Free Web NovelChapter 675: Chapter 605: Chinese Style Is the Pinnacle!
The high-definition cameras captured all of this on the screen for the audience to see.
Across the nation, countless people simultaneously exclaimed, "Whoa!"
The phoenix dumplings from anime only raise their heads, but this one turned from a bud into a fully blooming lotus!
"Mom asked why I’m kneeling while watching my phone, I told her to come see the dessert god."
"Boss Wang, please stop your magic, my knees can’t take it anymore."
"I suggest dissecting Boss Wang for research; this has clearly transcended culinary arts; he must have magic."
"Can someone from the authorities please explain whether this is an effect or not?"
Such a scene, unless witnessed firsthand, is incredibly hard to believe, yet it happened right in front of everyone.
Though it’s a live broadcast, and effects are possible, if domestic effects were this good, they wouldn’t be criticized daily.
Shocked, stunned, incredulous expressions were plastered on nearly everyone’s faces.
But following this, all these emotions transformed into another—excitement.
"Oh my, I just realized, Boss Wang said this is also called a realistic dessert and has existed for over a thousand years? Didn’t that French pastry chef claim he invented it?"
"Pfft, claiming he invented it, how shameless. Haven’t you ever had dumplings your grandma molded into mice as a kid? This form has existed long ago; just at home, the crafting wasn’t as refined."
"Not to nitpick, but that apple doesn’t compare to Boss Wang’s lotus pond at all. Xiao Bufan’s apple is indeed exquisite, but in terms of artistic conception and realism, Boss Wang is stronger, plus his flowers bloom, making them incomparable in view and fun."
Allen, with wide eyes, examined every detail of the lotus, then seemingly noticed something and, regardless of the rising steam, plucked a lotus flower strongly upward.
"Whoa?!"
"What the heck?!"
"What’s going on here?"
"You sure you’re not performing magic?"
Zhang Tao’s voice resonated, so excited that it cracked: "Oh my God, dear audience, did you see that? I initially thought the blooming lotus was all there was to this dish, but it turns out there are even more details! Our judge Allen pulled out a lotus root! I can’t even describe my feelings right now; all I can say is Boss Wang is amazing!"
It’s no wonder he got excited; what Wang Fan did was completely unexpected.
The blooming was already fascinating and astonishing enough; who’d think under his lotus there’d be a whole lotus root?
It’s like he miniaturized a pond scene right into the steamer!
Allen, somewhat exasperated, snapped the lotus root, shocking everyone again to find it even had holes in the middle!
Allen, seeing the holes in the lotus root, was at a loss for words to describe his feelings, let alone what expression to wear.
He was initially happy thinking Wang Fan, the underdog, would be eliminated in this round, but this Chinese imitated dessert impressed the French pastry world long ago!
Whether imitated desserts look good mostly depends on the finesse of the molds, but them? They hardly needed molds at all, just relied on hands and simple tools to create such fun and adorable pastries!
He could imagine the shock when this show aired in France.
He was previously quite self-satisfied, believing himself quite rooted in the culinary world, yet just today, he was thoroughly amazed by the millennia-old Chinese culinary tradition.
What he thought was an overwhelming superiority turned into a Grandma Liu visiting the Grand View Garden experience...
(p>Chen Guomin nearly burst out laughing, having come across Jiaodong flower buns, he was aware they came in numerous styles, but initially, he never considered this.
The primary issue is the low recognition of flower buns, barely known outside of the city, let alone province.
Seeing Wang Fan once again, Chen Guomin felt increasingly satisfied; what an excellent ambassador for dessert promotion! Give him more time, and Huaxia desserts could very well see a revival!
The competition results now barely mattered; the levels of what the two brought out weren’t even comparable.
If Xiao Bufan’s dragon-chant apple mousse is high as several skyscrapers, then Wang Fan’s lotus pond flower buns are truly up in the atmosphere.
"Let’s congratulate Wang Fan for winning another game, marking his fifth victory today!"
With Zhang Tao’s announcement, the audience at the scene and watching the live stream gave Wang Fan the warmest applause.
Even though separated by screens, although Wang Fan couldn’t hear or see it, the audience still wished to express their excitement this way.
Facing the world’s highest stage in pastry against the world’s top French Michelin pastry chefs, winning decisively five times in a row using entirely homegrown traditional desserts, just thinking about it is thrilling, isn’t it?
Zhang Tao’s voice softened: "We know Boss Wang must be very tired now, but may I take a moment of your time to say a few words to the audience here and in the live broadcast supporting you?"
Wang Fan, unsure what to say, wished his girlfriend were present; she’d certainly express everything he wants to yet can’t articulate.
Zhuo Qianqian watching Wang Fan a bit awkward on screen, couldn’t help feeling sorry for him; speaking in such a formal occasion where everyone focuses on him is somewhat demanding.
"Just thank everyone for their support and attention; Boss, you can do it!"
Zhuo Qianqian could only cheer him silently in her heart.
A flash of inspiration, a slightly awkward Wang Fan suddenly calmed down, with a figure gradually appearing in his mind.
He was an influential figure in the Chinese music scene.
When the Chinese music industry was in constant retreat by songs from America, Japan, Korea, etc., and the streets were filled with foreign pop tracks, his rise finally steadied the industry’s decline, placing familiar Chinese songs back on the streets and alleys.
And his award acceptance speech was...
Wang Fan gently cleared his throat and said: "Although some foreign cuisines and desserts do taste good and have beautiful designs, I must say this."
He paused, then seriously looked at the camera and said with a deep voice: "Chinese style is indeed the best."
"Whoa!"
"Awesome!"
"Boss Wang, that’s tough talk!"
"What’s with all the French and German desserts, when Chinese style is indeed the best!"
The crowd erupted into cheers at Wang Fan’s words, many faces growing flushed as they roared to express their excitement. Some emotional individuals even teared up upon hearing his final statement.
"Boss Wang, awesome. Rest well tonight, and beat them all tomorrow!"
"What’s a quality icon? This is! I declare my family of five to be die-hard fans of Boss Wang starting today!"
"The local is truly global; if we genuinely carry things forward and innovate, our Chinese-style desserts will undoubtedly earn a place in the world!"
"Boss is awesome!"
Even from her dormitory, Zhuo Qianqian couldn’t help but curse, which for her, always mindful of conduct, was nearly impossible.
But hearing Wang Fan say such uplifting words, she truly couldn’t control herself.
If heard by other schools’ classes, it would certainly cause quite a stir.
But no one outside heard her in that moment; it seemed the entire dormitory building was cheering!
Director Xiang’s previously pale face turned red; though this competition aimed to promote Sichuan desserts, Wang Fan’s words suddenly elevated its significance to a new level.
Those words were so damn inspiring!
Simultaneously, the official media surprisingly pinned a message on their website.
"Promoting traditional culture, showcasing unique non-material charm. Thanks to Wang Fan’s fantastic performance in the dessert competition, stimulate national cultural confidence, starting from each of us—let’s remember this: Chinese style is indeed the best!"
