Chapter 221: [Wang Gensheng's Desire]

Huang Shengli led Qin Huai to the warehouse, passed through the shelves, and came to the corner.

There was a small window in the corner.

The perspective was very good. Through the small window, one could see most of the dining tables in the Huang Ji lobby. The small window was open, presumably for ventilation. Qin Huai could clearly see that basically every table in the lobby was full.

Even the round tables were full, and they even had to add chairs to squeeze.

The waiters were basically concentrated near the large round tables, holding several menus in their hands, and the ordering method returned to the most primitive manual recording mode, recording one as the customer said one.

Very coincidentally, the people sitting at the round table closest to the small window were seen by Qin Huai; they were the college students dragging suitcases who were at the front of the queue.

Huang Ji does not have small round tables; it only has small tables for 4, medium tables for 6, and standard large round tables for 12. At the table with the university students, another group of four tourists was squeezed in. One side was chatting heatedly while the other was reticent, forming a stark contrast; one could tell at a glance who were the students and who were the tourists.

"Bingbing, you are still smart, you ordered *Guo'er* first. We will definitely be the first to serve. First in queuing, first in serving, and the restaurant we eat at is also the first on the recommendation list. I will have to explode with likes on my Moments later! It was worth us taking the hard seat from Beiping and queuing at 4 in the morning as soon as we got off the train."

The girl called Bingbing giggled: "I brushed this restaurant on the Internet some time ago, saying that *San Ding Bao* and *Jiu Niang Mantou* are very delicious. Fortunately, we came early, if we came late, we wouldn't be able to queue for the first place."

"But is this *Guo'er* really as delicious as this magazine says?" Bingbing held up *Zhi Wei*, "It doesn't look delicious either, it's ugly, I dare not imagine how my teacher would scold me if this was my color assignment."

"Definitely delicious." The boy on the side said, "Look at the menu, *Guo'er* is 98 each, *Jiu Niang Mantou* is 18 each, *San Ding Bao* is 35 each. *Guo'er* is the most expensive and limited to dine-in purchase, it must be delicious!"

"But the *San Ding Bao* I checked online is 56, why is it so cheap today? We won't come to the wrong shop, right? There won't be a second Huang Ji Restaurant in Suzhou, right?" The short-haired girl was a bit worried.

"56 is the premium *San Ding Bao*. What is sold today is ordinary *San Ding Bao*. I asked the waiter just now when ordering, saying that the premium one uses better ingredients and the production difficulty is greater. Today it's too busy, so only ordinary ones are sold, no premium ones." Bingbing explained, continuing to lower her head to look at *Zhi Wei*.

The short-haired girl showed a disappointed look: "Ah... I want to eat the premium one. We traveled all the way from Beiping by hard seat, and my butt is about to break, just to eat a bite of premium *San Ding Bao*."

"It's okay, you can just say it's premium *San Ding Bao* when you post on Moments later." The girl on the side comforted her.

This table was very close to the window, and Qin Huai and Huang Shengli could hear the chattering voices clearly. Huang Shengli heard that there were customers today who came specifically for *San Ding Bao* and not *Guo'er*, and laughed and joked: "These are your future loyal diners, traveling all the way from Beiping by hard seat just for a bite of *San Ding Bao*."

Qin Huai's focus was not here at all, because he found that not only were there people holding *Zhi Wei* at this table, but other tables basically had 2-3 copies of *Zhi Wei* per table.

Qin Huai knew *Zhi Wei* was famous, and today many customers must have come specifically to eat *Guo'er* after reading *Zhi Wei*.

But it shouldn't be that they brought magazines to eat.

Is it that bringing magazines to eat makes it taste better?

Or is it that readers of *Zhi Wei* actually have a habit of holding magazines and eating at one shop after another, and if they eat something that doesn't match the goods, they directly slap *Zhi Wei* on the chef's head.

"Are the newsstands nearby promoting *Zhi Wei*?" Qin Huai asked.

Huang Shengli was stunned, then showed a meaningful smile: "This, your Master Zheng bought another 300 copies of *Zhi Wei* last night."

Qin Huai:?

