Food Stall: Customers Chase Me across the Country

Chapter 652 - 595: The First Match, a Decisive Victory

A word has suddenly become popular recently, and that word is "zero frame start."

And today, from that live broadcast screen, they saw once again what "zero frame start" means.

At the very moment the dish cover was lifted, fine white crystals fell like snow, gently covering the orange-red surface of the persimmons as if it were the first snow of winter.

The crystals shimmered with a translucent glow, like delicate frost flowers, perfectly complementing the softness and sweetness of the persimmon mousse.

As the crystals continued to fall, the persimmon mousse gradually became covered, forming a thin layer of frosting.

The cameraman chose an excellent angle, capturing the entire falling process in high definition, making it seem to the audience as if it were truly snowing before their eyes, placing them in a sugary wonderland.

When the audience snapped out of it and looked back at the dish of persimmon mousse, exclamations of awe spontaneously erupted from their mouths.

"Wow, it’s so beautiful."

"Frosted Persimmon, I thought ’frosted’ was due to today’s seasonal event, but who knew it was actually a verb."

"Like a dreamlike performance, the program effect is simply maxed out."

"I admit, my voice was too loud just now. This host is indeed professional; this surprise attack was really slick."

"Just now I thought Boss Wang might lose, but now it looks like that foreigner’s thing isn’t even worthy of tying Boss Wang’s shoes! Isn’t it just a weird shape made with inflated balloons and melted sugar? And the strawberries in the middle are just candied haws."

Not only were the audience on site and online full of praise, but even the contestants on site and the three judges on the panel were mesmerized by this magical scene.

Allen flipped the plate cover and indeed found a grid-like cover at the top resembling a pepper shaker opening, filled with sugar and coconut shreds. When he lifted the cover, the sugar and coconut shreds fell like snow with a flick of the wrist.

Did this bastard even consider my slight Parkinson’s?

The camera was now focused on the plate, displaying a string of persimmon tree branches on the rectangular wooden tray. The plump persimmons were a little flat, yet looked abundant and prosperous.

Moreover, the color contrast of the persimmons with the white frost gave a warm and festive feel.

"What a pig-headed fool!"

Allen couldn’t help but curse Fernando once again with dissatisfaction.

For this level of dessert, do you think I won’t have a guaranteed win? And you still dare to underestimate me with a balloon? Then he turned to Wang Fan in admiration.

This young man is progressing further and further on the path of a chef, often performing admirable actions with his ingenious inspiration.

Even though France is known as the world’s dessert capital, and I am hailed as a French culinary god, even I can hardly think of any desserts that can match up to this one.

Not to mention the taste, just the presentation and display are at an absolutely world-class standard.

Stupid pig!

If both sides were evenly matched, it’s okay for me to lean a bit, but with such a vast disparity now, how can I lean?

Allen had already decided that Fernando would lose.

After all, a combination of sugar and candied haws can’t even reach the level of taste and flavor.

If your strawberries were made with other ingredients, it might be okay, but they’re just ordinary strawberries. How can they compare to the persimmon?

Unless his persimmon is stuffed full of bitter gourd!

Zhang Tao, as a professional host, saw the three judges were in a daze and quickly reminded them, "Next, we invite the three judges to taste and score the two contestants’ desserts from aspects such as appearance, texture, and flavor. The winner will become the temporary champion, waiting for new challengers from the opposing team."

With his reminder, the three thoughtful judges finally snapped back to reality and, almost simultaneously, reached out their spoons towards Wang Fan’s dessert.

Seeing the three judges scoop out a pit from the persimmon and savor it with their eyes closed, the audiences’ hearts were already in their throats.

Although there was a 99.999% certainty that Boss Wang would win, there was always fear of unexpected changes until the outcome was confirmed.

Chen Guomin closed his eyes, savoring the flavor of this Frosted Persimmon Delight.

Even though closing his eyes allowed him to concentrate more, there was always a slight sense of weightlessness.

He seemed to feel countless persimmons flying back and forth in his mind.

"Dun dun dun dun... dun dun dun..."

The background music was still playing by his ears, making him feel as if he had momentarily crossed into an anime world.

Don’t be fooled by his age, he’s actually seen this anime; his little grandson often asks him to recreate the food from it.

Too far, too far. Chen Guomin quickly pulled himself together and once again savored the changes in the dessert.

The persimmon skin was resilient and elastic, somewhat like a persimmon cake, but more elastic and sticky.

As the teeth pressed down, the cream wrapped in the persimmon skin and the persimmon flesh were squeezed into the mouth.

The cream was whipped by hand, the delicate cream was sweet, soft, and smooth, enveloping the refreshing and pleasant persimmon flesh inside.

The persimmon flesh was like delicate red bean paste, juicy yet with a slight graininess, possessing a rich honey-like sweetness, coupled with the unique freshness of fruit.