Chapter 111

Not long after Zhang Shumei took the apple dough fruits, Luo Jun sent Zheng Siyuan a 5-star review on WeChat.

After Qin Luo came back from school, she also successfully ate the apple dough fruits that had completely cooled down and changed flavor, and enthusiastically gave a 15-star review.

She posted on her Moments 3 times and gave 5-star reviews 3 times.

At the same time, when Qin Huai and Zheng Siyuan were not on the scene, she made wild remarks, wanting to recognize Zheng Siyuan as her older brother, and Qin Huai was aggrievedly pushed back to become the second brother.

After all, the second brother hadn't made anything delicious during this time, just drawing pie in the sky.

The next morning, Qin Luo paid the price for her wild remarks—she could only eat the vegetable buns made by Qin Congwen.

She couldn't even eat meat buns.

She couldn't eat the ones Chen An wrapped either.

Zheng Siyuan's wontons were even more out of the question.

"Brother, I was wrong, brother, I was really wrong!" Qin Luo gnawed on a vegetable bun, her shrill words full of emotion but no technique.

"Don't be wrong. Mom said you didn't do well in your pop quiz last week, so it's just right to eat less meat in the morning for a healthy diet." Qin Huai ruthlessly stuffed a tea egg to Qin Luo. "Aren't you going yet? You'll miss the bus if you're any later."

Qin Luo knew she couldn't cry for five-diced buns or three-diced buns, so she stopped fake crying, took the tea egg, rolled it on the table skillfully, and peeled the eggshell at the speed of light.

After performing the one-bite egg swallowing, Qin Luo drank a bowl of soy milk to smooth it down and asked: "Then brother, can I still eat dough... dough fruits when I come back from school in the afternoon?"

"That's called dough fruit." Qin Huai stuffed the cut and boxed fruit to Qin Luo impatiently. "You won't be short of yours."

"Alright!" Qin Luo went to school happily.

Qin Huai continued to pinch shapes for the red bean paste buns.

After the first battle was won yesterday, Qin Huai felt that he was very talented in finger techniques, simply a plain and unremarkable little genius of finger techniques. His enthusiasm for learning was high, and as soon as he arrived today, he made a decision that went against his ancestors—

Making animal red bean paste buns without molds, relying on his own hands to pinch them!

The effect was not very good.

Qin Huai felt that from a technical level, the difficulty of animal red bean paste buns was far lower than that of dough fruits, but when he actually started pinching them, the finished products he made were far inferior to the molds.

No feeling.

There was no feeling of being like a fish in water as when making dough fruits.

Zheng Siyuan silently wrapped wontons, watching Qin Huai finally struggle with animal red bean paste buns like a beginner, and felt much more balanced in his heart.

One by one, beautiful and small wontons were born in Zheng Siyuan's hands. In the distance, Chen An watched with wide eyes.

Although Qin Huai's technique for making pastries was very high, he didn't have many fancy tricks. His movements when making pastries were relatively simple, at most making people feel that his movements when kneading dough were like flowing clouds and water, very smooth, which might also be because Qin Huai didn't wrap wontons much.

But Zheng Siyuan was different. Zheng Siyuan's wonton wrapping was truly eye-catching.

You just felt his hands go like this, like that, a flip, and in the blink of an eye, an exquisite wonton was thrown into the bowl.

Plus, Zheng Siyuan usually didn't have any expression, and one could tell he was daydreaming with a vacant look in his eyes. And because he was used to daydreaming while wrapping wontons, the scene of him wrapping wontons looked very awesome.

Chen An's hands learned involuntarily.

"Xiao Chen, stop learning." Zhao Rong was an experienced person. "You won't be able to learn it."

"Sister Zhao." Chen An nodded in action, his eyes still fixed on Zheng Siyuan's hands. "Master Xiao Zheng... was he an employee of the canteen before? Why do I feel like everyone knows him?"

