Food Stall: Customers Chase Me across the Country

Chapter 650 - 594: The First Dessert—Frosted Persimmon Bliss (Part 2)

"Whoa, I didn’t even notice that today’s host is Zhang Tao?"

"Wow, they’ve even invited the Spring Festival Gala host?"

"The level is really high, but his professional skills truly live up to it; he can whip up these little speeches effortlessly."

"And he even promoted Sichuan tourism in the process."

"Sichuan tourism scored big here; this works better than promoting spicy hot pot."

"Is spicy hot pot something people on earth can afford to eat?"

Wang Fan raised his arm, and the wide sleeve naturally hung down, revealing a section of his arm. It was even more convenient than regular clothes, saving him the trouble of rolling up his sleeves.

With one hand holding a persimmon and the other pinching and gently tearing at the persimmon’s skin, he quickly peeled it clean.

The peeled persimmon was placed in a bowl beside him. Then he took another bowl and put in glutinous rice flour, cornstarch, sugar, milk, and persimmon juice. With one hand holding the sleeve, he gently stirred the mixture.

Zhang Tao exclaimed, "At first, I thought Boss Wang’s hanfu was just for looks, giving me a feeling of ’Apart from your three layers of snow, who in the world suits white clothes?’ But I was worried this outfit might affect his performance. Now it seems not only did it not affect him, but it became a bonus. His every move is just right.

His appearance is like jade, his posture like a pine, graceful like a swan, and elegant like a dragon. Sorry, forgive my lack of vocabulary; I think I’ve become a huge fanboy of Boss Wang."

Zhang Tao’s professional ability is undeniable. His words left the live audience and those watching the broadcast astonished; some even got goosebumps.

"Oh my... Such cheesy words, but I didn’t feel uncomfortable hearing them?"

"The only words I know are handsome, really handsome, stunningly handsome. No wonder I can’t be a Spring Festival Gala host."

"Did the boss’s wife save the Earth in a past life? Why isn’t someone this handsome my boyfriend?"

"Are all guys from the Northeast as handsome as Boss Wang? Is it too late to go to the Northeast to find a boyfriend?"

"Girl, let me tell you responsibly, there are indeed many handsome guys in the Northeast, but someone like Boss Wang is definitely rare, really rare among Huaxia people."

"If I were praised like this, I’d blush as red as a monkey’s butt. Look at Boss Wang, he’s not affected at all; his inner strength is truly remarkable."

It’s not that Wang Fan wasn’t affected by the praise; he simply didn’t hear it at all.

Fully engrossed in dessert making, he seemed one with the workbench. The process in his mind was executed smoothly, and the ingredients on the workbench were changing bit by bit.

After mixing the batter thoroughly, he put it in the steamer. Once done, he added butter and mixed until fully absorbed. As the temperature decreased slightly, he repeatedly stretched the dough, added food coloring, continued kneading, portioned it into small pieces, rolled them into skins, squeezed cream on top, added persimmon flesh and cream to seal, gently molded them into the shape of persimmons, and placed them upside down on a wooden tray. With a gentle press using the persimmon stem from earlier, one lifelike persimmon after another appeared on the tray.

The high-definition camera captured all of this, presenting it in the video, where everyone watched as seemingly unrelated ingredients assembled into this incredibly delicious-looking persimmon dessert.

"Honestly, I’ve seen Transformers transform, and it wasn’t as impressive as this."

"Can a guy cooking be this handsome?"

"Obviously, he could rely on his looks but chooses to rely on his talent instead."

Zhang Tao saw Wang Fan still busy and suddenly signaled the cameraman to turn the camera around: "Come on, let’s go see how the France Team is doing."

"What the hell? They’re leaving already?"

"??? Turn the camera back to Boss Wang! Who’s interested in seeing some blond gorilla?"

"Where’s my Italian cannon? Let me blast that cameraman and host!"

Zhang Tao couldn’t see the comments, but he knew well enough that people were scolding him. He chuckled to himself.

What’s needed for show effects? It’s shock! Watching from start to finish is like seeing a child all the time without noticing their growth. But if you leave for a while, you’ll be amazed at how much they’ve shot up.

It’s the same principle. Boss Wang is prepping a spectacular dessert transformation. Watching constantly won’t give you the stunning impression of witnessing the result in an instant.

I’ll be waiting for your apologies and thank-yous!

As the camera moved away, the internet was flooded with complaints. In Ershu’s small shop, over twenty people were gathered; those with seats were sitting, and those without were standing, each holding a pork knuckle and eating happily. They were watching Boss Wang’s food to spice up their meal, and when the camera suddenly switched, they all started cursing too.

The camera turned, and Fernando from the France Team had already completed his entry.

When the scene appeared, it was like someone pressed the pause button for the viewers; the whole comment section suddenly went silent.

The camera showed a sugar-crafted bowl, with strands of golden sugar twisted like woven willow branches, appearing random yet possessing a unique artistic beauty.

The base of the bowl was green sugar, and a few plump, bright red strawberries lay quietly inside, creating an overall color that looked sophisticated and elegant, giving a refined, high-end feel.

"Ah, this..."

"Wow... Is this the power of Michelin?"

"This looks exactly like something I can’t afford to eat."

"Isn’t Boss Wang going to get knocked out in the first round?"