Food Stall: Customers Chase Me across the Country

Chapter 739: Chapter 637: Northeast Fried Chicken Ribs

Master Level!

Talking about this, I’m wide awake!

The fatigue in Wang Fan’s eyes instantly disappeared, replaced by a sharp gleam.

He had been stuck at Half-Step Master for a long time, unable to find a breakthrough method.

Being a perfectionist, the title "Half-Step" was deserved but still irritating to look at constantly.

West Point World Cup?

Wang Fan opened the webpage and started searching for relevant news.

The famous pastry master Gabri, in collaboration with the top French chocolate brand Valrhona, established this pastry competition in 1989. It has now developed into the most influential and prestigious international pastry competition, held once every two years. The competition is organized after preliminary selections held in over 50 countries, followed by 4 continental competitions: West Point Africa Cup, European Cup, Asian Cup, and Latin America Cup. Finally, over 20 teams of top pastry chefs from various countries will head to France Lyon to compete for the ultimate crown.

Gabri was unknown to him, but he knew Valrhona, as the chocolate used for today’s iceberg molten chocolate came from this brand. Coincidentally, he seemed to have a connection with this brand.

Upon seeing this competition and the ultimate reward, Wang Fan couldn’t help but wonder—do you have to compete with the world’s finest chefs to advance to Master Level?

There is some truth to this. Many industries stress the importance of real combat revealing true skill. In a limited time, adrenaline is pumped to its peak, squeezing out every last bit of potential. Facing off against evenly matched opponents not only exposes one’s shortcomings but allows learning from counterparts’ strengths. This indeed seems like a viable path?

If the dessert level reaches Master Level, by extension, would his Chef Level also elevate to Master Level?

Is there a level beyond Master Level?

Grandmaster Level?

Chef God?

"Boss, what are you thinking about so intently?"

"Thinking about how to make them absolutely crave."

Zhuo Qianqian’s eyes lit up upon hearing this: "Chinese or Western style?"

Wang Fan thought for a moment and said: "I remember seeing a honey cake in Altai earlier, what do you think about making that?"

Zhuo Qianqian happily replied: "Of course, that cake is delicious."

"Alright, then we’ll make it tomorrow."

They had tried this cake when they visited Great Border, and it left a deep impression on him.

From chatting with the cake shop owner, he learned that this cake evolved from the traditional pastries of the Tatar ethnic group.

The Tatar ancestors came from Russia, and during their migration to Great Border, they brought these Russian pastries, creating traditional cuisine infused with Central Asian flavors, often made and shared during festivals, birthdays, and other special occasions, symbolizing reunion and happiness.

An important point is, making this dessert also allows for practicing Western pastry making techniques in advance.

And the most important thing is, this cake is easy to make and in large quantities, enough to cater to those enthusiastic foodies.

"Boss, you haven’t made this cake before, can you just make it directly tomorrow?"

"Hmm?"

Triggered by the keyword, Wang Fan was instantly displeased: "Can I do it? Ha, wait, I’ll show you right now."

Wang Fan got up and went directly to the kitchen, swiftly preparing the ingredients and utensils needed.

60g butter, 35g white sugar, 45g honey mixed over heat, 1 egg, 170g low-gluten flour, 2.5g baking powder added in sequence. As mixing continued, the ingredients in the mixing bowl blended into an enticing golden color.

Putting the golden dough into the fridge to chill, Wang Fan lightly hummed, "Today, I’ll show you what innate pastry holy body means."

"Pfft..."

Zhuo Qianqian couldn’t hold back and laughed out loud: "Boss, since when did you become so competitive?"

Wang Fan was slightly stunned by her comment, maybe he really had?

"I’m not sure either, after participating in the dessert competition?"

"That could be the reason. How long does the cake base need to be chilled?"

"Over an hour, what’s up?"

Zhuo Qianqian chuckled: "Since it needs over an hour, why don’t we go out and wander around the night market, see if there’s anything delicious?"

Looking at the time, it was just past 7 o’clock, going out for a stroll wasn’t a big deal: "Sure, let’s get dressed, put on more layers, it’s cold at night."

After informing his second uncle, the two headed out.

There was no need to go far, as there was a night market not far from Central Street. Perhaps due to the snow melting during the day, the cold night, and the wind, Central Street seemed a bit deserted, even the Southern guests who were often active at night had returned early to their accommodations.

After walking a short distance, they came across a roadside stand. The stand, filled with various ice creams, was unattended, leaving them puzzled.

Zhuo Qianqian really liked eating Northeast Big Bars; it wouldn’t be a proper outing on such a cold day without one. But not seeing the stand owner left her feeling a bit helpless.

Under Zhuo Qianqian’s surprised gaze, Wang Fan took two sticks directly from the stand and then pulled out his phone to scan 10 yuan for payment: "The owner must be hiding somewhere warm, ten yuan is more than enough."

After saying it, he tore open the packaging and handed the Big Bar to Zhuo Qianqian.

Receiving the ice cream, bringing it to her lips, her tongue slightly extended, the sweet sensation immediately transmitted through her tongue to her brain.

However, when she tried to retract her tongue, she awkwardly discovered it was stuck to the ice cream.