Food Stall: Customers Chase Me across the Country-Chapter 217 - 218: Is Our Little Chef an Ah Q?!

Wang Fan chuckled and said, "You think you’re pretty professional, huh? Besides your more detailed costume and props, have you captured the essence of this character? I really don’t see Kai’s youthful, passionate, and sunny vibe in you. Your cosplay is completely soulless."

With that, he grabbed his sleeve and tore it forcefully. There was a ripping sound, and the entire sleeve on his left arm was torn off, revealing a well-defined, muscular arm.

He pointed at the group with his road sign in one hand and said, "Who do you think you are? Disaster? Fate? But ultimately, you’ll be crushed under my feet!"

The voice wasn’t loud, yet the indifferent tone was full of dominance. It was a line from Sun Ce in Honor of Kings. Although Wang Fan’s voice was different from Sun Ce’s voice actor, his tone gave a more fitting feeling to Sun Ce.

As a character from the most popular mobile game of the moment, the surrounding cosplayers were naturally familiar with Sun Ce. Hearing his words made them feel like an electric current was running through their bodies.

"Whoa! I think the CV for Sun Ce should really be switched to Boss Wang! This way of speaking is way more exciting than in the game!"

"My Sun Ce is the Little Overlord of Jiangdong, and this domineering tone matches his character setting precisely!"

"A professional cosplayer is just someone who’s played around for a few more years. In the face of absolute talent, they’re nothing!"

"This robust and powerful arm is truly motherf**king spot on. If Boss Wang were to tank the front row, he’d definitely be quite beefy!"

Wang Fan didn’t expect any of the 365 cosplay techniques he learned to come in handy like this.

Now, in a civilized society, getting physical is evidently inappropriate. But you think you’re professional, huh? Then I’ll battle you with even more professionalism.

You think your custom costume and props make you look professional? Then I’ll crush you on all fronts with my charisma, physique, looks, line delivery, and other professional skills!

You can criticize me, and I’ll laugh it off, but bullying the people beside me is unacceptable!

At that moment, the protectiveness ingrained in Wang Fan’s Northeast bloodline was fully awakened.

The few cosplayers initially wanted to be defiant, but after seeing Wang Fan’s large sign and muscular arm, their legs turned a bit to jelly.

If that sign hit them, it definitely wouldn’t feel very comfortable, right?

The few professional cosplayers were rather intimidated, fearing that anything more they said would result in the over two-meter-long sign hitting them, and they slunk off dejectedly.

Wang Fan snorted lightly, put the sign aside, and casually picked up a potato.

Zhuo Qianqian looked at Wang Fan with eyes sparkling, only feeling that the boss looked absolutely suave just now.

"Thank you, Boss!"

"No worries, let’s get to work."

The two of them started working, while the group of cosplayers watching was still immersed in Wang Fan’s earlier display of dominance. Many of them even recorded videos and had already uploaded the footage online.

Wang Fan didn’t pay them any mind and instead resumed his mode of serious cooking.

Li Bo and Cheng Piao were actually in the crowd observing.

This was the first time the two had come into contact with Wang Fan.

"Go and check the information on those people just now. If they were invited by us, we won’t work with them in the future. We at Firefly don’t need such impure cosplayers."

Li Bo was very angry, and the consequences were serious.

If someone’s character was questionable, it’s not a problem if they’re just a regular participant, but if they were guests invited by the organizers, then it’s a big issue.

It’s like a bad apple that can ruin the whole barrel if not removed in time.

A reputation is hard to build but can be destroyed in a minute. He would never allow that to happen.

However, he didn’t reveal his identity now, just mingling silently among the crowd to watch Wang Fan cook.

He also wanted to see with his own eyes what this rumored field boss was really capable of.

Yet Wang Fan’s subsequent actions made him and the group of onlookers involuntarily widen their eyes.

When most skills advance to a high tier, they give a kind of aesthetic enjoyment, and so is the case with culinary artistry.

Wang Fan picked up the potato that Zhuo Qianqian had washed and peeled, placing it on the cutting board. He held the gleaming knife in his left hand and aligned it horizontally to the potato on the board.

As he gently moved his hand, a wafer-thin slice of potato was shaved off, and with Wang Fan’s hand movements, the potato slice grew longer and longer.

Eighty centimeters was the limit of the board, not Wang Fan’s limit.

Picking up the thin potato slice, he held it up against the light to look through it, clearly able to see the words on the lamp through the slice.

Wang Fan was quite satisfied.

The improvement in his culinary level had greatly enhanced his knife skills, and now performing such a feat was a piece of cake for him.

Just this act of slicing a potato had deeply impressed the crowd around him.

"Elegant, absolutely elegant!"

"Damn... this is my first time seeing potato slices shaved like that!"

"This must be like watching Little Master, right? Ah Q shaving the radish? I think Boss Wang could easily read a newspaper through those potato slices."

"Boss Wang, don’t even bother cooking. These potato sashimi slices will do. I’ve never eaten potato slices this thin."

As everyone was still indulging in the beauty of the potato slices, Wang Fan’s next action broke their composure again, prompting many to exclaim out loud.

"No, don’t!"

"Damn! Boss Wang, don’t do it!"

"Holy crap! Let go of that potato slice, if you have the guts, come at me!"

It wasn’t their fault; it was mainly because Wang Fan had placed what they deemed an art piece-like potato slice back onto the board, stacking it and readying it under the knife again, clearly intending to cut it.

Wang Fan glanced at them speechlessly and decisively cut down.

"Chop chop chop chop..."

The knife continually collided with the cutting board, and the sound of chopping was like slicing through the hearts of these cosplayers.

Dammit, give me back my perfect potato slice!

The emotion lingered until Wang Fan gently picked up a strand of potato.

As he lifted, a crystalline potato strand as thin as a hair was raised.

From somewhere, he pulled out a needle and tried threading the potato strand through it.

This act once again made the crowd of spectators widen their eyes.

"I know you’re thin, but can you really be thin enough to thread through a needle?"

"Using a large needle would be one thing, but this needle is thinner than the ones my mom uses for sewing!"

"Even the act of threading looks so elegant."

"Wow! It’s really threaded! When my mom asked why I was kneeling at the comic convention, I could only say someone’s practicing magic in the name of cooking!"

"He must be using magic, making me utterly captivated..."

Wang Fan successfully threaded the potato strand through the eye of the needle, satisfying him immensely. If the potato strands weren’t fine enough, how could they justly be called golden silk shrimp balls?

Zhuo Qianqian watched Wang Fan’s actions, listening to the exclamations around, and her heart was filled with pride.

Her boss was simply amazing!