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

Chapter 472-Dinner Begins

"Ding, special mission—intensify the Parisians."

"mission completed."

“Quest Reward—Pastry Mastery (Purple Quality).”

The system upgrade sounded in his mind, but it did not cause a ripple in Wang Fan's heart.

Today he has only one thought in mind - to continue to intensify his attack on Paris Saint-Germain!

Le Jules Verne seems a bit deserted today.

Firstly, it was morning and the restaurant wasn't open yet, and secondly, it wasn't open today.

The furnishings in the restaurant have obviously been adjusted, appearing more elegant and relaxed.

"Oh, dear little Wang Fan, I thought you would be too nervous to come today."

Alan was waiting in the restaurant early. When he saw Wang Fan, he immediately went up to him and made a little joke.

Wang Fan shook his head: "Then you underestimate me. I will definitely do what I promised."

Alan smiled and nodded. His completely white hair made him look somewhat amiable. “Is your little team ready to surprise them?”

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

"Okay, do you want me to introduce you to today's group of diners?"

Wang Fan shook his head. "Our Chinese cuisine emphasizes that the chef only cooks the food, regardless of who the diners are. No matter who the diners are, we will do our best to make dishes that satisfy them."

After patting Wang Fan on the shoulder, Allen said, "Okay, in that case, I'll leave my kitchen to you today. I hope you won't let down my kitchen's reputation."

After saying that, he walked out of the kitchen leisurely. He would come again for dinner tonight, but as a diner.

It was also a novel experience for him to be a diner at a party held in his own restaurant.

"Shall we get started then?"

"Come on boss!"

Although today is a dinner party, several of the dishes are time-consuming and require a long preparation time. There is also a lot of work that needs to be done in advance, such as making a new pot of broth.

The cooperation between the three has become more and more tacit. Xue Feng and Zhuo Qianqian can basically do whatever Wang Fan points, which is an indispensable factor for the efficient operation of the kitchen.

Time passed minute by minute, and the preparations were basically completed. After a simple meal at noon, the three of them began to recuperate and wait for the arrival of night.

……

Sherry is a reporter for a Paris newspaper. At this moment, she is lurking in the bushes of a small forest next to the Eiffel Tower.

She had been following the updates on Le Jules Verne's official website for a long time and knew that several important figures would be coming there tonight, and this was her chance to make the front page headlines.

Sherry waved her fist excitedly. "These idiots have such a poor sense of smell! It looks like I'm the only one who can get this firsthand information tonight!"

"Oh Sherry, you can scold them, but it's wrong for you to scold me as well."

A complaining voice sounded from behind a big tree, and then a white middle finger pointed towards the bushes where Sherry was hiding.

"You two bastards, stop doing anything tricky, or you'll get discovered!"

Another complaining voice came from the tree branch. Sherry looked up and saw a guy dressed in green with his face painted green squatting on the tree branch.

Sherry had a headache. She originally thought that she would be the only one to report the news, but she didn't expect that she was the one who arrived late. These bastards had hidden here without her knowing when.

"Shh, don't talk. I see a nanny car coming."

Frank's field of vision is higher up in the tree, so he can naturally see farther.

At this moment, he looked very excited, his eyes fixed on the slowly approaching car.

As the car door opened, he couldn't help but exclaimed, "Oh, it's Powell, the deputy general manager of the Carrefour Group. The guest here today must be someone very important."

"Ms. Chloe, a famous investor."

"Mr. Alex, the famous food critic."

Frank's face was flushed, a sign of his excitement. These people were destined to make tonight's event a high-profile affair. He was already thinking about how to write the manuscript.

The content must be divided into two versions. If the guests are satisfied with the food, then I will praise Chinese cuisine and at the same time bring out the "Special Correspondent" to criticize them severely.

If the customers are not satisfied with the food, they will put the "Special Correspondent" in front and trample the Chinese food under their feet again and crush it a few more times.

Anyway, the topic will definitely be maximized, and you will definitely get a lot of bonuses.

As for how to judge whether the guests have eaten well, Frank also has his own criteria.

That is - meal time!
If someone comes out shortly after eating, it means the food is not to their liking. If no one comes out for a long time, it probably proves that the Chinese food is indeed delicious.

Then you can choose which article to publish based on this time.

Frank was very pleased with his own wit.

Wang Fanze has already started to get busy.

Slicing meat is now a piece of cake for him, and he has also changed the meat from pork belly to pork belly.

In his hands, the thin slices of meat once again turned into blooming peonies, appearing even more lifelike under the soft light.

After pouring the final sauce, Wang Fan pressed the small bell at the serving port.

Wang Fanke was reluctant to let his girlfriend work as a waitress here, as she couldn't handle it all by herself, so the waitress was still from the original restaurant.

In addition to Li Zhuang white meat, there was also a glass of sour plum wine in a transparent glass goblet on the tray.

The plum wine is amber in color, translucent and shimmering with a hint of reddish-brown. As the waiters walk around, wisps of rich wine and light fruity aroma linger on the road.

When combined with the vinegar and garlic flavors of Li Zhuang white meat, a feeling of hunger will automatically come to your stomach.

Dave sat quietly in a chair, looking at the scenery outside. His appearance was in line with the oriental aesthetic. Even though he looked to be in his forties or fifties, he still deserved the title of "old handsome man".

His family has no mines, only three casinos.

He had eaten a lot of Michelin restaurants and a lot of Chinese food, but this was the first time he had heard of Chinese food being cooked in a Michelin restaurant. He was very interested, so he took his private jet and made a special trip from Las Vegas.

He looked up when he heard footsteps and saw the waiter coming up with a tray.

As the plate was opened, the rich aroma of wine immediately rushed into his nose. The unique fragrance made him take a deep breath.

"What kind of wine is this?"

Dave was pretty sure he hadn't tried that kind of wine.

"Hello sir, this is plum wine. Today's chef, Mr. Wang Fan, has prepared it for our distinguished guests to whet their appetites."

Dave nodded, picked up the glass, and shook it gently towards the light.

The sweet and sour fruit aroma became more intense, and the sour and sweet taste of the plum blended with the mellow aroma of alcohol, making him feel relaxed and happy.

Dave was very satisfied. Today's chef was very generous because this glass of wine must not be cheap.

As he brought his mouth closer to the wine glass, the refreshing aroma became even more intense. With a sip, the sour taste of plums began to dance on the tip of his tongue. The unique and refreshing taste made him drool.

Then the spicy taste of alcohol gradually emerges, but it is balanced by the sweet and sour taste, creating a unique flavor.

Dave nodded approvingly. Although the alcohol content of this wine was not high, it was very suitable as an aperitif. He felt that he could eat a whole cow at this moment.

When you are hungry, you naturally want to find something to eat, and the peony flowers on the plate easily become the target.

They were three small fleshy flowers, and somehow they gave him a feeling of elegance and luxury.

However, he has done many cruel things in his life, so he would certainly not show mercy when destroying a fleshy flower.

When I picked up the meat flower, I saw that the thin slices of meat were clean and tidy, not greasy at all.

I took a quick sniff and there was no fishy smell of meat slices.

Dave was very satisfied, something like this was worthy of entering his mouth.

"What?!"

(End of this chapter)