"Xiao Zheng is Huaihuai's friend, a netizen." Zhao Rong wrapped buns and explained. Before Zheng Siyuan came, Zhao Rong would wrap wontons at this time. Since Zheng Siyuan came, Zhao Rong's wontons couldn't be sold; after all, there were only so many customers eating breakfast in the canteen every day, and the audience for wontons was only that much.

"Before, Huaihuai practiced some kind of steamed bun and couldn't make it, so Xiao Zheng and his father, Master Zheng, came over and stayed for a while to exchange and learn. Later, when the steamed bun was made, Xiao Zheng and the others went back. Sometimes I don't understand what Huaihuai is thinking. He spent so much effort practicing that steamed bun, and didn't make it after practicing." Zhao Rong shook her head. "I don't know what he practiced it for."

Chen An didn't care. In Chen An's view, the boss must have his reasons for practicing a dim sum.

"Sister Zhao, I also heard that Master Xiao Zheng made a dim sum that looked exactly like an apple yesterday afternoon. Did Luo Luo thought it was an apple until she picked it up. Is that true?" Chen An continued to ask.

"Of course it's true. Didn't you add Did Luo Luo on WeChat? Oh right, you came late."

"If you ask me, Huaihuai is really something. I heard from Master Xiao Zheng that he came over this time specifically to teach Huaihuai how to make those dough fruits. Although Master Xiao Zheng is not short of money, he also has his own shop in Gusu. I think the online course Huaihuai has been taking during this time is also quite good. What can't be taught by video? Why did he have to make Master Xiao Zheng come over specifically? Isn't this troubling people... Eh!"

"Master Xiao Zheng, are the wontons in the pot ready? Can I eat a bowl first? I've been busy all morning and haven't eaten anything yet. I've been hungry for a long time."

Seeing this, Qin Congwen said immediately: "Oh my, I seem to be a bit hungry too. Master Xiao Zheng, can I eat a bowl too?"

Chen An hadn't reacted yet, thinking that Brother Qin and Sister Zhao were really hungry early today, and was still pondering whether to work overtime for a few hours in the afternoon to see what that dough fruit was. Zhao Rong and Qin Congwen had already started eating.

Two bowls of bubble wontons, the wontons floating in the bowl, round and bulging, looked very cute.

The soup was the broth Qin Huai hung yesterday. It wasn't as good as the broth Zheng Da hung, but it was enough to cook wontons.

The soup was fresh and delicious, the skin was thin and the filling was full. Sprinkle with chopped green onions and dried shrimp, and stir it slightly with a spoon.

Slurp.

Zhao Rong and Qin Congwen started their meal.

Qin Huai also started his meal.

He couldn't make bubble wontons. To make bubble wontons, one has to practice making wonton skins specifically. Qin Huai had too many things to practice recently and didn't have extra time to divide among wontons. If he wanted to eat bubble wontons, he could only eat more when Zheng Siyuan came.

"Siyuan, it's a pity you don't open a breakfast shop." Qin Huai sighed while eating. "With your wonton-wrapping skills, it's absolute."

Zheng Siyuan:...

Is there a possibility that he is a pastry chef?

Zheng Siyuan looked at Qin Huai, who still considered himself a breakfast shop master to this day.

Forget it, it's impossible to communicate with this person who loves selling breakfast.

Zheng Siyuan still hasn't figured out why Qin Huai clearly says he doesn't want to get up early, but his body is very honest, getting up at 4 o'clock every morning to work.

Zheng Siyuan, who gets up at 6 o'clock to work, yawned.

When he stops opening the pastry shop, he must find a job that starts at noon and allows him to make dim sum.

After eating the bubble wontons, Qin Huai continued to pinch shapes for the red bean paste buns.

That day, all the customers who came to the Yunzhong Canteen as usual to buy cute animal red bean paste buns had a doubt in their hearts—

Is today's mold broken?

Why are today's animal red bean paste buns uglier than before?

Did Old Master Qin make them?

(End of chapter)