Chapter 133

In the kitchen, Zheng Siyuan had already kneaded several doughs. The helpers in the welfare academy were all familiar faces from last time. Their culinary skills weren't great, but their knife skills weren't bad, and they were all assigned by Zheng Siyuan to cut vegetables and help out. There were sounds of chopping meat and vegetables everywhere.

Everyone was busy, looking a bit like a rural banquet.

There were also rural earthen stoves and big pots in the welfare academy's kitchen. Qin Huai intended to challenge it today and use the big pot to stir-fry the filling.

Of course, Qin Huai also had a plan B here. He asked Dean Qu to prepare a lot of ingredients for cabbage and meat buns, and in the afternoon, he called on the children in the welfare academy to wrap some steamed buns together for a rainy day.

Stir-frying the filling requires putting meat in a hot pot and stir-frying over high heat.

Using rough methods and flipping techniques to stir-fry a portion of the fat oil in the filling, and then turning to low heat to accurately control the oil. In the early stage of flipping, you have to stir-fry the filling until it is scattered, and in the later stage of controlling the oil, you have to stir-fry the filling until it is even, even but not scattered.

Qin Huai had a complete design for stir-frying the filling today in his heart. Saying he was going to the welfare academy to find the feeling was a lie to Zheng Siyuan, but it was true that he felt very comfortable making dishes in the welfare academy as if he were returning home.

Because he knew the children in the welfare academy definitely wouldn't be picky.

Qin Huai picked up the spatula.

He felt he had found the feeling of fighting on his home turf.

A large basin of filling was poured into the pot.

Sizzle.

Stir-fry quickly.

Qin Huai found the right time, intending to learn from Zheng Siyuan's flipping technique yesterday and do a flip.

Flip...

Qin Huai waved the spatula in a flurry, trying hard to make the filling in the pot flip back and forth.

Zheng Siyuan watched silently from the side, patted the dough, and had no waves in his heart.

Just now, when he saw Qin Huai holding the spatula with such confidence, he had a glimmer of expectation in his heart, thinking that Qin Huai was a feeling-type and talent-type player, and maybe he would really have an extraordinary performance here.

Now.

What exactly was he expecting?

Not far from Qin Huai, the welfare academy employee who was chopping cabbage da-da-da sighed to the colleague chopping meat next door: "Master Xiao Qin's craftsmanship is really good; the stir-fried meat smells fragrant!"

The meat-chopping colleague agreed very much and nodded frantically: "It's been easy these past few days; the children must be very active in eating. You didn't see it just now; Congcong usually can't even speak clearly, and even if he was sent to a special school, he wasn't taught that fast. Just now when he saw Master Xiao Qin playing outside, that 'Baby' brother was called very clearly!"

"If I had Master Xiao Qin's craftsmanship, I would go back to my hometown and open a steamed bun shop; it would be better than anything." The employee chopping cabbage said with envy.

Zheng Siyuan:...

Fine, the people here are really very inclusive; it's not unreasonable for Qin Huai to be willing to come over specifically.

On Qin Huai's side, the filling in the pot had already entered the simmering stage after unremarkable stir-frying.

Big pot simmering, and Qin Huai specifically brought high soup from the canteen, and the rich meat fragrance spread in the kitchen.

This time, not only were the cabbage choppers and meat choppers amazed, but even Dean Qu showed an ignorant expression, quietly poking her head to ask Zheng Siyuan if this was still steamed bun filling, how could it be so fragrant?

It's a pity to wrap such fragrant filling into steamed buns. Can everyone eat boiled meat filling with noodles in the evening, and knead the dough to wrap cabbage and meat buns? It doesn't matter if there is too much dough; their welfare academy also makes steamed buns usually, so it's the same to wrap them tomorrow.

Zheng Siyuan didn't know how to answer, so he could only continue to knead the dough silently.

After the filling was simmered and cooled slightly, it was time for the exciting stage of pinching Guo'er.

Hearing Qin Huai say that he and Zheng Siyuan were making a new snack for the canteen, a special snack that looked like a red fruit, everyone in the welfare academy curiously gathered around to watch.

After pinching for an afternoon yesterday, Zheng Siyuan and Qin Huai had already mastered the perfunctory and fast pinching method.

As long as you have an apple in your heart, everything you pinch is an apple.

What? You say the one I pinched doesn't look like an apple, but a round big fruit?

You guessed it right; this is not an apple.

Zheng Siyuan and Qin Huai's fingers flexibly and quickly shaped the dough. Almost in the blink of an eye, a round, slightly irregular Guo'er that looked a bit like an apple but couldn't be told just by looking at the dough was born.

"Wow!" The onlookers cooperated and made sounds of having never seen the world, and the emotional value was full.

Zheng Siyuan pinched another one quickly with an expressionless face.

"Wow! It's the same!" The onlookers made sounds of having never seen the world again.

Zheng Siyuan broke the process, let Qin Huai pinch first, and went to mix beet juice to color the Guo'er himself.

The first ugly Guo'er was born in Zheng Siyuan's hands.

"Wow!" Exclamations came one after another.

Zheng Siyuan felt that this business trip was very good, could be grown, could be fixed, and suggested a fixed business trip every Sunday. If Qin Huai thought the road was too far, he could drive.

