Free Web NovelChapter 682: Chapter 609: This World Lacks a French Chef God
In a lecture hall at Kainan University, when Durand announced that the next contestant would have to make a dessert that had never been made before, it became deathly silent.
Looking at the students who were as stunned as wooden chickens, Professor Liu chuckled softly and said, "What? Just because of one decision, you all turned into frost-beaten eggplants?"
Zhang Ya closed her eyes, speaking weakly, "Our big data is useless now, Professor, your bullets are also useless. These two decisions by Durand have completely disrupted all our deployments."
Wu Feng sighed as well, saying, "According to the original plan, we at least had a 68% chance of winning. Durand’s decision and Boss Wang agreeing to his request have directly tipped the balance of victory back towards the France Team."
After the two finished speaking, the entire lecture hall was filled with sighs.
Professor Liu chuckled softly and said, "This matter is telling you a truth, big data is not omnipotent. There will always be some people whom big data cannot completely calculate, and their creativity cannot be reflected by cold numbers. Clearly, this Durand is such a person."
Zhang Ya said anxiously, "But now Boss Wang is in danger. The information we gave him is already completely obsolete at this moment. Can he still win?"
Professor Liu pouted, "The person concerned is not in a hurry, so why are you?"
Everyone followed Professor Liu’s gaze and saw Zhuo Qianqian staring at the live broadcast as if nothing had happened, with no trace of worry on her face.
"Aren’t you worried about your boss?"
Zhuo Qianqian didn’t even look up and said, "Didn’t the teacher just say that some people cannot be predicted by big data, nor reflected by numbers? Durand is like that, and so is Boss. I believe Boss will definitely come up with a strategy to win the competition."
After speaking, she waved her small fist, "I have confidence."
"I have confidence. My kid will definitely win!"
The same words were spoken by Second Uncle, and far away in the Great Border, Mr. Zhuo was also muttering to the TV drama.
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There are about 2500 Michelin stores worldwide, the vast majority of which are one-star. Stores that achieve three stars do not even account for 10% of the total, at most only about 5%.
The head chefs of these more than 100 Michelin three-star restaurants may not be the highest-skilled chefs in the world, but they definitely have a place in the first echelon.
Durand is the only three-star pastry chef in this competition, and he is a renowned pastry chef full of creativity.
After three years of accumulation, what kind of dessert will he ultimately create?
For the first time, the camera focused more time on the French chef than on Wang Fan.
Durand had already started working, but Wang Fan remained standing there, motionless.
It is exciting to have a culinary showdown with a master, but the feeling of losing is not so pleasant. Although he didn’t know what Durand was going to make, he knew it would be very, very difficult to beat him.
What kind of dessert could take a chef three years to succeed?
What was he studying for those three years?
Was it ingredients, flavor, plating, or... texture?
Like a meteor streaking across his mind, Wang Fan’s eyes lit up instantly.
The ratio of ingredients and the flavor, or the plating, would definitely not take three years. The typical dessert materials used in France are just those few kinds, and they wouldn’t study others. If it took him three years, it must be for a different texture!
To achieve a different texture, it requires the ratio of ingredients, and the control of temperature and humidity. These are the most time-consuming aspects of all cooking.
Crispness and smoothness have always been the main themes of French desserts. What kind of texture could he study for three years?
The working hours in France are not as intense as domestically, so he has a lot of time every day for research, and it still took him three years...
Wang Fan, caught in deep thought, glanced aside with the corner of his eye and saw Allen looking at him with a confident expression. When Allen noticed Wang Fan looking his way, he smugly raised his eyebrows.
Wang Fan smiled wryly at this old man-child figure, who was actually one of the nine great chefs of France.
Wait, nine?
A flash of inspiration hit his mind. He recalled that when he went to school on Earth, there was a classmate who proudly boasted about a chocolate cake.
That classmate used a spoon to poke the cake, and the rich aroma of chocolate instantly spread through the air. Then a silky chocolate core, like a black ribbon, slowly flowed out of the opening, gradually forming a small chocolate stream on the plate.
The rich chocolate aroma filled the entire classroom, and all the students just stared at the cake, swallowing hard.
"This is the molten chocolate cake invented by French master Michel Bras!"
The student was as proud as a young phoenix, and this name was the only French chef’s name he remembered from his previous life.
This world is a parallel universe; some things are different from those on Earth, like here there are only nine great chefs instead of ten. And when I think back to the nine that Qianqian explained to me, it just so happens Michel Bras isn’t one of them!
So, did this thing Durand spent three years making end up being the masterpiece that Michel Bras was supposed to make—fondant?
Oh, fondant is the nickname. It also has a super famous name—lava cake!
Hiss...
Wang Fan couldn’t help but suck in a breath. If it is this, then it indeed is a bit tricky.
On Earth, not to mention lava cake, aren’t mooncakes with liquid centers all the rage?
