It felt like the kind of sensation when the prey is eyed by the hunter. I got goosebumps all over, and it seed like the temperature around dropped by a few degrees.
"What the heck?!"
Even after Wang Fan and Zhuo Qianqian entered the scene, Wang Zixing still hadn’t co to his senses.
Zhuo Qianqian marveled, "Wow, boss, your expression and that line just now are spot on, you almost scared that NPC to death."
Wang Fan chuckled, "If we don’t consider the ingredients, Uncle Hannibal is indeed one of my favorite gastronomists, choosing ingredients with care, crafting delicacies with love, and cooking with passion."
Wang Fan had really studied the television series "Hannibal" seriously. Except for the choice of ingredients which people couldn’t accept, Uncle Hannibal was truly professional in other aspects.
In Hannibal’s world, food was not just a taste bud enjoynt, but also a perfect blend of art and science.
From the nutritional content of the ingredients, cooking temperature, and cooking ti to the final plating and dining, he had very strict requirents.
Zhuo Qianqian rubbed her arms, "Boss, don’t get possessed by Uncle Hannibal. There’s no need for real couples in our sliced beef and ox tongue in chili sauce."
"Teacher, can we take a souvenir photo?"
As they chatted and walked inside, tourists who had entered beforehand started taking photos with various NPCs. Souvenir photo collection was indeed one of the big highlights of such events.
Zhuo Qianqian might have been a bit hard to recognize, but Uncle Hannibal was very true to character. Quite a few tourists wanted to take photos with Wang Fan.
With his makeup on, most of his facial features were concealed, and no one recognized his true identity.
Wang Fan adhered to the philosophy that a good man doesn’t have much contact with the opposite sex. When a guy ca for a photo, he’d oblige, but when a girl ca, he’d politely decline, directly stating his girlfriend was right beside him, which provided a great sense of security.
Zhuo Qianqian wasn’t wrong; today was indeed a warm-up for Halloween. Most of the cosplay characters were from the dark series, like Texas Chainsaw Massacre, the Evil Scarecrow, Silver Horn King, Little Demon, Hellboy, etc., but when Wang Fan stood there, he sowhat overshadowed these professional cosplayers.
"Oh my, it’s my first ti seeing soone cosplay Uncle Hannibal. I must say, you’re quite in character."
"I just took a photo with him. He even asked if I was ready to be his ingredient. Emma, I almost got scared to death."
"Haha, I fared better. He just asked if I was hungry."
"Are you sure you fared well? If Uncle Hannibal asked if you’re hungry, he’s inviting you to dinner."
"Ugh..."
"Speaking of which, there’s been no news from Boss Wang today. I’ve gotten used to looking at shared food pictures from others while eating, and today without them, it feels bland."
"Now that you ntion it, it seems there’s been no activity. The day is almost over, isn’t he planning to set up his stall today?"
"Tsk... when you ntion Boss Wang, why do I feel like that Uncle Hannibal looks a bit like him?"
"What the...?!"
"Seriously?"
"Don’t say that, but honestly, he really does..."
A few custors, sowhat realizing the resemblance, looked at Wang Fan and Zhuo Qianqian walking away with surprise: "The tides have turned, is today my lucky day?"
Wang Fan and Zhuo Qianqian were also taking souvenir photos.
Wang Fan wasn’t particularly interested, but since Zhuo Qianqian liked it, he accompanied her anyway.
However, each ti a photo was taken, Zhuo Qianqian would kiss Wang Fan, making the single NPC acting as the background open their eyes wide, causing those NPCs to eventually pick up weapons to chase them.
Unafraid, Wang Fan calmly uttered, "Are you hungry?" to one and "Are you ready to be my ingredient?" to another, freezing those NPCs in place.
The NPCs looked at one another, montarily unsure who the real NPC was today.
"When Uncle Hannibal says these two lines, it’s really damn scary..."
Today’s warm-up event was mainly for appearances, without any special performances. Everyone strolled around casually, with the food section naturally being a focal part.
However, seeing Hannibal heading towards the food section was a bit speechless.
