Chapter 150

Four-joy dumplings, four small grids, each small grid paved with different colored ingredients. Mushroom dices, ham dices, spinach stalks, and egg skins were all steamed very beautifully, with bright colors, just like green vegetable hearts that had been rinsed in clear water with lard and then fished out.

The meat filling under the ingredients was a traditional dumpling filling that met the public's taste.

Of course, it wasn't that traditional.

Before making four-joy dumplings, Qin Huai had always used a meat filling of pork, mushrooms, and carrot dices. But during this period, weren't there too many dough fruits made? Every day he was making a meat filling of pork, bamboo shoot dices, and carrot puree. After making it, Qin Huai felt that carrot puree was better than carrot dices.

The taste of carrot puree was not as strong as carrots, and it was more suitable when mixed in the meat filling. Moreover, after steaming, it could make the meat filling lock in the juice better, and the taste was better.

Therefore, Qin Huai made a routine recipe change operation, changed the meat filling of the four-joy dumplings, and changed it to pork, mushrooms, and carrot puree.

The effect was very good.

It won the unanimous approval of all diners except Seeing Ouyang.

As for why it didn't win Seeing Ouyang's approval—this guy ate things too much like a cow chewing a peony. When he ate it for the first time, he didn't taste that Qin Huai had changed the meat filling, which made Qin Huai angry enough to cancel his tasting rights.

Of course, it was the same whether it was canceled or not, because Qin Huai came to Gusu on the third day after finally determining the recipe, and the people who participated in the tasting only ate two days more than Seeing Ouyang.

It can be said that if the four-joy dumplings Qin Huai made before were the basic model, then the current four-joy dumplings were definitely the upgraded plus model.

Before the four-joy dumplings, Qin Luo could only eat 18 at a meal, now she can eat 25.

As for why Qin Huai knew Qin Luo could eat 25...

On the last day of the tasting, this greedy girl ate 25 without knowing life or death, and as a result, she was so full that she didn't sleep all night, and couldn't hold on the next day and asked for leave to go to the hospital.

The people who came to work at Huang's Restaurant today also caught up and ate the plus-model four-joy dumplings that had been improved.

Qin Huai used the largest steamer in the kitchen to steam the four-joy dumplings, paved with a full layer. When he lifted it, it was very shocking, making people feel that they had traveled into the world of Chuuka Ichiban!.

Huang Anyao was obviously also someone who had watched Chuuka Ichiban!.

After Qin Huai and Zheng Siyuan pointed out where the dumplings and wontons were, Huang Anyao chose the four-joy dumplings that could be eaten directly without any hesitation, and uncovered the steamer himself.

A full large steamer of colorful, good-looking, and fragrant four-joy dumplings shocked Huang Anyao.

"Golden... Golden Ratio Shumai!"

Huang Anyao had completely forgotten what Qin Huai told him just now, carefully clamped out two with clips, didn't cover the steamer lid, anyway, there must be someone coming to get four-joy dumplings later, holding the plate and blowing hard at the four-joy dumplings.

Not everyone had Qin Luo's iron mouth.

Huang Jia was already counting wontons.

"Who wants to eat wontons?" Huang Jia asked loudly.

Although it was theoretically working time now, Huang Jia felt that it was rare for the shop to wrap breakfast, so he should eat some to reward himself.

Crepe wontons and bubble wontons wrapped by Zheng Siyuan himself, not eating them would be sorry for himself.

"Me, me, me!" Huang Anyao raised his hand actively with the plate, let the road go, and let others go to clamp four-joy dumplings.

Qin Huai saw that everyone was so active and active in eating wontons and dumplings, feeling a little strange, turned his head and asked Zheng Siyuan in a low voice: "Did everyone not eat breakfast in the morning?"

It shouldn't be, Huang's Restaurant doesn't wrap breakfast usually, and starts work at 9:00. Once you start work, it's heavy physical work, and you eat lunch at 1:00. You must eat more and eat full in the morning.

Zheng Siyuan looked at Qin Huai with the eyes of a full man who didn't know a hungry man's hunger, and asked: "If you just finished dinner, but my uncle told you he wanted to cook two good dishes in person and asked you if you had eaten, did you eat?"

"Of course not." Qin Huai said without hesitation, "But I can't compare with Master Huang."

"The truth is about the same." Zheng Siyuan looked at Qin Huai, "Do you make glutinous rice cake or do I?"

"You do it, yours is more delicious than mine. Anyway, it's for sale tomorrow. If I have time in the afternoon, I will make another batch."

Zheng Siyuan continued to ask: "Then you do all the crab shell yellow?"

"Well, I will do crab shell yellow and sesame seed cake together, and bake them at 11:30. However, the minced meat might need you to stir-fry. My stir-frying of minced meat is still..." Qin Huai closed his mouth halfway, because he found that he was a little worried about the sky.

