"An artwork, this is an artwork!"
Allen has created countless delicacies in his lifeti. Being able to own three Michelin three-star restaurants, his plating skills are naturally second to none.
But compared to Wang Fan’s Sunlight Golden Mountain, they are two completely different things.
Just by looking at it, it feels like a warmth is emanating from it, and he knows that’s the effect of the color palette.
Fraudster!
Anna is a complete fraud!
With such a perfect appearance, he actually said this young man can’t plate!
She should be dragged over to take a good look at this masterpiece!
Allen picked up the cutlery, wanting to try the taste of this dessert. Several tis he wanted to make a move, but ultimately couldn’t bring himself to do it.
Such a perfect creation, moving a fork would be desecrating art.
Wang Fan was very satisfied with his work today.
Not only did he replicate the Sunlight Golden Mountain from his mind in appearance, but also integrated elents loved in French cuisine into the cake—wine.
Especially within, there’s a jelly lake made with white wine, a bit of butterfly pea flower water, and so other seasonings. It perfectly replicates Sayram Lake in appearance and is quite groundbreaking in taste.
He really wanted the legendary master chef in front of him to critique it, and if he could give so suggestions for improvent, that would be even better.
Wang Fan looked at Allen expectantly, while Allen looked troubled at the Sunlight Golden Mountain mousse cake.
Zhuo Qianqian watched the two staring wide-eyed at each other, with faces blank but hearts blooming with joy.
This is how it should be!
The boss never used to care much about plating; everything he made was sothing you wanted to eat in one bite. But ever since being criticized by the teacher a few tis, he’s slowly started paying attention to plating.
It’s okay with stir-fry dishes, but once cakes or other desserts are made, eating even a bite feels like committing a cri!
Now soone finally understands her feelings, watching people wanting yet unable to eat, it’s truly amusing.
Unable to hold it back anymore, Wang Fan reminded: "Master Allen, won’t you try it?"
Allen shook his head with a bitter smile: "Mr. Wang, to be honest, the Sunlight Golden Mountain you created today is beyond my expectations. May I ask, is this a scenery from your place, or was it imagined?"
Wang Fan explained: "This is a scenery I saw while traveling in a province called Great Border in Huaxia. I just recreated it, but it’s only approximation, far from the enchanting real scene."
With a mix of sadness and longing, Allen sighed: "Art cos from life. Paris’s progressively deteriorating scenery has drained my inspiration. I believe the mysterious and beautiful East will provide new inspiration."
Wang Fan smiled and said: "If you have the ti, you should definitely visit Huaxia. We have lots of beautiful scenery and hospitable people."
Allen nodded: "I will arrange my trip now; I will definitely visit the East."
After speaking, he put down the cutlery and urgently said: "I won’t keep you. Here’s my card, if you ever have ti, feel free to discuss the true aning of cuisine with ."
Pushed out the door, an unclear Wang Fan scratched his head, feeling he hadn’t done sothing.
I seem to have made a Sunlight Golden Mountain waiting for this legendary chef’s critique, but until the mont I left, did he eat it or not?
With so disappointnt, Wang Fan shook his head and led Zhuo Qianqian towards the elevator. It’s late, and they still need to catch the opening ceremony.
On their way back to Huaxia House, they passed by the Paris Temple, which has yet to be fully repaired five years after the fire. Such efficiency is indeed impressive.
...
Gu Zhengchao was very happy today.
He never expected his father would suddenly co to Paris to see him without saying a word!
After enjoying a hearty hotown al yesterday, his father arrived today—isn’t this what you call double happiness?
Gu’s father arrived by plane just past 5 PM, then bought a lot of groceries intending to make a proper al for his son tonight.
By the ti they returned to Gu Zhengchao’s residence, it was already 7 PM.
Carrying the bags, Gu’s father headed to the kitchen saying: "Go watch so TV, I can handle it by myself."
Though not a professional chef, Gu’s father has cooked for many years and preparing a al for his son is quite simple.
Knowing he couldn’t offer much help, Gu Zhengchao nestled onto the sofa and watched the Olympics opening ceremony.
Yet no matter how he looked at it, the opening ceremony felt sowhat eye-piercing.
What’s going on—why does it start with two flamboyantly dressed bearded n kissing, holding hands, and running??
"Son, where’s the vinegar..."
At this mont, Gu’s father ca out of the kitchen, asking while sneaking a glance at the TV.
His pupils instantly dilated, unable to help asking: "Son, what are you watching?"
Gu Zhengchao honestly replied: "The Olympics opening ceremony."
"Paris Olympics?"
Gu’s father repeated, looking again at the TV.
The TV picture had already shifted to a man with flirtatious eyes, doe-eyed, pulling another man into his arms.
"Are you saying this is the Paris Olympics?"
Gu’s father was furious, his voice almost breaking.
"Are you a gay?"
He had heard that this is very popular abroad. Has his son been influenced after only a few years outside?!
"No, no, no..."
Gu Zhengchao panicked: "I’m not! This isn’t! This is the Paris Olympics opening ceremony!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the TV cara switched again, showing a rugged, long-haired, bearded man with glamorous makeup, wearing a woman’s low-cut attire, starting to aggressively crawl across the stage...
Gu’s father reached for his waist, slowly drawing out a crocodile brand leather belt: "Our Gu family has passed down the line for three generations, all waiting for you to carry on, and you’re engaging in homosexuality??!"
Gu Zhengchao sweated in anxiety: "Dad, listen to ! This really is the opening ceremony! I’m not gay!"
Gu’s father looked at the TV. At this mont, the TV picture shifted again, showing a huge cloche appearing at the center of the stage, which slowly rose to reveal a buffed version of the Green Lion Spirit wearing nothing but briefs on the TV...
Gu’s father’s pupils instantly contracted; at that mont, he was already considering whether it’s too late to start a new line...
The opening ceremony Wang Fan watched was much more normal.
Because he watched it by the Seine River.
The athletes were just entering by boat at that mont.
Zhuo Qianqian admired while watching: "Wow, I suppose that’s why people call them Gallic roosters. We at most have shared rides, but they’ve already shared boats—look at that boat, it has five whole countries on it."
Wang Fan looked at the small boat with five flags and couldn’t help but sigh that the Paris Olympics truly embodied the phrase "frugality."
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