Chapter 129

In the afternoon, Qin Huai and Zheng Siyuan boldly tried the crudely made version of Guo'er.

It was very successful.

The efficiency was very high.

As long as you don't have the psychological burden that you are actually making dough fruits, and look at the snack in your hand with an inclusive mindset, telling yourself that this Guo'er is just like this. The shape doesn't matter, as long as you can tell it's a fruit. The color doesn't matter, as long as it's bright enough.

As long as you have this mindset, the speed will become very fast.

After all, wrapping the filling in the dough and rolling it into a ball, and using a brush to casually brush it with beet juice for coloring—anyone can do these simple steps; even Chen Huihong can do it.

No, Chen Huihong still can't do it. During the process of wrapping the Guo'er, you have to control the thickness of the dough skin so it doesn't leak filling, seep oil, or have skin that is too thick.

The above are the basic requirements for wrapping steamed buns.

The crudely made Guo'er were very popular at the afternoon tasting and grab-fest.

Because Guo'er were destined to be on the permanent menu, regardless of whether Qin Huai could make B-grade buff Guo'er, this snack definitely had to be on the permanent menu. If you couldn't make B-grade ones, you had to practice. Putting them in the afternoon random drop was practice, and putting them in the morning permanent menu was also practice, so it was better to announce it in advance.

The regulars already had experience with this kind of thing.

In everyone's view, fermented rice steamed buns were added to the permanent menu this way.

First, there were constant random drops in the afternoon, and then, after dropping for a while, they entered the morning permanent pool. I don't know how many residents of the residential area are still regretting not cherishing the time when fermented rice steamed buns were randomly dropped.

Random drops were so good; new products were released irregularly in the afternoon, not during meal peaks, so office workers couldn't all skip work to squat there.

If you were lucky enough to hit a time when there was no one there, let alone buying one bag, you could buy two! Carrying two big bags of fermented rice steamed buns, the head-turning rate when walking in the residential area was twice as high; not only was it face-saving, but you could also become a hero for the whole family.

As long as the steamed buns bought weren't finished in one day, the legend of the hero breaking into the Yunzhong Canteen and happily getting two big bags of fermented rice steamed buns would circulate in the family.

Now it's not possible anymore; the good days are gone forever.

Fermented rice steamed buns have entered the permanent menu, sold at a fixed time every morning. Residents of the residential area are grabbing them, office workers are grabbing them, students going to school are grabbing them, and even passersby are grabbing them.

Basically, as soon as the steamed buns come out of the pot, they are gone in a flash; let alone buying two bags, you aren't even allowed to buy one. Now it's limited; each person can only buy two of the first batch of steamed buns in the morning.

Why is the one surnamed Ding so hateful? Isn't it because she can always rely on the relationship of locust honey to carry a bag of fermented rice steamed buns and stroll around the residential area?

Carrying a bag of fermented rice steamed buns and strolling around the residential area—now the autumn tiger hasn't left yet, and she isn't afraid of heatstroke in 30-degree weather.

Consequently, on the first day of the Guo'er tasting, the neighbors in the next residential area who didn't understand the business were still watching, while the residents of the Yunzhong residential area had already started calling friends and queuing up to grab them.

All afternoon, there was a long line in the canteen, all loyal customers waiting to eat Guo'er.

As it happened, Qu Jing, who worked the day shift and got off work normally, caught the last batch of Guo'er coming out of the oven.

It was also the best batch.

The fillings for the previous batches were all stir-fried by Qin Huai; not to say they were a complete failure, but at least they were unremarkable.

Qin Huai felt uncomfortable when stir-frying the filling because he had basically never touched a spatula for so many years. This felt like your mother hitting you with a clothes hanger for years, and suddenly switching to a rolling pin—the feel definitely wouldn't be right.

But the skill of beating you existed; after adapting a little, the rolling pin could also beat out the feeling of a clothes hanger.

Similarly, Qin Huai's heat control had genuinely been practiced to the intermediate level. Although the intermediate level wasn't high, it was at least stronger than when he was at the beginner level. Moreover, Qin Huai practiced heat control every day, and he had practiced a lot during this period, so there was no possibility of a complete failure.

If someone felt that the filling Qin Huai stir-fried was a failure, it must be because they had just eaten the one stir-fried by Zheng Siyuan.

Qin Huai practiced Guo'er in the afternoon to practice heat control and finger techniques. For this, he didn't even hang the soup and stood up Master Huang's online class. Master Huang didn't care much about this either; Zheng Siyuan had already gone over to implement on-site teaching, so stopping the online class didn't matter, and he happily went fishing.

The Guo'er made with the filling stir-fried by Qin Huai in the previous batches only had a miserable D grade, and the slightly better ones were D+. C was not reachable at all.

Although D-grade snacks were a bit shabby, the foundation of the Guo'er itself was good enough. It belonged to the B-grade foundation that was made into D-grade because of poor technology, not an ordinary D-grade, but a delicious D-grade.

Plus, Qin Huai sold them cheaply, and the size and weight of the Guo'er were right there—apple-sized, filled with meat filling, and they smelled so good when they were just steamed. Because they were practice test-tasting random drops, the price was only 10 yuan each, so the customers who grabbed them didn't give any bad reviews.

Of course, the last batch couldn't be sold at such a cheap cost price.

The last batch was the filling stir-fried by Zheng Siyuan. Sure enough, before the steamer lid was even lifted, Qin Huai saw the grade.

【Apple dough fruit C grade】

As expected of Zheng Siyuan; a formal education background is truly all-around. If C-grade Guo'er were only sold for 10 yuan, it would be sorry for the filling that Zheng Siyuan stir-fried himself.