In Huang's Restaurant, still worry about no one stir-frying meat filling.

Among those eating four-joy dumplings and cooking wontons, except for Huang Anyao, who stir-fried meat filling worse than him?

"Okay, then I will also make part of the date paste yam cake. What were you thinking last night? You sent such a long list to Huang Jia. Even if someone helps you, you can't finish it. The sales volume of Huang's Restaurant is more exaggerated than you think. Every time Uncle Master asks me to help, I work from morning to night."

"I just thought these were what I did relatively well, writing more is always right, there must be one that is popular." Qin Huai explained, "What is the list you wrote?"

"Fresh meat mooncakes and Ding Sheng cake." Zheng Siyuan said.

"Gone?"

"Gone." Zheng Siyuan said expressionlessly, "You will know why when it's noon."

Qin Huai:?

Qin Huai didn't know the reason yet, but many people in the kitchen already knew, because the four-joy dumplings had been blown cold, and everyone was eating.

Just say it, at the moment Huang Anyao ate the dumplings, there was only one thought in his heart.

If he cried and shouted and grabbed Qin Huai's arm and begged him to stay in Huang's Restaurant, and offered him a super high salary and gave him a quarter of the shares, could he keep Qin Huai.

Thinking that Qin Huai said at dinner last night that he knew at least 120 kinds of snacks, if every one was the level of the four-joy dumplings in front of him.

Huang Anyao was willing to give him half the shares.

Can't be more, any more his dad would beat him to death.

Huang Anyao felt that if he could eat the snacks made by Qin Huai every morning, 120 kinds of snacks, eat one kind a day, and not repeat for 4 months. Then inheriting the restaurant, participating in management, and communicating with suppliers and guests were not troublesome things.

The dream of becoming a food critic was not that important. After all, people still have to be down-to-earth and focus on the present.

Focus on the four-joy dumplings in front of him.

Huang Anyao took another bite.

Delicious.

Huang Anyao, who grew up eating Huang Shengli's dishes, had to praise that this dumpling was really delicious.

From the moment he ate the four-joy dumplings, Huang Anyao felt that Qin Huai must be his brother of different fathers and mothers.

His last brother of different fathers and mothers was Zheng Siyuan.

Because of the relationship between the parents, Huang Anyao had a good relationship with Zheng Siyuan since he was a child. Although he was one year older than Zheng Siyuan, he was more like Zheng Siyuan's younger brother since he was a child, following Zheng Siyuan's butt waiting for snacks.

Now...

Sorry Zheng Siyuan, although your skills are also great, on par with Qin Huai, but you are good at too few, Qin Huai knows a full 120 kinds!

Unlike Huang Anyao, who was full of wild thoughts and even thought about whether to use half the shares to keep Qin Huai, after Huang Jia finished eating the four-joy dumplings, he found Wang Jun without any hesitation.

Wang Jun, as Huang Shengli's sixth apprentice, although he started late, his basic skills were very solid.

Unlike most disciples Huang Shengli took in directly, Wang Jun's family opened a small restaurant and had some foundation. He came to Huang's Restaurant as a handyman at the age of 16. After working as a handyman in the back kitchen for two years and learning some skills, he went to the water station to handle fresh food. After working in the water station for a year, Huang Shengli felt that this young man was very good. Although his talent was average and his basic skills were poor, he was hard-working and did things very properly without being lazy, so he took him as an apprentice.

Now Wang Jun was still a cutting chef, mainly responsible for helping in the back kitchen.

"Old Six, today you go to help Qin Huai and pick two more in the kitchen with pastry foundation. Qin Huai doesn't understand anything, you guys help more, do what you can do, if there are not enough people, tell me and I will point two more over. He just arrived yesterday, today is the first day of formal work, don't tire people out." Huang Jia whispered, glancing at Dong Shi, "Dong Shi forget it, he can't control his mouth and will definitely find Qin Huai to chat, Big Dong is fine."

Wang Jun was still holding four-joy dumplings, nodded solemnly: "Eldest Senior Brother, don't worry, with me here, I will definitely not let Qin Huai be tired."

Huang Jia gave Wang Jun a positive look, and then walked toward Qin Huai: "Qin Huai, we just discussed, today is your first day of formal... count as work, mainly to familiarize and adapt, you don't have to be responsible for staff meals, so as not to be tired."

Qin Huai was stunned and said: "Should not be, just do a little more..."

"Don't do noon's first, wait until the afternoon to see if you want to do evening's." Huang Jia interrupted Qin Huai.

Qin Huai nodded: "Okay."

Then continue to work. Wang Jun's side quickly pointed people to help Qin Huai. Whether it was chopping filling or processing ingredients, wrapping baozi or wrapping dumplings, pressing molds or plastic shaping, Wang Jun and others took over. Even the seasoning filling that Qin Huai felt couldn't be handed over to others, only needed him to adjust the general proportion, and the rest could be handed over to others.