Qin Huai watched from the side and almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

Zheng Siyuan is really a pastry chef who likes customers to give praise on the spot.

No wonder he was deceived by the disappointed eyes of the grandpas and aunties in the residential area, going to work earlier and earlier every day, from 7 o'clock to 6 o'clock, and getting off work later and later every day, from 12 o'clock to teaching after finishing lunch and making a batch. Qin Huai very cooperatively left the last highlight moment to Zheng Siyuan, only responsible for pinching Guo'er to practice finger techniques, and handed over all the coloring work to the other party.

With such ugly Guo'er, the employees of the welfare academy could burst into such genuine cheers, which showed that it was not easy for Dean Qu to cheat a volunteer, and everyone wanted to keep Zheng Siyuan.

After making the first batch of Guo'er, Qin Huai and Zheng Siyuan divided the work again, one seasoning the steamed bun filling and one kneading softer steamed bun dough.

The welfare academy staff also performed their duties, Dean Qu went to arrange the tables, and by the way, mobilized the children to come over to wrap steamed buns together later.

As a result, Dean Qu's mobilization went and didn't return. The steamed bun filling and steamed bun skin in the kitchen were all ready, just waiting for the children to wrap the steamed buns, but Dean Qu was nowhere to be seen.

The welfare academy staff called Dean Qu, but she didn't answer.

"Did a new philanthropist suddenly come and Dean Qu is receiving them? Dean Qu usually doesn't look at her phone when receiving and chatting." Someone guessed.

"I'll go to Dean Qu's office to see, and just take the documents and put them in the car. I forgot to take the documents just now; I've read those bills, but Mr. Luo hasn't seen them yet." Qin Huai said.

Some staff even thoughtfully pointed out the way to the dean's office for Qin Huai, for fear that he would go the wrong way.

Then continued to praise Zheng Siyuan.

"Wow, Master Xiao Zheng, the steamed bun skin you rolled is too good; the touch in your hand is different!"

Qin Huai:... If you keep praising, you will really praise Zheng Siyuan into a permanent volunteer.

Very good, another advantage in matchmaking, really very kind.

Qin Huai walked towards the dean's office. The office door was half-covered, presumably it closed itself and opened again. The age of this door looked older than Qin Luo, so it was normal for it not to be closed carefully.

There was someone talking inside.

Qin Huai walked to the door and just wanted to knock twice, when he heard the two people talking, whom he was actually very familiar with.

It was Qu Jing.

"Why did you start again?!" Dean Qu's tone was a sharp reprimand that Qin Huai had never heard before. Maybe realizing her tone was too harsh, Dean Qu took a long breath and slowed down.

"Have you been writing a thesis recently?"

Qu Jing didn't speak.

"After you became friends with Xiao Qin and the others, haven't you not been like this for a long time? Didn't you tell me that you go to Xiao Qin's shop every day to buy snacks and Chen Pi tea, and you feel much happier in your heart, and the situation has improved a lot?"

"Last time Xiao Qin also told me that he wanted to introduce a partner to you. I thought if your situation improved, and once you were completely better—now that medical treatment is so developed, burn victims can do scar repair, so you should be able to too."

"You are still young, and there are many people who get married in their 30s. Jingjing, you can live a normal person's life one day."

"Why did you..." Dean Qu said, her voice choking.

Qu Jing just said very softly: "I'm sorry, Mother Qu, I am a monster."

"Don't say that; it's my fault. You were sick when you were a child, and I didn't take you to the hospital; it was me who dragged you into this."

Qin Huai was a bit stunned outside the door. He didn't quite understand the conversation inside; what kind of disease did Qu Jing have?

Did she really have an ultraviolet allergy?

Qin Huai moved a little towards the crack of the door and quietly poked his head in to take a look.

The scene before him shocked him so much that he couldn't speak at all.

Qu Jing wasn't wearing gloves.

She wasn't even wearing sun-protection sleeves, and her long sleeves were rolled up to her elbows, exposing her arms.

Her hands, wrists, and arms were all covered with scars that looked like they had been cut. There were new ones and old ones, new scars overlapping old scars, and pink scars winding and hideous, making the exposed skin look very terrifying. Some parts of her arms didn't even look flat, as if a piece of meat had been gouged out alive.

The newest one should be the one on her arm, wrapped in bandages. Looking at the position, it should be the place where she was scalded by the Guo'er yesterday.

Qin Huai knew that he seemed to have seen Qu Jing's true secret.

He also knew that he had to face a choice from which there was no turning back.

Should he pretend not to know, or knock on the door, pretending that he had just arrived and pushed the door in with little quality?

Qin Huai took a long breath quietly and calmed down his mood.

It's just that he didn't know if his relationship with Qu Jing was in place, but since Qu Jing's obsession was like this, he wouldn't be able to get in place in this lifetime without a strong medicine.

Following this progress of self-harm, Qin Huai was afraid that Qu Jing would commit suicide by slitting her wrists one day.

Qin Huai knocked heavily on the door twice.

"Dean Qu."

Without giving the people inside time to react, Qin Huai pushed the door and entered.

(End of chapter)