Chapter 195: Do all your system-novel protagonists act like this? (Thanks to Daxia)

That night, Qin Huai ate the special staff meal specially made for him by Dong Li—braised eel paste, eight-treasure tofu, and steamed sea bass.

What a rich and colorful day!

At night, Qin Huai watched the teaching video of *san ding bao* again before going to bed, and then closed the game panel and fell into a deep sleep.

At 7 o'clock the next morning, Qin Huai was woken up by his biological clock on time. After a simple wash and change of clothes, he first ate an orange from the fruit platter, and then took two cheese sticks he bought from the refrigerator yesterday, before slowly going out.

When closing the door, Qin Huai looked at the next door, looked at the corridor, and realized belatedly that Gong Liang was still enjoying himself eating Fenyuan in Beiping at this time, and there was no one next door.

Qin Huai was not used to not meeting Gong Liang when going out in the morning.

During the month of making crab roe *shaomai*, Qin Huai not only became familiar with Gong Liang, but also became familiar with Gong Liang's wife and children.

Gong Liang's legendary original wife who divorced three times and married four times just to eat the wedding banquet of Huang Ji Restaurant with him. It was the little Guo that Qin Huai heard Gong Liang's mother mention in his memory, who was originally in a relationship with Gong Liang, but had to break up because of reality problems because the Gong family suddenly encountered an accident.

Guo Mingzhu.

To be honest, this Ms. Guo was also a strange person. She and Gong Liang were both rare only children in that era. Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river, the plot of "don't bully the young and poor" did not happen to her, but happened to her parents.

According to Guo Mingzhu, when Gong Liang's father had a stroke, she herself did not agree to break off the engagement, but her parents felt that the Gong family was a fire pit and didn't want their daughter to jump into it, so they ran to her unit to find her leader and let her go to another place to perform.

By the way, Guo Mingzhu was a dance actor in the art troupe when she was young.

Then Guo's father and Guo's mother took advantage of Guo Mingzhu's absence and went to the Gong family to break off the engagement themselves. When Guo Mingzhu came back, things were already discussed, and then it was the clichéd plot of finding the unit to ask for leave and locking her at home without allowing her to go out.

Just when Guo Mingzhu thought she was about to become the heroine of a bitter drama, Gong Liang went to the exhibition and talked about an unprecedented order for the silk weaving factory, returning gloriously.

Gong Liang instantly became the popular sweet pastry of the silk weaving factory, and the matchmaker who told him about the marriage almost broke his threshold. Just when Guo's father and Guo's mother regretted at home and performed a series of short drama gold-worshipping female supporting parents' behavior, Gong Liang and Gong's mother came to the door wanting to save the marriage.

In real life, there are not so many cool plots of pretending to be forced and slapping faces. From the perspective of Gong Liang and Gong's mother, the Guo family's conditions were good, and Guo Mingzhu was a dance actor in the art troupe, young, beautiful, and popular. It was reasonable to be reluctant to let her daughter marry in and suffer.

Before, there was no condition to come to the door to save, but now there was, so they had to come to the door to save, what if Guo Mingzhu really went on a blind date and got married to someone else.

The above content was all vividly told by Guo Mingzhu when she brought the freshly stewed lamb soup and came to Qin Huai's house to visit in the evening.

The current Guo Mingzhu could no longer see the style of the male-frequency cool novel heroine when she was young, and had already become the appearance of a middle-aged slightly fat woman.

The corners of her eyes had wrinkles that were difficult to eliminate even with medical beauty, her skin was still white, her temperament was still very good, and her daily hobbies were doing beauty, watching TV series, and buying, buying, buying with her daughter.

By the way, Gong Liang and Guo Mingzhu had a pair of dragon and phoenix twins. The daughter was a fashion designer, and the son was learning to take over the family's silk business. This time, Gong Liang and his wife only brought their daughter to Beiping because their son had to stay in Gusu to work.

Compared to Gong Liang's thick skin, Guo Mingzhu's skin was slightly thinner, and she couldn't do the thing of moving a stool and sitting at the door of Huang Ji's back kitchen to eat snacks. Generally, Gong Liang ate and packed them for Guo Mingzhu to bring back.

At first, Guo Mingzhu was very opposed to Gong Liang moving.

Later, she ate a bowl of chicken soup noodles.

Later, Guo Mingzhu fell in love with visiting neighbors, knocking on the neighbor's door at 5:00 or 6:00 in the afternoon with freshly cooked hot soup and made fruit salad, caring about whether the staff meal of Master Xiao Qin next door was full, and whether he wanted some after-meal dessert.