To say something unpromising, Qin Huai felt the feeling of being an emperor when making snacks for the first time.

Just missing two little servants for massage, one rubbing the left shoulder, one rubbing the right shoulder.

Qin Huai felt that he only needed to move his pen to approve the fold, and the rest had people to do.

With the concerted efforts of Wang Jun and others, Qin Huai quickly made a large batch of pre-made snacks.

As for why it was pre-made, because most snacks are delicious only when steamed and baked on the spot. The kitchen of Huang's Restaurant was large enough, there were enough stoves, the number of steamers was enough, and the capacity of the oven was also sufficient.

According to Qin Huai's judgment, the four-joy dumplings, Five-Diced Baozi, round dream sesame seed cakes, crab shell yellow, and fermented rice steamed buns he made were enough to sell from noon to evening. If there were many people in the evening, he would make another batch in the afternoon.

The level of fermented rice steamed buns itself was placed there, having a buff was icing on the cake, and it was delicious without a buff.

Chen Pi tea wouldn't work. The level of Chen Pi tea itself was too low, too home-cooked, and losing the buff was a bowl of mediocre white fungus lotus seed soup. Therefore, Qin Huai repeatedly emphasized that Chen Pi tea was boiled in such a quantity a day, the reason was not said, and no one asked. If someone asked, it was hunger marketing.

At 11:00 noon, four-joy dumplings, Five-Diced Baozi, and fermented rice steamed buns were put on the steamer, and crab shell yellow and sesame seed cakes were put into the oven. Qin Huai, who didn't have to worry about the oven and steamer, was at ease making mung bean cakes, and even had the leisure to look at what others were doing.

The red-case chefs led by Huang Jia had entered the final preparation stage, and various processed ingredients were coded together, as many as the kitchen of a rural banquet.

Zheng Siyuan's side also had people helping, fresh meat mooncakes had entered the oven, and he didn't rest, making Ding Sheng cake.

Qin Huai glanced at the fresh meat mooncakes waiting to enter the oven, roughly passed the quantity, and found that the amount of fresh meat mooncakes Zheng Siyuan made was 1.5 times the amount of Five-Diced Baozi, four-joy dumplings, and fermented rice steamed buns he made, which was really surprised.

This was too much, who would come to the restaurant to eat mooncakes at noon.

As a staple food, there was no need to advance so much, right?

"Brother Jun, did Brother Siyuan make too many mooncakes?" Qin Huai asked in a low voice.

Wang Jun glanced: "Not much, it's less than before. He should have considered that you are also here, with so many snacks, guests won't order so many fresh meat mooncakes."

Qin Huai:?

Is Huang's business so good? He didn't feel it when he came yesterday.

At 11:10, Huang's Restaurant officially opened for business.

Of course, guests who came early had already been seated at 11:00, but they could only order dishes at 11:10.

During this period, although Master Huang hadn't been to work much, the price of Huang's hadn't been lowered, but the reputation was there, and there were still many old guests willing to come to support.

After all, what if Huang Shengli suddenly gave everyone a surprise and went to work.

Qian Zhongheng, the former accountant of the cotton mill that had long closed, came to support today.

He didn't come alone, he brought his wife, son, daughter-in-law, and granddaughter, a family of five, neat and tidy, directly coming to gather for dinner.

Qian Zhongheng's son and daughter-in-law even asked for an hour's leave from the company and came early.

Qian Zhongheng asked the waiter for a paper menu, his son skillfully scanned the code to order, complaining while ordering: "Dad, it's not the New Year or festival, why do you have to ask me and Yuanyuan to ask for leave to come to eat? This hour's leave is also deducted from money. I just asked the waiter, Master Huang didn't come, today it must not be him cooking, can't eat Three-Set Duck and Braised Silver Carp Head."

Daughter-in-law Ma Yuan didn't speak, lowering her head to reply to the leader's message.

"Your dad met Xiao Dong when he bought things back yesterday. Xiao Dong is Master Huang's closing disciple. Xiao Dong told your dad that Huang's has a new snack master, specially invited by Master Huang from outside. He looks young but his skills must not be bad. Specially called you to come to eat good things, don't be ungrateful." Bai Xiujuan, Qian Zhongheng's wife, helped.

The son muttered in a low voice: "What skills can a young person have."

But his hands were very honest, clicking on the classification, finding the snack classification.

"Five-Diced Baozi, four-joy dumplings, fermented rice steamed buns, fresh meat mooncakes, Ding Sheng cake, crab shell yellow, round dream sesame seed cake. There are many new snacks, but how come I haven't heard of them? What are these things? Fresh meat mooncakes, come four first, ate them at the banquet last time, usually don't sell them."

