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

Chapter 611-If I want to fight, I’ll fight you at your strongest

Whether it is Western dessert or Chinese dessert, the entire production process can be replicated.

The use of molds, the proportion of ingredients, the time required for each step of the production, and the final cutting and plating, as long as you learn carefully, you can make it exactly the same.

But even so, there will still be subtle differences in the pastries made.

A layman may not be able to tell the difference. To him, they all have the same texture and taste. At most, he will have a little doubt, but he can't figure out whether it is his own illusion.

Of course it's not an illusion.

Even if any step is exactly the same, there will still be slight differences in the final product.

It may be that a little bit of sweetness is not mixed completely, or there may be a slight difference in the moisture of the pastry, etc., which will cause the dessert to feel different when you put it in your mouth.

The piece of cake in front of you is a collection of all those little things gathered together.

Delicate, fluffy, chewy and moist, you can't ask for more from this pastry in terms of taste.

Its taste may be relatively light, but when the taste is perfect, any shortcomings will be covered up when it is eaten in the mouth.

The same principle applies to desserts.

One bite, two bites, three bites...

The elegant sweetness was very palatable, and the moist texture didn't even require the help of water. The three judges devoured the osmanthus cake on the plate with big mouthfuls.

Felix took a deep breath. He felt that even the air at this moment was filled with the rich fragrance of osmanthus. The fragrance lingered in his mouth, giving him a long-lasting and wonderful feeling.

"The texture is somewhat similar to Western pastry cakes, but it's more delicate and moist. I've never tasted a dessert so perfectly cooked. A little more watery and it would be soggy, a little drier and it would be grainy. Your basic skills are truly amazing."

Felix didn't talk much in the previous games, but this time he spoke a lot, which was unusual. It was obvious that the osmanthus cake made by Wang Fan today really hit his taste buds.

Wang Fan bowed slightly to express his gratitude, but there was no surprise on his face.

Mainly, all this was within his expectations.

If it were about complicated desserts, he might be modest, but when it comes to basic skills like timing, being modest would be an injustice to his enhanced vision, hearing, and smell.

Abraham's expression was indescribably solemn, and at the same time, a feeling of powerlessness surged in his heart.

Although he hadn't eaten his opera house cake yet, he knew from the judges' reactions that he was in big trouble in this round.

As for the feeling of powerlessness, as a Michelin-level pastry chef, he naturally knew what the judges meant.

Just like my own opera house cake, the purpose of brushing that layer of coffee sweet water is to soften the baked cake base. The ideal state is a slightly crispy outer layer wrapped in a slightly moistened honey water, moist yet elastic state.

But this is easier said than done. No one can control the degree to which the sweet coffee water penetrates. We can only try to get as close to the ideal value as possible. The closer to the ideal value, the better the taste.

What the judges meant was very simple, that is, the white dessert made with only simple rice flour and lotus root powder had the ideal taste!
Ideal value!
This is outrageous, okay?
Who can control the dryness and wetness of desserts to the ideal value?
Is that something carbon-based organisms can do?

How did he control it?
Allen asked Wang Fan seriously, "Did you do this accidentally or can you really control it?"

When he asked this question, Abraham and a group of French pastry chefs pricked up their ears.

"It must have been an accident, right?"

"This situation is impossible to control."

"It must be some damn luck."

No one expected to hear that answer from Wang Fan, but he smiled and said it anyway: "Of course I control it myself. I have a keen nose and can tell the state of the pastry through subtle changes in smell, so I can control the heat to achieve the desired state."

Alan Abba didn't say anything for a while, and now an emotion called "jealousy" really began to arise in his heart.

How could someone be so favored by the God of Cooking?
Although I am also called the God of Cooking, I don’t have such a keen sense of smell!

Forget it, this guy is a culinary genius that is rarely seen in a century. Comparing with him is just making things difficult for yourself.

After finishing the osmanthus cake, we also had to show some appreciation for the opera house cake made by our own contestant.

He picked up the fork and pressed down lightly on one corner of the cake. With a slight "click", a small piece of cake was cut off.

When you put it in your mouth, the rich aroma of chocolate quickly fills your mouth. It is a layer of rich chocolate sauce with a silky texture. The bitter and sweet taste makes you feel not greasy at all.

When you press down with your teeth, you can feel a crisp feeling. A thin layer of almond cake blocks the way of your teeth. After baking, it becomes golden and crispy, exuding a rich almond aroma.

Then comes the bitterness of coffee, which is a layer of coffee cream with a light taste. The bitterness of coffee and the sweetness of cream are intertwined, giving the taste buds a unique flavor.

The last layer is a thin and soft cake with a delicate and soft texture. It absorbs the aroma and taste of coffee while neutralizing the crispiness of the crispy crust, adding another layer of variation.

Alan savored the Opera House cake in his mouth. It was a top-notch choice in both taste and texture. No matter from which aspect, it was undoubtedly an excellent work.

but!

I just happened to meet such a freak!

In terms of taste, the osmanthus cake is really not suitable for his French palate, but the texture is the same, that unparalleled taste is really irresistible.

Alan sighed. The bitterness of the coffee was not as great as the bitterness in his heart.

The sixth one! That guy has already killed six of his own players!

"This Opera House cake is undoubtedly an excellent work. Abraham performed very well today. I believe this Opera House cake will definitely be ranked among the best in his career. I really want to choose your work."

Alan's words made Abraham feel a little regretful. Although it was worth being happy to receive the recognition from his own chef, such words were bound to have a reversal.

"However, your opponent performed even better. The taste of his dessert, called Osmanthus Cake, truly leaves me speechless. Even the most discerning gourmet wouldn't be able to find fault with the texture. So, I'm voting for Wang Fan."

"Wang Fan."