Qin Huai remembered that Guo Mingzhu also loved to eat crab roe steamed dumplings.

The tastes of this couple were really unified.

Ending the memory of counting words, Qin Huai went to Huang Ji.

Zheng Siyuan was already making wontons.

Still congee-filling wontons and bubble wontons, this persistence, this dedication, this perseverance that can really only make the same snacks every day, made Qin Huai feel inferior after watching it.

"Have you never thought about changing a kind of snack to make in the morning?" Qin Huai went to see today's high soup.

"Used to it." Zheng Siyuan said, "I feel that my congee-filling wontons and bubble wontons are not good enough. I don't sell wontons when I open a pastry shop, but now that I have the opportunity, I must practice until I am satisfied."

Qin Huai really wanted to ask to what extent Zheng Siyuan's satisfaction was.

He had actually always been very curious.

Qin Huai had a very clear understanding of his satisfaction. He knew his level very well, and also knew what the limit of a snack he could achieve at his current level was. Coupled with the numerical concretization of the game system, Qin Huai could evaluate his strength to a very terrifying degree.

Qin Huai had always thought that everyone was like this.

But after coming to Huang Ji, Qin Huai found that it seemed not to be.

Dong Shi had no self-knowledge of his strength.

He often carried out some overreaching challenges, then overturned, and then couldn't realize where he had a problem at the first time.

Then overturned, overturned again, continued to overturn, thus starting the cycle of overturning. It took a week or two to find out that it was because his strength was not enough that led to the overturning, and finally gave up.

This cycle of knowing himself was very long.

Sometimes Qin Huai wanted to ask while watching from the side, Dong Shi, don't you really know what level your cooking skills have been practiced to? You clearly only have advanced knife skills, why do you have to challenge the master-level shredded tofu?

Then Qin Huai found that this problem did not only appear in Dong Shi, but also in Wang Jun, Qi Tian, and even Huang Jia.

At this time, Qin Huai realized that not every chef could know his own level.

Qin Huai thought for a moment and asked directly: "What level is your so-called satisfaction?"

Zheng Siyuan was stunned for a moment, his hands paused for two seconds, and then continued to wrap wontons: "It's the degree of satisfaction."

"I feel it's okay, I have practiced this snack for such a long time, I am worthy of my own efforts, I can take it out, and I won't be ashamed if people know it, that is satisfaction."

Qin Huai nodded, he felt that Zheng Siyuan's standard was the same as his.

"What about you?" Zheng Siyuan asked back, "During this time, I watched you practice so many snacks repeatedly, chicken soup noodles, locust flower buns, crab roe steamed dumplings, pot-stickers, dream-fulfilling cakes, and even gastrodia and pigeon soup. Have these snacks been practiced to the level you are satisfied with?"

Now it was Qin Huai's turn to be stunned.

Qin Huai thought for a moment, feeling that making up reasons was a bit too fake, so it was better to explain directly. Anyway, Zheng Siyuan knew that he often fantasized that he had a system. When he was at Yunzhong Canteen, Zheng Siyuan also saw him squatting in the corner of the back kitchen and clicking on the game panel to check the recipes. There was nothing he couldn't say.

Qin Huai spoke frankly: "Basically, I have practiced them. It's like this, in the system I imagined, I have graded and defined each dish, and also graded my own levels..."

Five minutes later—

Zheng Siyuan was completely stunned, and he didn't even want to wrap wontons anymore.

He just watched Qin Huai quietly, his face full of question marks. And Qin Huai, the culprit of all this, was kneading the dough very calmly. Seeing Zheng Siyuan looking at him, he asked:

"Can you understand what I just said?"

Zheng Siyuan: "... Can understand."

But don't accept it.

Zheng Siyuan never thought that this system Qin Huai imagined himself was so practical.

How did Qin Luo accept all this for so many years?

Is it because Qin Luo's acceptance ability was too good, so Qin Huai became more and more outrageous.

Someone actually practiced snacks like this.

His progress speed was not as fast as Qin Huai's, was it because he didn't imagine he had a system, and then graded his own dishes? Zheng Siyuan fell into deep thought.

Qin Huai didn't know that his simple words caused great shock to Zheng Siyuan, and he made chicken soup noodles as usual.

At 8:30, Huang Ji ate breakfast normally.

Everyone in the back kitchen was holding chicken soup noodles happily, feeling from the bottom of their hearts that it was really happy to be able to eat a bowl of hot chicken soup noodles in the morning!

