Free Web NovelChapter 661: Chapter 599: Wang Fan’s Speed and Passion
He saw Aramis’s obviously flustered actions and chuckled to himself.
Estimating that the timing was about right, he finally stood up slowly.
He got up and added clear water to the glass kettle, then put in a suitable amount of oolong tea leaves to brew.
The audience finally eased their anxious hearts. Although 40 minutes had passed, with the remaining 100 minutes, it was enough for Boss Wang to make a comeback.
This trust was earned from his solid track record.
Aramis also sighed in relief, thinking that as long as he got moving, it was better than guessing away... Oh, fuck! My God! Why did you sit down again! frёeweɓηovel.coɱ
At this moment, Aramis really wished he could walk up to Wang Fan, grab him by the collar, and ask him what the hell he was doing!
Not just him; even those who had been supporting Wang Fan now wanted to rush onto the stage to prop him up.
Or if they raised their hands high, could they share some energy with him?
"Stand up, man! Brother Wang, you can do it, take a few steps, it’s okay!"
"Don’t lie down again, Boss Wang! Why sleep long in life, when death is eternal rest! Stand up and fight!"
"You need to make a slight move to defeat that foreigner, but you have to make the move!"
At this moment, the audience was truly left with tears they couldn’t cry.
They feared there was no hope but were afraid that a glimmer of it might appear only to vanish again. Wang Fan standing up gave them hope, but when he sat down, didn’t that hope just shatter on the spot?
Can’t be the same as the previous round, relying on just a cup of tea for a comeback?
Surely these foreigners aren’t foolish enough to fall into the same pit twice?
They can’t be, right?
Aramis was already a bit angry. He felt that this young man from the East was really impolite—he was giving his all in this competition, yet Wang Fan just sat there resting!
Even if he had fought two rounds already, he should stand up straight and face him fairly, or defeat him, because this was an act of surrender, and he, Aramis, would utterly defeat him with his specialty dessert, macarons!
Wang Fan, with his eyes closed, seemed to have fallen asleep from exhaustion, time passing seemed irrelevant to him.
The competition’s time ticked away, and Aramis’s macarons were already in the oven.
Get up! Quickly, stand up!
The anxiously eager audience prayed in their hearts, then slowly gave up resistance, and gradually came to terms with reality, as the remaining time was really running out.
Aramis’s macarons had been placed on a plate, and just needed the final presentation to be officially complete.
Boss Wang, get up quickly! There’s not much time left for the Huaxia Team!
The audience’s final desperate cry seemed to reach Wang Fan, and his eyelids twitched.
Then, when the aroma of oolong tea was completely released, Wang Fan suddenly stood up with a bounce.
He slightly warmed up his limbs, took a deep breath, and then quickly energized all his muscles.
Then, the next second, a scene unfolded that made the audience almost pop their eyes out.
If he just looked motionless like a dead person before, then at this moment, he was certainly as energetic as a bounding rabbit.
With perfect body control, firing on all cylinders was incomparable to ordinary people.
Quickly weighing glutinous rice flour and white bean paste, he poured in oolong tea water and swiftly stirred it into a dough with chopsticks. When the temperature dropped slightly, he quickly kneaded it into a dough.
Then, after a dizzying operation, suddenly five small dough balls of different colors appeared on the workbench.
The audience, host Zhang Tao, a group of contestants, and three judges all shared the same expression at this moment—dumbfounded.
"So Boss Wang is this fast?"
"He used to be slow-fast, but now he’s like turbocharged!"
"Turbocharged? More like swapped out for a jet engine."
"Damn, I seem to see afterimages..."
The shock of the crowd continued, as Wang Fan’s hand somehow already had a white dough skin, and he picked up the green oolong tea ball and directly wrapped it in the skin. With a twist and a rub of his fingers, a smooth little ball appeared in his hand.
Next, he pinched two especially small bits from the black dough, rolled and pressed them in his hand, and stuck them onto the white ball.
He pinched a piece from the red dough, pressed it with his thumb to get a small hat-like skin, and directly capped it onto the white ball.
Although these motions sound normal, what stunned everyone was that he completed this step using only his right hand!
Zhang Tao snapped back to reality, introducing in an emotional voice, "Dear audience, our contestant Wang Fan finally got moving, and he’s even utilizing a skill only heard of in martial arts novels—Left-Right Mutual Struggle! His left hand is constantly creating parts, while the right hand assembles these parts together, oh! I can see it now, it’s actually a panda head!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the camera zoomed in on Wang Fan’s workbench, showing a panda head wearing a little red hat already placed there.
The panda’s eyes and nose were already completed, and even two round ears had appeared in this short moment.
The audience then felt that in the blink of an eye, there was a small red ball beside the panda head, and they saw Wang Fan’s hand, like a cage, encapsulate the small ball. Pressing and tapping simultaneously, another blink later, the ball had transformed into a lucky bag-shaped little stool. Such a miraculous sight truly opened the eyes of everyone and got many people feeling pumped with excitement.
"Honestly, I suspect Boss Wang activated a speed boost."
"Activated, definitely activated, as long as it’s not turned off, it’s on; an AE86 going through a drainage ditch corner isn’t this fast."
"Not only is it fast, but the things being made are incredibly exquisite. Even sculpting with clay like this could take over a dozen minutes; he finished in mere seconds!"
"Oh wow! There’s even a bow-tie belt! Wow! Assembled together now! Lucky bag panda fusion!"
"Wow, and it’s even holding a bamboo shoot; this panda lucky bag looks really nice." ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm
"Damn it to hell, I thought Boss Wang had given up the competition; I didn’t expect he was planning to give us a show of speed and passion."
"Fired up! This is twice as thrilling as Beovale!"
At this moment, the venue was echoing with waves of exclamations, as the panda, representing Sichuan or rather all of Huaxia, deeply resonated with the audience’s affection, to the bone.
Such a vividly charming lucky bag panda appearing right before their eyes—how could the audience, already fond of this animal, handle it?
With a small pair of scissors in his hand, Wang Fan trimmed the edges of the small white ball and hat on the panda’s head, then lightly applied pink edible pigment on the panda’s white cheeks. These faint blushes made the panda look even cuter.
Finally, he meticulously wrote the character "福" (Fu, meaning blessing) on the lucky bag panda. This panda lucky bag dessert was completed in just a few short minutes!
In fact, the time spent crafting the panda was perhaps less than the time taken to write that character.
But there was no other choice, as his handwriting couldn’t be shown off; being precise with each stroke ensured no major mistakes or point deductions.
Aramis was completely dumbfounded.
He felt like he’d only just taken out some pastry shells from the oven, piped cream, and already this Easterner had somehow magically created a panda!
This wasn’t a dessert showdown; he must have used magic!
Cheating, that’s blatant damn cheating!
"Protest, he must have prepared it beforehand!"
"Protest denied, we have recorded the entire process, he merely has a faster pace, no, he has an exceptionally fast pace..."
Allen, as a judge, felt like protesting too.
Watching someone seemingly cheat right in front of you—who could withstand this?
And by the time the two items were placed in front of him, he could barely take it.
Pandas!
He had a Beovale Wildlife Park annual pass just so he could frequently visit the giant pandas!
When Dream’s baby was born, he had watched the entire live broadcast.
Making a giant panda-themed dessert, isn’t it attacking my soft spot, isn’t it stabbing me in the heart, you rascal!
Protest! I really want to find someone to lodge a protest too!
