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

Chapter 480-Cultural Export of Cake

"Impossible, no delicacy can defeat my taste buds."

"Even if it were your Chinese delicacies, it wouldn't be enough to make me lose my mind for even a moment, let alone send me away."

Hearing the two people's tough words, Professor Liu curled his lips in disdain and took out his mobile phone.

"Look for yourself, you two just sat there like that for a full minute, and you still say you weren't sent away?"

Allen and Powell looked at themselves in a daze on the phone screen and couldn't help blushing.

Powell coughed lightly and said, "My dear lady, it is extremely impolite to secretly film a gentleman at the dinner table like this. I suggest you delete this video now, immediately, and immediately. If you really want to keep it, please mosaic my entire body. I believe Alan will not mind."

Allen pouted and said, "Get lost, you idiot! Delete it, delete it! This is seriously affecting my image as the French Chef God."

His previous words were in Chinese, so Powell didn't understand, but he still narrowed his eyes sensitively: "Alan, I seemed to hear you scolding me in Chinese just now."

Alan shook his head. "My dear friend, why would you think that of me? I was telling Anna to delete the video."

Professor Liu clicked on the video and hit delete, then put away his phone. Since he had already sent the email, it didn't matter if he deleted it.

"Hurry up and try this 'Taibai Duck'. It won't taste good if it gets cold."

As soon as she smelled it, she knew that the duck was stewed in chicken soup. If it was cooled, it would not only affect the taste but also have a fishy smell.

When she reminded them, the two of them remembered that there was another dish with soup.

Alan took out a piece of duck leg and smelled it carefully, but he didn't smell any fishy smell. Instead, there was a faint aroma of wine and meat.

Put it to your mouth and take a light bite. The golden and slightly thick duck skin melts in your mouth, and the duck meat inside is extremely tender and juicy.

As soon as the duck meat entered the mouth, the delicious flavor began to slowly release. It seemed that the essence of all the seasonings had gathered in this small piece of meat, making Alan close his eyes involuntarily.

Hmm? It feels like something's missing.
Alan opened his eyes and his eyes lit up when he saw the spoon.

Still need some soup!

He quickly scooped up a spoonful of the rich soup into his mouth, and the delicious taste almost made him moan with happiness.

The original soup is used to make the original food, and the soup and meat are eaten together, which is definitely the effect of one plus one being greater than two.

At this moment, Wang Fan, dressed in a snow-white chef's uniform, appeared at the door, accompanied by Zhuo Qianqian, who acted as an interpreter.

Seeing Professor Liu, Wang Fan and Zhuo Qianqian were very surprised, especially Zhuo Qianqian. They had just talked on the phone, and the teacher hadn't even told them that she would appear at this dinner. How could she actually launch a sneak attack?
Seeing Professor Liu shake her head slightly, Wang Fan knew she meant there was no need to greet her. He nodded slightly and then followed the procedure, "Are the three guests satisfied with today's dishes?"

After coming back to his senses, Allen smiled and said, "Satisfied, very satisfied. Now I want to know what conditions I can offer you to stay in my restaurant as the head chef. Honestly, your food has once again amazed me. Especially this crispy beef patty, it almost made me leave."

Professor Liu also spoke up and said, "I'm very satisfied. The chef's cooking skills are indeed amazing."

Powell also came back to his senses. He asked directly, "Mr. Chef, where do you usually work? If possible, I will suggest that headquarters send someone to your restaurant to taste test the food when I return. I believe it won't be long before they can award you a star. Oh, by the way, I'm from Michelin headquarters, my name is Powell."

After Zhuo Qianqian finished translating, Wang Fan smiled and said, "I usually drive a food truck around the provinces of China. I'm afraid it's difficult for your people to find me."

Powell asked doubtfully, "Can't you just stay in one place for our star granting?"

Wang Fan shook his head. "Cooking delicious food is my hobby, and traveling is also my hobby. Combining the two gives me no reason to stay in one place. Thank you for your kindness."

Powell nodded: "What's the name of your dining car, Mr. Wang?"

He still didn't give up. Even if this person ran all over China, he would report it to the headquarters and let the secret agents try it out!
Uh... Wang Fan felt a little embarrassed when he was asked about the name of the food truck. After all, the four big words "Honor of Kings" hanging on the truck were somewhat conspicuous, which didn't match his low-key personality.

"Glory of the King."

Finally he spoke out.

Powell nodded without saying anything else. Wang Fan also took his leave and went to another compartment in due time.

This is also a tradition of French cuisine. Wang Fan also wanted to hear the feedback of these foreigners on authentic Chinese food, so he added this segment.

After walking around, he felt very happy.

Rave reviews!

Several clients even invited him to be the head chef of their company, and some were even willing to fund the construction of a restaurant for him, with the only requirement being that it be in their city.

After thanking these people for their kindness, Wang Fan returned to the kitchen again. After the main course, there was still a cake and dessert to make.

The making of this cake didn’t require much of a chef’s skill, but more of a makeup artist’s skill.

He treated the cake as his face and painted a Chinese ink-and-wash mountain landscape painting on the cake.

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

Xue Feng said in admiration, "Wow, dear Brother Wang, is this cake really edible? Who can even eat it?"

Wang Fan smiled and said, "Whether they eat it or not is their business. I'm only concerned with cultural output."

After saying that, he rang the bell.

……

silence.

Professor Liu, Allen, and Powell looked at each other at the cake in front of them, but no one picked up the knife and fork beside them.

artwork!
This is very foul!

There was a fist-sized cake on a wooden plate. The crystal clear cake was painted with Chinese-style mountain peaks. A peach branch spread from the top of the cake to the side, and several gorgeous peach blossoms dotted it. It was not only beautiful but also very artistic.

The cakes in French cuisine are very exquisite and some are very cute, but Allen and Powell swore that they had never seen a cake like this!

Some beauty is really universal, just like this little cake in front of you.

"This... Mr. Chef seems to have given us a difficult problem?"

Powell smiled bitterly and said, "It's indeed a very difficult problem. If I cut this cake with a knife, I would feel like I'm committing a crime."

“I would feel like I was desecrating art.”

After saying that, the two of them looked at Professor Liu at the same time. The meaning was very clear: you should take a bite of the Oriental cake first.

Professor Liu coughed lightly, shrugged, and said, "Sorry, I'm giving up cake."

(End of this chapter)