Qin Huai said to the customers outside the window: "Everyone, this is the last batch of Guo'er. The price of this batch is slightly more expensive, 25 yuan each, and there are 35 in total. Please queue up to buy. Sister Xi, you distribute the numbers; those after number 35 don't need to queue."

Some customers who happened to pass by and queue up to buy asked questions: "Why is this batch so expensive? Wasn't it just selling for 10 yuan just now?"

No one answered him; everyone swarmed up to queue. The one who got number 35 was an office worker who had heard that there would be a random drop of something about to be on the permanent menu this afternoon and had boldly skipped work. The office worker almost cried with joy, holding the number plate and squatting down to cry bitterly.

Of course, only a small part of the reason he cried bitterly was that he grabbed the number plate; it was mainly because he just looked at the news on his phone and found that his skipping work had been discovered and he had been deducted 200 yuan.

After the number plates were distributed, the unsatisfied customers who didn't grab one slowly explained to the real passersby: "This shows that the last batch of Guo'er is worth this price."

"Ah?" The real passerby didn't understand. Wasn't everything sold the same thing? He hadn't heard that the flavor had changed.

"New here, right?" The auntie who didn't grab a number plate looked out the window with a hint of sadness, "Master Xiao Qin, who makes the Guo'er, is the boss of this shop and doesn't know how to price things at all. Now is his time to practice snacks; whatever snack he sells is random. If he's in a good mood, he sells it; if he's in a bad mood, he keeps it for himself to eat."

"His pricing has always been chaotic. For the same thing made, if it tastes good, he sells it more expensively; if it's average, he sells it cheaply; if it doesn't taste good, he gives it away for free."

"There are free ones too!" The passerby was pleasantly surprised.

The auntie smiled reluctantly: "When you eat the free ones, you will know what it means by cheap goods are not good."

"That bowl of duck soup that little Ou drank, I will never forget it in my life."

Passerby:?

Although he didn't grab a number plate, the passerby was still very curious about the difference between the 25-yuan Guo'er and the 10-yuan Guo'er, so he sat in the shop and watched others eat.

The waiter skillfully packed the Guo'er one by one. Just as they were packing, Qu Jing pushed the door and entered.

Qu Jing could be considered a celebrity among the diners. The regulars, the grandpas and aunties, all knew her. Seeing her come in, the grandpas and aunties who didn't grab a number plate greeted her enthusiastically.

"Doctor Qu is here. Didn't see you this morning."

"Auntie Huang, I worked the day shift today, so I didn't come this morning."

"Little Qu, you finally caught up. Master Xiao Qin is selling new snacks this afternoon, saying that after practicing well, they will be sold at a fixed time in the morning. The previous ones were sold for 10 yuan, but this batch is selling for 25!"

Hearing everyone say this, Qu Jing quickened her pace to the window, looked inside curiously, and saw the ugly Guo'er.

Qu Jing:...

Why is Master Xiao Qin's aesthetic so strange? What is this round thing that is red on one side and white on the other?

A red fruit?

"Eh, Qu Jing, you came at the right time. I just sent a message to Mr. Luo, asking him to call Zhang Shumei to get the snacks. Since you are here, just help me send them to him." Qin Huai said.

"Okay." Qu Jing nodded, not minding being an errand runner for once, "It just so happens I haven't seen Mr. Luo today, so I'll go visit him."

Qin Huai stuffed two Guo'er to Qu Jing.

Qin Huai kept 5 of the last batch of Guo'er: one for Ouyang, one for Chen Huihong, one for Luo Jun, and two for Luo Luo. The fruits were big, so Huihui didn't need to be saved one separately; she could just gnaw on Chen Huihong's.

Now that Qu Jing had come, she happened to catch up, so Qin Huai moved one that was originally for Qin Luo to Qu Jing.

"By the way, last time you said in the hospital that you wanted to eat date paste and yam-flavored glutinous rice cake. I've been a bit busy these past two days and haven't had time to make it. I'll study it when I'm a bit freer in two days. I remember you have the night shift the day after tomorrow, right? Send me a message before you come the day after tomorrow morning, and I'll prepare it in advance." Qin Huai said.

Qu Jing took the packed Guo'er and wanted to put them in a larger bag. While putting them in the bag, the Guo'er touched her elbow. Even though she was wearing long sleeves and the Guo'er was wrapped in a paper bag, Qu Jing was still scalded and shrank her hand on the spot, almost screaming.

"They are all just out of the pot, be careful of the heat." Qin Huai was startled by Qu Jing's reaction, "Do you want to rinse it with cold water? It shouldn't be scalded, right?"

Qu Jing sucked in a breath, her mask covering most of her face, so her expression couldn't be seen, but judging from her movements and eyes, she was definitely scalded.

Qu Jing shook her head: "No need, it shouldn't be a scald. It's just that my own pain sensation is relatively sensitive, and it's not boiling water, so how could I be scalded? I'm going to deliver the Guo'er, and I'll come back later to get other snacks and Chen Pi tea."

After saying that, Qu Jing left.

Qin Huai glanced at the others. Some people, because they were greedy and couldn't wait, had already started eating, sucking in breaths while eating, and the more exaggerated ones were doing a tap dance while eating.

The Guo'er that had only been out of the pot for a minute or two were definitely hot.

But it shouldn't be that exaggerated; touching it with an elbow felt like being poured with boiling water.

"What's wrong." Zheng Siyuan noticed Qin Huai was in a daze, "Pack up and get off work. I still think there's a problem with the filling stir-fried just now. I'll study it again when I go back."

"Nothing." Qin Huai muttered, "I'm just thinking, is there really someone who is afraid of pain to this extent?"

(End of chapter)