Storm Inhale!
Gu Zhengchao looked at Sofia in shock as she activated her skill, thinking to himself, when did this girl develop such a talent for performance?
It’s just a bowl of beef noodles, do you really need to eat it so passionately and wholeheartedly?
To be honest, you’re overacting a bit!
In Gu Zhengchao’s view, Sovia was overacting, but to these foreigners, it seed just right. Moreover, the way she slurped the noodles nonstop made them curious—are these Eastern noodles really that delicious?
Sofia didn’t care what others thought. At this mont, she even forgot about Gu Zhengchao.
The smooth and chewy noodles made her feel like she just wanted to quickly scoop them all into her mouth, and that’s exactly what she did.
The thin noodles weren’t a lot, roughly about 100 grams in a bowl. Isn’t French cuisine known for its small, exquisite portions? Wang Fan thought there was nothing wrong with learning from that.
Such a small amount couldn’t withstand Sofia’s storm inhale!
In less than a minute, she had already finished all the noodles, not even touching the beef in the bowl.
Feeling unsatisfied, she picked up the bowl and began to gulp down the soup.
I must say, Sofia really knows her stuff.
The noodle soup, made by simring beef bones, beef, and various spices, was diluted with water and cooked with white radish. It wasn’t as greasy as pure at soup but instead had a refreshing taste.
The addition and soaking of garlic sprouts, cilantro, green onions, and chili oil added another layer of freshness and enticing aroma.
The soup’s temperature was just right, slightly hot but not scalding. Drinking it filled her with flavor and gave a warm feeling that spread through her body, a truly enjoyable sensation.
No wonder Gu Zhengchao always told her one thing—drink more hot water.
But now it needs to be changed, to drink more hot soup.
Gu Zhengchao was already staring at Sofia in amazent.
Has our relationship reached a point where you can support like this without caring about your image?
Should I consider confessing when I go back?
After all, if you can go this far, you must have so feelings for , right?
Otherwise, why would you act like this over a simple bowl of noodles?
While he was lost in random thoughts, Wang Fan was not.
Sofia’s reaction was completely within his expectations.
Many people had tried Lanzhou noodles and thought they were just so-so. But again, as the saying goes, Lanzhou Noodles are Lanzhou Noodles, and beef noodles are beef noodles. They should not be confused or compared; they are fundantally different.
The flavor of noodles lies entirely in the soup; whether the ingredients are sufficient makes the taste worlds apart.
Sofia’s reaction undoubtedly piqued the curiosity of the surrounding foreigners to the maximum, and soone couldn’t help but co to Wang Fan to make a purchase.
The average annual inco in Paris is about 67,000 Euros, and those who have ti to stroll through the Louvre aren’t exactly short on money. Twenty Euros wouldn’t make them stomp their feet.
The guy who said Japan was a province of Huaxia was the first to buy a portion.
"When I went to Japan, I tried the ran there, and now I want to see which of you two are better."
As he spoke, he was already putting a mouthful of noodles into his mouth.
When the flavorful noodles entered his mouth, his eyes widened in shock.
The chewy and smooth noodles, full of flavor, brought imnse joy to his taste buds.
"Oh my God! These noodles are simply too delicious. I’ve never had anything this tasty!"
Reeves was astounded.
The noodles had no butter, no cheese, and not even sugar, yet they managed to conquer his taste buds.
The ran he had in Japan was nowhere near this delicious!
"Hey buddy at the front, can you eat outside the line? You’re blocking us from buying the food."
Reeves’s standing there caused discontent among those behind him, and soone spoke up to remind him.
Hearing this, Reeves quickly stepped aside, but he didn’t move the bowl of noodles an inch away from his mouth.
He believed that today he’d eaten the best noodles in the world and witnessed the most spectacular culinary performance.
In Japan, noodles are made by placing a big dough ball into a machine, which doesn’t compare to the handso guy’s noodle-making process here.
Moreover, the flavor isn’t even in the sa realm.
"The flavor of the Japan’s noodles is indeed rich, but the bowl in my hand sohow combines rich and refreshing flavors. Two completely opposite tastes collide in one bowl and not only don’t clash but actually complent each other, creating a new flavor."
Reeves, aspiring to be a Michelin Inspector, had done so serious study on food appreciation.
Once the noodles were pulled, they cooked quickly, and soon, ten or so blond-haired, blue-eyed foreigners were eating their noodles aside.
Two of them, accustod to eating cold foods, couldn’t handle the hot noodles, grimacing in discomfort, but even so, they couldn’t help but praise the dish.
However, French praise is as impoverished as their swear words; they can’t match Huaxia’s ability to refer to an entire family tree.
The complints translated to sothing like "Oh, this is so good," "This is so delicious," or "My God."
Or expressions of astonishnt similar to "Whoa" or "Aweso."
Gu Zhengchao had already taken out his phone, snickering as he recorded these foreigners.
A bunch of blond-haired, blue-eyed foreigners slurping down noodles like in a dostic noodle shop was quite a sight.
If posted on a forum, it would certainly stir things up.
Weren’t you the ones saying we are dirty and ssy? Weren’t you the ones saying our food isn’t fit for pigs?
"Once these videos are posted online, let’s see if those arrogant folks can still say Chinese food is dirty and not tasty! They haven’t even tried authentic Chinese food, yet they dare to talk nonsense. It really pisses off!"
Gu Zhengchao muttered fiercely.
Hearing his words, Wang Fan felt a bit pent up as well.
The sa foreign venture, French cuisine beca synonymous with romance and high-end luxury in Huaxia, with als costing thousands being praised as value for money.
But when Huaxia’s restaurants opened in the West, they were labeled as cheap.
Previously, when the White-headed Eagle people caused the biggest uproar, various shops were vandalized, but a Chinese restaurant was miraculously spared. The reason was, if destroyed, they wouldn’t get cheap food, which is a laughable reason, but it reflects foreigners’ real impression of Chinese food.
Wang Fan couldn’t help but frown.
Although setting up a street stall had so effect, it was ultimately a small-scale affair. Should he consider Allen’s proposal?
Those who Allen could invite would undoubtedly be elite from various fields. If he could win them over, wouldn’t the baseless accusations from unscrupulous dia be refuted without effort?
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