"Contestant Wang Fan, if there's a chance, I'd like to learn how to make this osmanthus cake from you. I'm really curious. You're really amazing."

Chen Guomin and Felix gave their choices one after another. Felix's translator even translated a long paragraph, saying that he wanted to learn how to make osmanthus cake from Wang Fan.

Even though he had anticipated the result, Wang Fan still excitedly waved his fist after the actual result was announced.

To be honest, facing this Abraham, he even felt more pressure than Sofia yesterday. Fortunately, this match did not take much of his physical strength, and he was still confident that he could be at his peak in the next match.

The huge cheers almost blew the roof off the house. The audience cheered and Wang Fan’s name resounded through the sky.

"Boss Wang's KOF progress is 6/10."

"I'm going to play 10 games that will become reality!"

"Boss Wang, when will you become the best in Tianjin?"

"Just today!"

That's right, today.

According to the previous competition system, there are five games every day. If everything goes well today, the final champion will be determined.

Smoothly naturally means that Wang Fan can keep winning.

However, at this moment, something happened that no one expected.

Durand, the captain of the French dessert team and the only dessert chef in a Michelin three-star restaurant, actually walked up to the workbench at this moment!

The cheers at the scene stopped instantly, and everyone looked at the tall, blond, blue-eyed handsome man in shock.

Durand and Wang Fan stood face to face, with their workbenches less than two meters apart. He could clearly see the childishness on Wang Fan's face, where there were no signs of erosion by time.

Unbelievably young!
It seems like I have just been promoted to assistant?
Durand took the microphone and said, "I will be your opponent next."

The translator's voice was filled with shock. Even he had not expected Durand to appear at this time.

Durand continued, "I know I'm the last one on stage, and the best option is to let my teammates exhaust you for a few hours, but after thinking it over, I still don't think that's a good idea. The pride of France's top pastry chefs won't allow me to bully a young pastry chef who is exhausted. I want to give you a real competition. Are your physical strength and energy still at their peak? If you need more rest, I can wait for you."

The translator's words shocked everyone again.

"What the hell? Is this going to be a sniper confrontation at the middle gate?"

"What a man! This foreigner is exactly what I like. A real man has to fight head-on!"

"Boss Wang, kill him! So what if he only has three stars? We have five!"

"Boss Wang, scold him! Let him know the heritage of our thousand-year-old culinary culture."

Who would be so happy to watch the excitement? Mars hitting the Earth is the favorite of the spectators.

However, what everyone didn't expect was that Wang Fan actually shook his head.

Durand frowned and said, "Are you afraid that if you lose, your teammates won't be able to defeat me and my teammates? I can promise you, if you win this round, this tournament will be a victory for you, China. If I win, I will not participate in the following games."

Wang Fan shook his head again and smiled, "No, I mean I don't need to rest."

"Wow!"

"Boss Wang is awesome!"

"I like your fearlessness."

"Boss Wang is invincible. Today's victory will definitely belong to us!"

Wang Fan looked at Durand, their eyes met in the air, and a strong fighting spirit quietly spread.

Wang Fan had just seen the timidity in the eyes of the other three people. When this kind of look appears in a person's eyes, that person will never win no matter what.

That's the look of someone who fears the strong.

Wang Fan felt that he had inherited the good virtues of his ancestors. Bullying the weak was not what a real man should do. If he had to fight, it would be more interesting to fight the strongest.

Allen looked at Durand with great admiration. He liked this kind of courage to face challenges head-on.

After turning around and talking to Chen Guomin and Felix, Allen stood up and said, "Since the two teams' strongest players are willing to go head-to-head at this time, we might as well make it a big deal. I just discussed it with the two judges, and we think it would be a good idea to use the victory of the two captains to determine the winner of this Dessert Championship. So, we've decided that this match will be the final battle!"

Wang Fan and Durand had no objection, and this decision was not beneficial to either side.

If both of them are eliminated, it is hard to say who will win the final victory between the remaining 9 players from China and the remaining 3 players from France.

But after watching the peak match between Wang Fan and Durand, I am afraid that others would find it difficult to watch the duel between the remaining people.

Director Xiang and his colleagues as the organizers have no objections. In fact, it is useless even if they have any. The three judges have made the decision. What else can you do?
Even if you don't agree, when the time comes, the three judges will discuss it and decide whoever they want to win will win, right?

There is another advantage of competing at this time, which is that most people are on lunch break and have time to watch this strongest showdown.

Durand looked at Wang Fan and smiled. "Very good, you have a strong heart. I think we can become good friends after the game."

Wang Fan also smiled and said, "I think it's no problem. I'll make some delicious Chinese dishes for you then."

When Durand heard Wang Fan's words, he felt a tightness in his chest.

Only then did he remember that the man in front of him, who was already an expert in making Chinese desserts, was actually a Chinese chef.

Away from his great genealogy of Jesus!

I absolutely cannot lose to a Chinese chef in a dessert showdown!
"I will make a brand new dessert. I have spent three years researching to make it. I will use this dessert to completely defeat you."

Durand’s words also surprised Wang Fan.

As the captain of the French team and also the strongest person on the French team, the Kainan University staff naturally knew a lot about him.

There are as many as 14 options as to what kind of dessert he would make. Although there are many, he has found solutions for them one by one. But now this person tells himself that he wants to make a brand new dessert!

This not only made all his previous preparations go to waste, but also left him with no place to target.

However, Wang Fan was only distracted for a moment before he started laughing again. If you are not prepared, then you are not prepared. So what if you just have a fight between two men?
The two men looked at each other again, then turned and left at the same time. There were still dozens of minutes left in the game, but the game between them had already begun.

The two of them don't want the choice of ingredients to become the final factor in determining the outcome between them.

(End of this chapter)