"Four-joy dumplings... look fancy, come five."

"Crab shell yellow... boring, round dream sesame seed cake... who wants to eat sesame seed cake, just like this." The son started ordering other dishes.

The paper menu that the waiter took to Qian Zhongheng, Qian Zhongheng found that there was an extra page for pastry, and he was happy in his heart. He glanced at it and said immediately: "Children don't count, order every snack according to the head count."

The son screamed: "Dad, are you crazy? This snack is not steamed bun, it's steamed bun, it's sesame seed cake, it's so full! And this fermented rice steamed bun, 18 yuan each! And this Five-Diced Steamed Bun is even more exaggerated, 65 each, this is almost catching up with the price of Chengfangju!"

"Don't worry about it, your dad has money." Qian Zhongheng said, "I will pay the bill, order them all, if you can't finish, your mother and I will eat them as breakfast tomorrow."

Then Qian Zhongheng turned his head and asked the waiter: "Are there any new dishes?"

"Yes, Mr. Qian, there is also a new drink, Chen Pi tea, 25 a bowl."

The son didn't shout high for this price. The drinks in the restaurant were originally expensive.

Qian Zhongheng thought for a while: "Come 3 bowls."

The son continued to order dishes. Thinking that his dad was actually a big head to order so many expensive snacks that he didn't know the taste, the son felt heartache and couldn't bear to order dishes. When ordering dishes, he was stingy, and finally the family of five ordered three dishes.

It was almost just ordered, and the fermented rice steamed buns were served.

No way, caught up, the first batch was just out of the pot.

The fragrance of fermented rice steamed buns drifted out along the kitchen. The son, who was still muttering in his heart whether Huang's was crazy, serving so many inexplicable snacks and selling them so expensive, and whether it was to run away and slaughter everyone, didn't have the mind to mutter anymore, subconsciously stretched his neck to look at the kitchen, and kept sucking air.

Very unpromising appearance.

"What is this taste? Why is there an alcoholic fragrance."

Qian Zhongheng and Bai Xiujuan were also sucking air, but their expressions were completely different from their son's. Besides intoxication, there was nostalgia on their faces.

"Where did Xiao Huang dig this god from." Qian Zhongheng muttered, "Could it be that he still has a junior fellow apprentice hidden?"

"Haven't smelled this taste for many years." Bai Xiujuan smiled, "At that time, I couldn't afford steamed buns, I could only watch others eat while holding a bowl and smelling, making me want to get a bowl of rice and hold it now."

"Fragrant, fragrant." Qian Zhongheng's 5-year-old granddaughter clapped happily.

The waiter served the fermented rice steamed buns to Qian Zhongheng's table and served the dishes.

Qian Zhongheng's table was the fastest and most decisive table for serving dishes, naturally becoming the focus of the whole audience. Several tables of guests nearby were staring at this side, waving to the waiter to ask what steamed buns were on their table and they also wanted a portion.

Qian Zhongheng picked up a steamed bun, broke a small piece to feed his granddaughter first, and then took a big bite.

It was that taste.

It was the taste of fermented rice steamed buns that smelled a whole street decades ago, and every time he got off work, he rode his bicycle to death, wishing he could kick the wheels out of sparks, and rushed over to line up to grab them.

It was every time he went on a business trip, his parents would uphold the concept of poor family and rich road, trying every means to line up and entrust others to buy a few more steamed buns, stuffing them into a small iron lunch box. Even if he sat on the train for a day and a night, opening the lunch box and taking out the steamed buns, the steamed buns could still expand back to their original shape, and they were incomparably delicious even if he gnawed them with cold water.

Many years.

Qian Zhongheng suddenly realized that he hadn't eaten this taste for many years. This taste was like his youth, which had left him for many years.

He seemed to understand Huang Shengli's idea a little. The old neighbors who had lived here for decades were all eating while smelling the fermented rice steamed buns.

Although things have changed, the state-run restaurant closed, became Huang's Restaurant, Huang's Restaurant changed its name, and became Huang's Restaurant. But in the hearts of these old neighbors, whether it was Huang's Restaurant or Huang's Restaurant, it was the state-run restaurant of the year, and the cooks were all Master Jing's apprentices.

Thinking about it this way, the pastry chef before was indeed a bit unworthy of this shop.

This master is worthy.

Not bad, Huang Shengli has vision.

Qian Zhongheng looked up again and found that his unpromising unlucky son had gnawed a steamed bun at the speed of light, and didn't leave a bite for his granddaughter.

The son was licking his lips, saying: "Dad, let's buy 10 more steamed buns!"

"If you can't finish it, you can keep it as breakfast tomorrow."

Today is a full two-in-one.

This chapter is not easy to divide, so it is simply two-in-one.

(End of chapter)