Free Web NovelChapter 686: Chapter 611: Clash of Black and White, Molten Chocolate Cake VS Snowy Flowing Sand
The bean paste cracked open, and to everyone’s astonishment, a dark red liquid instantly flowed down from the split, landing directly on Felix’s arm. Fortunately, the weather in Chengdu had been good these past few days, allowing for lighter clothing, otherwise red sugar on clothes would be hard to clean.
Felix, however, was shocked. He had ripped open the snowy bean paste to see if there was indeed red sugar inside, and now it was all over his arm and such a waste. He hadn’t even properly savored that perfect flavor yet!
What happened next became one of the most undesirable scenes Felix wished to recall in his life.
The sugar water, still somewhat hot upon landing on his arm, coupled with the intrigue, instinctively brought Felix to put his mouth close to his arm, moving at such speed that no one else could react in time.
The taste of the sugar touched by the tip of his tongue was as richly sweet as before, and just when Felix relished in tasting this delightful flavor again, he felt a burning pain at the back of his head.
At that moment, the entire hall fell silent, with everyone dumbfoundedly watching Felix’s head.
Felix wasn’t bald, he had a Mohawk-style haircut similar to Beckham’s, except the back of his head was shaved very clean.
As he brought his mouth close and lifted his arm, he had forgotten he was still holding the small, slightly hot snowy bean paste...
"Boom!"
While Felix was petrified, the venue suddenly erupted in loud laughter, with the uproar threatening to lift the roof off.
"Hahaha... Ow ow, I can’t take it anymore, call an ambulance, quick, my stomach hurts from laughing."
"It’s the first time I’ve known that eating snowy bean paste could scald the back of one’s head hahaha, these foreigners are just hilarious!"
"Oh my god! Killing me with laughter bruhahahaha."
"Oh my dear mother, is he trying to make me laugh to death so he can inherit my debt? Hahaha!"
Meanwhile, far off in Beijing, the not-yet-famous crosstalk artist Master Guo saw this scene and his eyes lit up—what a splendid comedic material, definitely worth crafting into a gag.
It must be said, the hosts who can make it to the Spring Festival Gala aren’t just there by chance. After the initial shock, one of them swiftly grasped the situation. Speaking through a microphone, the host quickly pulled out some tissues to help Felix clean up from behind.
"Thank you, Judge Felix, for a splendid performance. He just discussed with me that our venue was feeling a bit too heavy, so he designed this act to lighten the mood."
After finishing his words, Zhang Tao had already cleaned the sugar water from Felix’s head with the tissues.
Upon hearing the translator’s voice through the earpiece, Felix hurriedly thanked Zhang Tao with a "Thank you."
Though his articulation wasn’t clear, the emotion within the words was very sincere.
Listening to Zhang Tao’s words, some audience members were puzzled and said, "That part was designed? Hey, you know what, that foreigner does have pretty good acting skills."
But no sooner had the words fallen, the audience member next to them rolled their eyes: "He said that and you actually believe it? Clearly, that’s just an excuse to smooth things over. If it was pre-planned, that would be a surprise."
"It’s no wonder he can host the Spring Festival Gala; his quick-wittedness is truly impressive."
This twist was unexpected not just to the audience but also to Wang Fan, the creator of the snowy bean paste. Looking at the somewhat embarrassed Felix, Wang Fan felt at a loss, hoping Felix wouldn’t hold a grudge against his snowy bean paste, perhaps calling it Snowy Flowing Sand would be more fitting.
Durand normally doesn’t find things funny, but now in the midst of a contest, he’s struggling to maintain his image—his handsome face flushed red, a large hand pinching his thigh hard.
Allen and Chen Guomin turned their heads while touching their own heads, releasing their laughter before clearing their throats and sitting upright with utmost seriousness, as if nothing had happened.
Felix, after having faced much in life, adjusted himself and, as if nothing was wrong, finished eating the remaining snowy bean paste before speaking: "Wang Fan’s creations are always filled with surprises. This dessert is truly superb, especially with the combination of crispy, soft, glutinous textures and the moist center—it’s truly fascinating. May I ask, is the syrup inside made from red sugar?"
Wang Fan nodded: "I used Sichuan laotan red sugar. Making this red sugar involves pressing, filtering, clarifying, cooking, evaporating, boiling, and sugaring steps. The syrup is concentrated through cooking, naturally crystallizes to form solid red sugar, giving it a rich aroma and mellow taste with a hint of cane fragrance."
Allen chimed in: "This red sugar left a profound impression on me too. When the bean paste ball is bitten into, the burst of red sugar water truly feels refreshing."
Chen Guomin then joyfully added: "Though snowy bean paste is a Northeastern dish, it has some fame in Jiangsu too. I’ve tasted it several times, but it was never as stunning as yours—the thin, barely there crispy skin, the soft inside akin to cotton candy, the dense bean paste, and your uniquely crafted sugar water filling. It really redefines my understanding of this dessert."
Wang Fan shook his head and said, "I can’t claim it as original, merely used the method of sugar cakes and steamed buns and combined the two. Thank you, judges, for the recognition."
Jiang Tao laughed and said: "It seems our three judges are very fond of Wang Fan’s snowy bean paste. Next, let’s have the judges taste the entry of French contestant Durand—molten chocolate cake!"