The people in Huang Ji's back kitchen didn't know that their happiness had just begun.

Today Qin Huai's menu was very simple: fermented rice buns, *san ding bao*.

Qin Huai originally only wanted to make *san ding bao*, but fermented rice buns were of extraordinary significance to Huang Ji, and not making fermented rice buns felt a bit sorry for Huang Ji's old customers.

Anyway, fermented rice buns were simple, and they were the most stable buff dish that Qin Huai could make at B-grade now. It was also tiring to keep making *san ding bao*, and making fermented rice buns in between could adjust his mood.

Qin Huai felt that he had been a little possessed by making *san ding bao* recently.

How to say, very like it.

He didn't have this feeling when making crab roe *shaomai* before.

When making crab roe *shaomai*, Qin Huai's state was more for practice and completing tasks. But when making *san ding bao*, Qin Huai really liked it.

Liked it to the point that he had to watch the teaching video a few more times before going to bed after making *san ding bao* during the day.

Too like it.

Qin Huai felt that his essence was still to like making this kind of meat-filled breakfast snack. Don't ask, asking is that Qin Luo loves to eat it.

Qin Huai kneaded the dough happily.

Stir-fried the filling happily.

Directed Wang Jun to cook the filling happily.

Even had the leisure to secretly look at how Dong Shi cut the cubes.

Dong Shi's knife skills were indeed good, much better than Pei Xing and Li Hua, and the cut cubes were uniform and beautiful.

Qin Huai didn't know whether it could help with the taste, but it could definitely play a role in the styling.

If there were really customers who were bored and wanted to break the bun open to see how the filling inside was, they would find that the bun filling was really beautiful.

Huang Ji's back kitchen operated in an orderly manner, and everyone performed their duties.

At 10:00 AM, the first batch of *san ding bao* was out of the pot.

Qin Huai looked at the steamer and was a little surprised.

【San ding bao, B+ grade】

He had made so many days of *san ding bao*, and they had always been B-grade, stable enough to make people afraid.

At this moment, Qin Huai deeply realized that teamwork was really important, and a professional team and a grassroots team were different.

Dong Shi leaned over curiously: "Are the buns ready? Can I eat one first?"

"Eat!" Qin Huai said readily, "Everyone taste it, taste if my insights on *san ding bao* these few days have improved."

The helper who didn't have a name stepped forward quickly, lifted the steamer, and deftly took out the buns, one for each person.

Everyone felt strange about Qin Huai's sudden enthusiasm.

Although Qin Huai rarely made *san ding bao* in Huang Ji, *wu ding bao* was made every day. Everyone worked in the back kitchen, and if they were hungry, they could eat at any time by reporting to Huang Jia or Qin Huai.

In a sense, buns were far less rare than chicken soup noodles, because chicken soup noodles could only be eaten in the morning, and each person was limited to one bowl.

Dong Shi seemed to be really hungry, blew on the bun, and took a bite.

"Hiss—"

Dong Shi was so hot that he gasped.

"Hiss—"

Dong Shi was so shocked that he gasped again.

Dong Li looked at his unlucky brother helplessly from the side, and couldn't help but complain: "Is it that hot?"

"Hiss—" Dong Shi was still gasping, "Brother, this bun, Qin Huai, bun, this, this is also too, no, he..."

Dong Li:?

His brother was scalded stupid?

Dong Li blew twice more cautiously and took a slow bite.

"Kou qi—" Dong Li almost hissed too.

Dong Shi nodded crazily: "Brother, you understand now? This bun, this is also too, Qin Huai he..."

Cheated, right?

Dong Li said the words he didn't say in his heart for Dong Shi.

Dong Li chewed the bun again.

Delicious bun.

To be precise, it was a very delicious bun.

A delicious bun that met Qin Huai's level.

A delicious bun whose level of *san ding bao* would exceed *wu ding bao*.

Didn't Qin Huai go home for vacation?

Does he really not have a master?

Did he really go home for vacation to see his sister, not to go home for further studies?

Just when Dong Li was thinking about whether he should also learn from Qin Huai, save all the holidays, and take a two-month vacation at once, Zheng Siyuan walked to Qin Huai's side.

Still holding half a *san ding bao* that he hadn't finished eating.

"Qin Huai, can you tell me the method of imagining that you have a system for grading again?"

"I want to know how to imagine it specifically."

Qin Huai:...?

???

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 196 =====