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

Chapter 468 - Crossing the Ocean to Deal with You

"Blast the streets?"

Professor Liu was stunned: "What do you mean?"

"The boss set up a food stall at the Louvre, which attracted a lot of foreigners. The international students here said we were having a blast, which I found quite interesting."

"The Louvre? He actually came up with that!"

Professor Liu asked, feeling both amused and helpless, "By the way, I heard he's going to Le Jules Verne to participate in a Chinese food show?"

Zhuo Qianqian was surprised and asked, "You know everything about this?"

Professor Liu was helpless: "Have you forgotten that Allen is my friend? How could he not tell me about such a big thing? Let me ask you, how is that guy prepared?"

Zhuo Qianqian said confidently, "It's safe! Don't worry, teacher!"

Professor Liu pinched his brows, thinking that this girl might be a little too poisoned by drinking the magic potion every day. Was he asking the wrong person?
Fortunately, Zhuo Qianqian went on to explain, which put Professor Liu's mind at ease. "There are many chefs from other cuisines here this time. The menu was determined and modified through their collective brainstorming. The boss has already tried it once, and the chefs all think it's completely fine."

"Oh? Is there such a thing?"

Professor Liu felt relieved. "Tell me what the menu is about."

Zhuo Qianqian told Professor Liu about the proposed menu. Every time a dish was mentioned, the appearance and characteristics of the dish flashed through Professor Liu's mind. However, he couldn't help but frowned when he heard about Longjing shrimp.

"Longjing Shrimp? I'm afraid this dish doesn't suit their eating habits."

Professor Liu had traveled to Hangzhou before, so the local specialties naturally caught her taste buds.

Based on her understanding of the eating habits of these foreigners, the bitterness of the tea leaves in the dishes would definitely be a deduction.

Those who are invited by Allen are definitely elite gourmets from all walks of life, and they are very picky eaters.

Zhuo Qianqian smiled and said, "Are you worried about the bitter taste of the tea?"

"Have you thought about it?"

"Of course, the boss tried making it a few times and also had the French taste it. They are very resistant to the bitter taste of tea. Although coffee and the tea they usually drink are also bitter, they make a clear distinction between eating and drinking. Eating cannot be bitter."

Professor Liu was now interested: "So you mean that guy has found a way to deal with it?"

"Right, Mr. Liu, I won't tell you for now. I'm a bit busy with street promotion right now. I'll contact you later. Beep..."

Professor Liu looked at the hung up phone angrily and wanted to grab Zhuo Qianqian and beat her up right away.

Don’t you know that leaving things half-finished can be frustrating?!
Professor Liu put away his phone angrily, turned around and started packing his luggage.

You damn bitch, just wait and see how I’m going to deal with you tomorrow!

……

"Whose phone number?"

Wang Fan asked curiously while kneading the dough.

"It's Teacher Liu. She must have heard from Chef Allen that you were going to cook, so she called to check on you."

After putting away her phone, Zhuo Qianqian deftly took out the cooked red beans and quickly smashed them into bean paste. If she didn't hurry up, she would fall behind Wang Fan's pace.

Wang Fan's hands moved steadily and quickly. He poured the egg liquid into the basin evenly in several batches, and after stirring it evenly, he squeezed out round golden balls from his tiger's mouth just like squeezing beef balls.

At this time, the oil temperature in the pot had just risen a little, and Wang Fan put the small golden ball in his hand directly into the pot.

The oil temperature was not high, and only a few small bubbles appeared when the little golden ball was put in.

One, two, three, the little golden balls fell into the frying pan, splashing oil. As Wang Fan added them, he exclaimed, "The oil splashes from my dough balls are bigger than the splashes from our diving team's dives."

As he spoke, he gently pushed the small golden balls in the pot with a spoon to prevent them from sticking to the bottom of the pot.

Hearing Wang Fan's words, Edward, who was staring at him eagerly, said excitedly, "Then you are not as good as our diving team in this matter. Our diving team is like a bomb after jumping."

"?"

Wang Fan, Zhuo Qianqian and the surrounding international students looked at Edward with question marks on their faces. Why are you so excited when the diving team made such a big splash?

"You'll lose points for splashing too much. Is it appropriate for you to be so happy?"

Edward said as if it was a matter of course: "It's appropriate, I support the Chinese team!"

After saying that, he pulled his clothes and saw a small cartoon thing that looked like a badge of the Chinese Diving Team on it.

"I used several PINs to get this one."

Wang Fan understood it as soon as he saw it. It was said that changing PINs was very popular recently. He didn't know much about it, but it didn't affect his having a bunch of PINs.

Zhuo Qianqian flipped open her coat, pointed at one side and said proudly, "Yours is too little, look at mine."

I saw that the clothes were covered with PINs. A quick glance showed that there were at least forty or fifty of them, and not a single one was repeated.

Edward looked up and his eyes almost popped out of his head: "You, you, you...how did you do that?!"

Zhuo Qianqian chuckled and said, "These are all gifts given to the boss by the athletes. If there are duplicates, I will exchange them with them, and then I will accumulate more and more."

jealous.

Edward's two eyes each corresponded to a word.

Wang Fan smiled and shook his head. He didn't know why his girlfriend was so interested in collecting this. He didn't feel anything about it, but Zhuo Qianqian was interested. When he was free, he would help exchange some with those athletes.

Those athletes actually enjoy doing this.

The oil in the wok was gradually heating up, and the dense bubbles were forming more and more. The small golden balls that had been sinking to the bottom of the wok were floating up one by one, like ping-pong balls floating on water. The slightly burnt brown color on the other side was like the logo on the ping-pong ball.

The little golden balls have obviously expanded a little, and look half as big as before they were put into the pot. Each one looks bulging and very cute.

"Wave" "Wave"

A series of light sounds were heard, and the little golden balls floating on the oil pan suddenly cracked one by one.

Wang Fan was not in a panic. He used a colander to scoop up all the cracked little golden balls.

At this time, perhaps it should not be called little golden balls, but cream fried cakes, because those with cracks are fully mature.

After putting them all into a large basin, take out fine white sugar and sprinkle it into the basin. Pick up the basin and shake it gently. The white sugar will fall down and stick to each round cream fried cake.

Wang Fan, with food in his hands, must be the most handsome guy in the audience and the focus of everyone's attention. There is no doubt about it.

The white sugar granules are crystal clear, like tiny diamonds. They fit tightly onto the surface of the fried cakes like a thin layer of frosting, adding an exquisite beauty to the fried cakes.

The rich aroma of the butter fried cakes began to be released. The unique aroma after frying, mixed with the mellowness of butter and the freshness of wheat, constantly teased the nerves of people around.

This must be delicious!

Everyone is absolutely sure of this.

(End of this chapter)