Food Stall: Customers Chase Me across the Country

Chapter 654 - 596: There Are Water Lilies on My Birthday Cake Too, Complete with BGM!

12:30 in the afternoon, there was half an hour left before the competition officially began.

Wang Fan didn’t even have lunch to maintain a good state for the afternoon competition.

The French pastry chefs invited to this competition weren’t there to merely show off; each was a Michelin-grade elite, and inviting them took considerable effort and money.

The most memorable impression of Sichuan is its numbing and spicy flavors, but actually, Sichuan is also a major province for sweets. This is also part of the cultural and tourism bureau’s plan to promote its image as a city of sweets.

You can laugh at their ambitions, but absolutely not at their culinary skills!

If you underestimate your enemy, you might end up like Fernando.

Zhuo Qianqian had already sent Wang Fan the photo and information on Kerry, even including a photo of his proud work—the Water Lily Fruit Cream Cake.

When Wang Fan saw the design of this cake, he was speechless and could only say it was meticulously outrageous.

Fortunately, the competition only lasts two hours, so it’s impossible for him to make it as exquisite as the picture.

But as long as it’s eight-tenths similar, any opponent would likely be flustered.

Wang Fan’s brain was working at lightning speed.

Knowing the judges had just finished lunch, and that the opponent would most likely make a cream cake, what could he make to defeat the opponent?

If this were a math problem, Wang Fan would rack his brain to no avail, but this is a culinary problem, a dessert problem.

A smile slowly formed on Wang Fan’s lips as a plan emerged in his mind.

Often, one really feels proud to be a Huaxia person; this opponent is incredibly strong, and sometimes it feels insurmountable,

But!

Fortunately, we have our ancestors watching over us. If one doesn’t cover, then two. We have plenty of impressive ancestors!

Firstly, we know ourselves and the enemy, then we use their strength against them, and finally, we present our ancestors’ afternoon tea. With this combination, even a master will have to bow down!

Glancing at the items on the workstation, with the necessary cooking utensils and ingredients all there, Wang Fan calmly sat down and closed his eyes to rest until the competition began.

Kerry was very tall, even taller than Wang Fan, but his figure was excellent, with a ring of golden stubble adding a majestic touch.

His eyes held no arrogance, only seriousness.

He checked his cooking utensils seriously, checked his ingredients seriously, and stared at Wang Fan seriously for a while, even nodding in acknowledgment.

Wang Fan’s strength had already gained his respect, and he would definitely give his all.

Allen was very pleased with Kerry’s demeanor; this was the attitude one should have in a competition. Although Kerry’s restaurant currently only held one star, few knew that in the latest evaluation, his restaurant was set to be upgraded to two stars, and the final push was precisely Kerry’s signature work—the Water Lily Fruit Cream Cake!

Dear Wang, let’s see how you respond this time?

Chen Guomin was so nervous his palms were sweating.

This Kerry was the contestant who successfully defended his title in last year’s competition, and he defeated four opponents by himself!

With such a powerful pastry master, it was astonishing that he was already appearing second. Could Wang Fan handle it?

The competition had no extra nonsense; the moment the time was up, it began immediately.

The camera still focused on Wang Fan: "We can see Boss Wang looks very calm, his hands are steady, and several ripe peaches from Sichuan are placed in front of him. It’s believed this dessert must involve peaches."

Zhang Tao’s voice occasionally echoed, sometimes incorporating some promotional content about Sichuan’s cultural tourism, but because his promotion was always just right, it didn’t annoy the audience at all.

Wang Fan, as usual, didn’t concern himself with outside affairs; he focused solely on making his little dessert.

The large, red peaches were carefully scrubbed clean with coarse salt, then the skin was meticulously peeled off with a small knife, falling in uniform, unbroken spirals.

The live audience was silent at this moment, some even holding their breath, fearing that an inadvertent sigh would break the long spiral of peach skin from Wang Fan’s hands.

Only when the entire peach was peeled did many let out a long sigh of relief and then started gasping, almost feeling suffocated in that instant, their faces flushed red.

Many others found a comfortable position to quietly watch their phones.

The sound at the scene was low, with no annoying background music, and the screen showed only the two pastry chefs meticulously crafting their creations.

"Feels like watching Boss Wang’s livestream of stargazing, truly relaxing."

"Boss Wang’s movements are always steady, exuding a particular grace and composure, calming one’s nerves just by watching."

"That foreigner is also good, goodness, he even used tweezers for the decoration, Boss Wang seems to have met his match."

"This foreigner is well-known in the French pastry world. I must say, this show’s producers are ruthless; our pastry scene only recently emerged, and they threw in the big guns right away."

"If you’re gonna hit, hit the strongest, anyway, I believe Boss Wang will definitely not lose!"

"Quietly watch; when that familiar background music starts, we’ll start chatting again."

Wang Fan had already started boiling the freshly peeled peach skin in spring water.

Yes, peach skin.

The spring water in the glass kettle was starting to bubble, and its clear, transparent color was gradually tinged with pink.