruit skewers after another.

Wang Fan pinched the end of the bamboo skewer, gently spun it in the pot, which was still bubbling with small white bubbles, and took it out directly from the pot. "When coating the fruit with sugar, just swirl it around the bubbles. Don't put it back into the pot. First, it will cook the fruit and affect the taste. Second, the sugar coating will become too thick, making it less crisp and also training the jaw muscles."

As he spoke, he showed off the candied hawthorns in his hand.

Although it was just taken out of the pot, the thin layer of sugar coating had already cooled down, wrapping the bright red hawthorn inside. When the sunlight shone on it, it looked crystal clear and very cute.

"Wow... is this a success? Why did it seem so difficult before?"

"This should be the saying that those who are difficult cannot do it, and those who are able to do it will not find it difficult?"

"This looks delicious, my mouth is watering."

At this time, the foreigner who had been scratching his head anxiously also came over.

The guy from yesterday asked curiously, "Are there no delicious noodles today? What is this made of?"

Qin Lu translated, "This is a Chinese snack called candied haws. It's sour and sweet and very delicious."

The young man stared at the candied hawthorn in Wang Fan's hand with shining eyes: "I want to eat this, can you sell it to me first?"

After hearing Qin Lu's translation, Wang Fan said, "Tell him to wait another 10 minutes. It's not ready yet."

As he said this, he placed the candied haws in his hand onto the prepared oil paper.

This made the guy very anxious: "OH, NO! I need that, I'll pay for it!"

His anxious look immediately made everyone around him laugh.

Qin Lu quickly translated Wang Fan's words to him, and he calmed down. Then he watched Wang Fan operate eagerly.

This time, Wang Fan did not take the short stick, but the long stick. He was just thinking about getting 200 strings out first and did not pay attention to the situation of these international students.

These are a group of international students who are almost going crazy missing the taste of home.

Take the long sticks decisively and arrange one for each person first!
15 is not Wang Fan’s limit, it is the limit of bamboo sticks. If he put more, there would be no room left.

15 bunches of each kind of hawthorn, raspberry, cherry tomato and strawberry were made first, which is also the number of international students.

"Here, take one skewer each and eat it first. 3 euros a skewer. Cash on delivery. No cheating."

Wang Fan said to the international students around him with a smile.

Qin Lu and the others were pleasantly surprised: "Give it to us first?"

Wang Fan nodded and said, "That's right, don't try to escape the bill."

"Hehe, don't worry, Brother Wang, you're here for me, hahaha."

They all knew that Wang Fan was joking with them, but this behavior made them feel warm in their hearts, as if they were loved by their maternal family. Some of them who hadn't seen their parents for many years had tears in their eyes instantly.

3 euros may seem expensive, but it’s actually just the price of food. They all know the price of fruits in Paris.

Even ordinary cherry tomatoes cost seven or eight euros per pound. Boss Wang definitely won't make any money from them.

However... after taking a look at the small skewers containing only three small fruits, Qin Lu and the others burst into laughter.

Chinese people don’t make money from Chinese people, and foreigners are not included in this scope.

Thinking about the little food I spent dozens of euros on, I felt a sense of revenge.

Selling it to them for 3 euros is still too cheap!
Need more money!
(End of this chapter)