"You didn't walk through the front door when you came in this morning, right? Your Master Zheng set up a magazine reading rack at the front door, filled with *Zhi Wei*, and customers who come in can take one to read at will."

Qin Huai:...

Qin Huai felt that he really had no way to understand the circuit of these rich people's brains.

Huang Shengli was joking, and the dishes were served.

The first batch of *Guo'er* had long been steamed.

Due to the characteristics of *Guo'er*, the back kitchen doesn't need to wait until before business hours to start steaming. This pastry is cooked before coloring, and after coloring, it is placed in an incubator to keep warm. The taste won't change much within two hours.

Therefore, the back kitchen only needs to wait for the previous customers to finish ordering and then plate it to serve, and the serving speed is very fast.

Some tables hadn't even finished ordering, and the first batch of *Guo'er* was served.

As today's absolute star pastry, the moment the waiter served *Guo'er*, the eyes of all the customers in the lobby gathered on *Guo'er*.

So ugly, really so ugly, as ugly as written in *Zhi Wei*!

This was the first impression of all customers on *Guo'er*.

Under normal circumstances, whether eating pastries or stir-fried dishes, everyone wants to eat something with good appearance.

Color, fragrance, and taste are the greatest praise for a dish.

Clearly, *Guo'er* is not normal.

If at least 90% of the customers at Huang Ji today came for *Guo'er*, then after Zheng Da set up a magazine reading rack at the entrance of Huang Ji. The remaining 10% who didn't pay attention to *Zhi Wei* but just came to queue for a meal during the holiday because Huang Ji's *Jiu Niang Mantou* and *San Ding Bao* had been famous for a period of time also read *Zhi Wei*.

When everyone saw such an ugly pastry, their first reaction was relief.

Great, it matches the goods!

It's genuine!

Exactly the same as written in *Zhi Wei*, ugly uniquely, ugly alternatively, ugly with soul!

The colors of the first batch of *Guo'er* were basically brushed by Qin Huai. Wang Jun and Tan Weian were not skilled, worked slowly, and Qin Huai brushed 5 *Guo'er* in the time they carefully studied brushing one.

In a sense, the customers who ordered the first batch were indeed lucky to be able to eat the most authentic ugly *Guo'er*.

8 *Guo'er* were served to the college students' table.

Everyone was shocked by the styling of *Guo'er*.

The college students' shock was more than others.

Because they were students of the Art Academy.

One boy even closed his eyes in pain, not daring to look, fearing that if he remembered this color combination, he would fail the final exam.

Finally, Bingbing took the lead, resolutely grabbed *Guo'er* with her hands, held it with both hands, closed her eyes, and took a big bite.

She took too big a bite.

This was Qin Huai's comment on Bingbing eating *Guo'er*.

*Guo'er* has a large portion, but the skin itself is not thick, even if you take a small bite, you can bite into the meat filling inside.

The meat filling made by Huang Shengli locked the meat juice to the greatest extent. These meat juices would burst out as the taster chewed. Although it wouldn't be as exaggerated as the pissing beef balls in the advertisement, with a bite of juice splashing two meters away, there was no problem with the feeling of a slight explosion in the mouth.

This feeling is also the most wonderful.

The fresh and sweet meat juice exploded in the mouth, accompanied by the hard-outside-soft-inside dough skin, stirring and mixing on the tongue and teeth. After chewing a little, the diners would know how wonderful the a+ grade pastry is.

Of course, if this meat juice is boiling hot, that's another story.

Qin Huai even thought that the reason Jiang Weiming insisted on coloring *Guo'er* was to let customers eat *Guo'er* when it had been out of the pot for a period of time, so as not to burn the diners who didn't know why because it was too hot.

After all, Jiang Weiming making apple-shaped fruit pastries into meat-filled pastries was already a decision that violated the ancestors. If he wanted to cover it up slightly, he could completely not color it and just say this was a brand-new dough pastry.

All this beauty is based on the foundation of not taking a big bite.

According to Qin Huai's experience of watching Qin Luo eat *Guo'er* last time. If you open your mouth wide for the first bite and take too big a bite, you will get it all over your face.

The mouth won't be able to hold the meat juice.