Upon seeing Uncle Hannibal actually had a dedicated stall selling sliced beef and ox tongue in chili sauce, the speechless feeling hit its peak.
"Oh, this... Uncle Hannibal selling sliced beef and ox tongue... a dream ca true?"
"I have reason to suspect that this stall’s sliced beef and ox tongue really involves couples."
"Would anyone actually want to try Uncle Hannibal’s sliced beef and ox tongue?"
As soon as Wang Fan entered the stall, he beca the center of attention. The combination of Uncle Hannibal and sliced beef and ox tongue was just too fitting.
Entering the stall, Wang Fan indeed seed a bit possessed by Uncle Hannibal, and his cooking process beca much more elegant.
"Cooking in a suit is really inconvenient; even raising my arms is a struggle."
Only Zhuo Qianqian knew the reason for Wang Fan’s elegant movents.
Wang Fan was currently simring the ingredients.
Although it’s called sliced beef and ox tongue, the ingredients in it are not limited to ox tongue.
Pri beef, beef tripe, beef hide, beef heart, and beef tongue are all ingredients needed for this dish.
The "肺" (lung) in sliced beef and ox tongue actually initially ant "废" (waste), referring to the use of leftover scraps as ingredients. It wasn’t until the dish beca renowned that they adopted the na involving lung.
This dish’s flavor leans toward mildly numb and spicy, belonging to the Upper River Sect cuisine.
He had already braised these ingredients after lunch, and now he simply needed to slice, plate, and season them.
Wang Fan was currently slicing the ingredients.
Sliced beef and ox tongue requires high knife skills; if sliced too thin, there’s no texture, and too thick, it doesn’t absorb the flavor easily. Under the constraint of wearing a suit, Wang Fan sliced slowly, but in others’ eyes, it appeared exceptionally elegant.
He took a bowl, placed the sliced beef slices along the edge, placed the other sliced ingredients inside, added so side dishes to the center of the bowl, then covered the bowl with a plate.
The process wasn’t fast, but it was flowing like water and appeared very elegant, reminiscent of Uncle Hannibal from the TV, leaving nearby tourists and NPCs in awe.
"No way? Uncle Hannibal can really cook?"
"These actions are not just about being able to cook, he’s even very professional, almost catching up to ."
"What to do? Suddenly, I really want to try Uncle Hannibal’s sliced beef and ox tongue."
"What Uncle Hannibal? Haven’t you realized yet? This is Boss Wang! We’re in for a treat tonight, folks."
"Huh? Boss Wang? Which Boss Wang?"
Wang Zixing said, "Who else could have the genius idea to cosplay Uncle Hannibal and cook gourt food but the ultimate outdoor gourt boss, Boss Wang? He even scared just now."
Nearby people automatically ignored the last sentence since most NPCs were already frightened by Wang Fan.
"Really? Is today such a lucky day?"
"No wonder there was no movent from Boss Wang all day. Did he spend the entire day in this amusent park?"
"The amusent park manager sure knows how to keep a secret. Boss Wang was here, and they didn’t even promote it?"
"But I have to say, aside from impeccable culinary skills, I didn’t expect Boss Wang to be so aweso at cosplaying too."
Ignoring the pointing and whispering around him, Wang Fan had already lifted the bowl off the plate.
After lifting the bowl, there was a semi-circular arrangent on the plate. Wang Fan then placed the sliced beef skin and tripe on the semicircle, followed by his homade chili oil.
He scooped a ladle of chili oil from the basin and drizzled it evenly.
Under the light, the chili oil trickled down on the sliced beef and ox tongue like a red silk ribbon, appearing mysterious and enticing.
Finally, he sprinkled a handful of crushed peanuts and Sichuan peppercorn powder on top, completing this Uncle Hannibal-style sliced beef and ox tongue.
Visitors stared intently at the dish of sliced beef, clearly sensing it was different from the usual.
The various at slices inside were cut so finely, and they seed consistently thin, combined with Uncle Hannibal’s aura, it gave them a sense of hesitation.
Thankfully, there were still so with bold spirits who, not wanting to miss out on a delicious dish made by the gourt boss, soon lined up in front of the stall.
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