Food Stall: Customers Chase Me across the Country

Chapter 647 - 593: I Came Here to Take First Place

"Boss Wang isn’t one to stay quiet, how did he end up participating in a dessert competition?"

"Wow, you wouldn’t believe it until you look it up, but we’ve been on a two-loss streak in this competition, both times miserably."

"It’s normal to lose; why would you compete with France in desserts? Isn’t Paris sweet enough?"

"Yeah, this competition should be against Korea; I’d love to see what a kimchi-flavored dessert looks like."

"Great Britain would work, too. Stargazing Faction is technically a dessert, right?"

"Competing with France... I really admire their courage."

"Don’t talk like that; Boss Wang is in there. Anything is possible with Boss Wang in the mix!"

"But there’s only one Boss Wang, even if he can tackle three, there are still seven more to beat."

The discussion around this competition is intense, but most people don’t have high hopes for our side.

There’s no choice; French desserts are way too well-known.

Macarons, Napoleon pastries, soufflés, mousse, cream puffs...

All kinds of familiar desserts around us were almost all introduced from France, whereas our local desserts seem hardly known, let alone seen.

Oh, right, do mooncakes, rice balls, green bean cakes count?

...

The competition venue.

Since the format is KOF style, with two pastry chefs competing each time, the space they occupy isn’t large, and apart from the non-competing pastry chefs’ rest area and the judges’ zone, the rest is open to the public.

A lot of dessert enthusiasts with nothing better to do today showed up early to catch the excitement. Initially, the atmosphere was quite calm, but when the pastry chefs entered the arena, bursts of exclamations couldn’t be contained.

"Wow, these foreigners are all so tall!"

"You have to admit, this whole team in chef uniforms really looks professional."

"Looks impressive; let’s hope we don’t lose too badly."

As soon as the France Team entered, the audience couldn’t help but gasp in awe.

France, the so-called fashion capital, had its contestants dressed in perfectly tailored outfits that looked particularly elegant and noble on the already tall French individuals.

Perhaps specifically selected, these French pastry chefs had great physiques, and despite spending their days with desserts, their figures were akin to male models, no wonder the audience reacted this way.

The Huaxia Team was also entering at this moment, but their lineup was mixed, with varied heights and bodies, unlike the uniformly tall and handsome French team, making them appear less formidable.

"Ah, this..."

"Not that I’m acting Western-centric, but the hardware difference is quite stark."

"At least in terms of appearance, the France Team is already winning impeccably."

"Their physique is delectable; our team just..."

"Huh?"

"Whoa?"

"You really can’t be certain."

Many audience members ready to criticize changed their tune when Wang Fan entered.

"Oh wow, he’s kinda handsome!"

"Boss Wang is wearing that outfit in a competition like this?"

As soon as Wang Fan entered, he became the focus of the audience, thanks to his pure white Hanfu.

His figure was already tall and sturdy, and wearing that loose, flowing Hanfu, he truly radiated the essence of "a gentleman like jade, unmatched in the world."

"This outfit is great for a leisurely stroll or taking photos, but isn’t it a bit unsuitable for making desserts?"

"Ah, this... won’t those big sleeves cause trouble during the competition?"

"Boss Wang, if you’re under any duress just blink; we’ll call the police immediately."

"A little misguided, can he still win dressed like that?"

Appearance-focused audiences were delighted, while those hoping for a Huaxia Team win were a bit concerned, knowing it’s always easier to cook or bake in more streamlined attire.

Durand kept an eye on Wang Fan, who the head chef Allen specifically mentioned as someone to focus on, yet he appeared in such an incongruous chef’s outfit?

The ridicule in his eyes was evident; wearing that was like donning a trench coat—how could anyone expect great desserts?

Ha, clown!

Not only him, but even Head Chef Allen was already frowning.

He couldn’t comprehend why Wang Fan chose to wear that outfit.

No one questioned aloud, so Wang Fan naturally didn’t step out to argue that his attire wouldn’t affect his dessert-making.

He wasn’t coerced; he simply wanted to dress that way.

He’d simulated countless times, and tested extensively in his RV; the outfit didn’t hinder his dessert preparations at all.

On the contrary, during any action, the attire brought a sense of calm and serenity; this wasn’t his playfully fancy costume, but his focus-enhancing battle robe.

The host’s opening remarks were still the usual clichés, mainly introducing the three judges and 20 contestants.

France’s culinary god Allen, Huaxia’s dessert master Chen Guomin, Germany’s pastry maestro Felix—all renowned figures in their respective countries.

"Just reading the French contestant introductions brings an overwhelming sense of pressure; they’re all Michelin-related."

"Uh... theirs looks like regular troops; ours is a mismatch of this cake shop and that pastry house, the gap is vast."

"Feels like there’s little chance to win; their battle strength isn’t on the same level."

"Boss Wang should be the grand finale, right?"

"He was the last to enter, ranked first yesterday, so he should be the last one up."