Sure enough, the next second, Bingbing, who was still intoxicated by the taste of the *Guo'er* that had just entered her mouth, couldn't hold it anymore and wanted to cover her mouth with her hands. As a result, before her hands could reach out, she subconsciously blocked her mouth with the remaining *Guo'er*, struggled with the pastry in her mouth for a minute, and swallowed it with difficulty and happiness.

This bite of *Guo'er* was eaten, making Qin Huai feel terrified, fearing that on the first day of *Guo'er*'s release, Huang Ji would have news of customers being sent to the hospital because they ate pastries too fast.

"Damn." Bingbing didn't even want to drink water to smooth her throat after swallowing, only had time to express this exclamation, and couldn't wait to take the second bite.

The rest of the people saw this and understood the gold content of this ugly pastry, and started eating one after another.

This table was shared.

The 4 tourists ordered food slowly, and the dishes were served late, so they could only watch the people at the same table eat with their eyes.

While smelling the smell of the meat filling, while watching them eat deliciously, while stretching their necks and looking forward to the window, hoping to see their own *Guo'er*, the envious tears almost flowed from the corners of their mouths.

"Slurp." At the middle table by the window that Qin Huai couldn't see, Qian Zhongheng's son had already slurped without any promise.

The son felt that he was different from other diners.

He had eaten apple-shaped fruit pastries.

Saying how delicious it was, the son felt it was just like that, mainly novel, a pastry made exactly like an apple, almost to the point of being fake, and eating it in one bite could taste the apple flavor. In this case, if you are still struggling with how delicious this pastry is, whether it is better than other pastries, the son feels it is a bit putting the cart before the horse.

Of course, if you want to ask him which pastry is the most delicious, the son will definitely vote for premium *San Ding Bao*.

The son is a meat lover.

Don't look at this *baozi* being expensive, it is really delicious!

That bite down, that taste, that meat fragrance, that soft dough skin, that meat filling that looks oily but doesn't feel greasy at all when eaten, but instead makes people realize the most primitive pursuit of meat and fat by the body.

Can't think about it anymore, if I think about it again, I will drool.

Once, the son felt that there would be no pastry in this world more delicious than premium *San Ding Bao*.

Those various cakes that are opened and flaky are just like that.

Eating pastries is to eat meat filling!

Premium *San Ding Bao*, eternal god!

However, today the son felt that he might briefly betray the premium *San Ding Bao*.

The *Guo'er* at the next table was really too fragrant.

That fragrance kept drilling into his nose.

Such a large pastry, with a bite down, it's all meat filling inside, beautiful meat filling. Like *San Ding Bao*, it looks oily but actually doesn't seep out oil at all, stir-fried just right, firm but slightly loose, if such meat is eaten into the mouth, that taste...

"Slurp."

Qian Zhongheng glared at his son angrily: "Can you have some promise?"

We are noble small stove guests! Relationship households! Do you understand relationship households? Don't act as if you haven't eaten it before.

Although it seems he really hasn't eaten it before.

But can you straighten your waist like your father and turn your head a little, not looking at the *Guo'er* eaten at the next table.

What's the use of looking now, what were you doing when ordering?

Grinding and chirping for a long time without ordering a dish, making the dishes at the next table served and we can only sit here and watch with eyes. The fruit yesterday afternoon was not bought well, that cherry is not 3j, at most 2.5j.

Except for being able to gather people to buy an extra portion when queuing to buy *San Ding Bao* and *Jiu Niang Mantou*, Qian Zhongheng couldn't figure out what his son was useful for.

"Still not quickly pouring tea for your Uncle Wang." Qian Zhongheng said in a low voice.

The son quickly poured tea: "Uncle Wang, drink tea."

"No need, no need, I'll pour it myself." Old Man Wang said with a smile, but his neck was a bit stiff, because he also had to control himself not to look at the next table.

It's really strange, he hadn't eaten this *Guo'er* before, Master Xiao Qin had made it a few times in Yunzhong Canteen. The taste was average before, and the *Guo'er* brought back last time was so delicious that he wanted to sneak attack Xu Tuqiang and grab his *Guo'er*, but it didn't feel as fragrant as today.

Could it be that he hadn't eaten Master Xiao Qin's pastries for too long, missed it too much, so he felt today's *Guo'er* smelled particularly delicious.

Or is the scene different, sitting in Huang Ji Restaurant and smelling the pastry fragrance has a buff bonus.

Didn't expect Huang Ji to be a state-run hotel originally, Old Man Wang had a bit of a sigh and started to recall the past.

Old Man Wang's DNA moved.

Old Man Wang sighed.

Old Man Wang opened his mouth.

"Gensheng, do you still remember when Master Jing was still there?" Qian Zhongheng interrupted the spell.

Old Man Wang didn't expect someone to start recalling the past before him, paused, and nodded: "Of course I remember. I didn't return to my hometown in Shanshan after graduating from university, and when I was assigned to the cotton textile factory in Suzhou, I was a bit reluctant at first."

"On the day of reporting for duty, the section chief of our finance section took me to the state-run hotel for a meal."

"I have a deep impression, fried small fish, stir-fried three shreds, a plate of fragrant braised pork with quail eggs, so fragrant that I almost ate the table."

"Master Jing heard that I was from Shanshan, and asked if I had eaten *Xie Ke Huang*. I didn't know it was a pastry at that time, and thought it was a dish stir-fried with crab shells or some soup, and said stupidly that I didn't like eating crabs, that thing had no meat."

"Master Jing asked me to come to the state-run hotel again the next day, and he would make a few for me to taste. The next day I went to the state-run hotel, and he gave me a large bag directly, shrimp filling, I ate while walking on the way back, and everyone I met on the way asked me if I wanted to exchange."

"That was your section chief fearing that you, a college student, wouldn't be willing to stay in the cotton textile factory, specially stuffed money to the state-run hotel, and entrusted Master Jing to make some signature dishes to keep you. There was originally a backup, who knew that a bag of *Xie Ke Huang* would settle you." Qian Zhongheng laughed.

Old Man Wang:...

"What was the backup?"

"Double crab *baozi*, your section chief's in-laws were from the seaside, and that year they sent a large bag of dried sea cucumber to your section chief. That sea cucumber was placed in the state-run hotel, just waiting for *Xie Ke Huang* to not be able to handle you, and then double crab *baozi* would be served in two days."

Old Man Wang closed his eyes in pain.

"Dad, what is double crab *baozi*?" The son asked without promise.

"Delicious, can't buy it, can't afford it, can't eat it." Qian Zhongheng classic summary.

As soon as the words fell, *Guo'er* was served.

A table of 7 people, including the granddaughter sitting on the son's lap, each had one.

The son couldn't wait to pick one up, looked at his daughter, handed it to his daughter with pain, and then took another one himself.

The granddaughter smiled and opened her small mouth to bite down, didn't even bite the meat filling for the first bite, and still chewed happily.

Old Man Wang didn't recall the past either. Recalling the past can be done at any time, if the pastry is served and not eaten, it won't be good if it gets cold.

Old Man Wang had been an accountant for so many years, he could distinguish what was light and what was heavy.

With one bite, Old Man Wang's tears almost fell.

Miss Master Xiao Qin so much when he was still in Yunzhong Canteen.

At that time, the competition was not fierce at all.

Another bite.

Miss the time when he first joined the job back then, if he had another chance, he would definitely not stay wholeheartedly for a bag of *Xie Ke Huang*.

Must insist on eating double crab *baozi*.

"Ding, congratulations on discovering a new side quest 【Wang Gensheng's Desire】, please check it in the quest panel."

Qin Huai, who had already seen the satisfied expressions on the faces of countless diners behind the small window, felt that he had fished enough, and even listened to the color analysis of the college students' table for a while, analyzing how this fruit could be painted so ugly, was stunned.

What side quest?

【Wang Gensheng's Desire】???

Isn't Wang Gensheng Old Man Wang?

Not... you this... this also...

Old Man Wang, is also not a human???

Are there any humans in our Yunzhong Residential Area?

The monster content of our residential area is a bit too high, right?!

What, you say Old Man Wang is not from Yunzhong Residential Area? He is not even from the next residential area, he is from the same residential area as Pei Xing.

Not important.

Anyway, he is in the owner's small group of Yunzhong Residential Area.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 222 =====