Chapter 273

Driven by Master Qin and Grandma Qin, everyone at the table began to happily eat the fruit-shaped buns.

At such a time, the difference between those who had eaten it and those who hadn't was reflected.

Qin Luo had eaten it.

She was like someone who had seen the world, and could even spare her mouth to praise it a few times while eating.

The others didn't have so much time, only hating that they only had one mouth and one tongue, and couldn't chew with two mouths at the same time, nor could they taste with two tongues at the same time.

He Cheng no longer had the heart to be jealous of why Qin Huai was Qin Luo's own brother; he now had only one thought in his heart.

Holy crap, is such an awesome and delicious dim sum really something I, He Cheng, can eat?

What virtue and ability do I have to eat this?

Am I an emperor?

Even an emperor can't eat such delicious things!

Compared to He Cheng's wild thoughts, the shock of Qin Congwen and Zhao Rong was relatively normal.

Qin Congwen & Zhao Rong: Is Huang's so awesome? My son has been so powerful after only a few months of advanced studies. What if he studies for two years?!

Qin Xiuli and He Hua's couple were full of thoughts: Big cities are indeed different. Huai Huai went out to venture, and his craftsmanship has advanced by leaps and bounds.

Qin Xiuli even suddenly trusted the tutoring teachers in Gusu and Shanshi because of the fruit-shaped buns, feeling that these tutoring teachers she had never met must be very reliable!

The dim sum is so reliable, the teachers must also be very reliable!

Qin Xiuli and others naturally attributed Qin Huai's rapid progress to the profound foundation of big cities; the richer people are, the more particular they are about eating and dressing. The same meat sesame cake can be eaten by roasting it casually in a small place, but the Empress Dowager eats the dream-fulfilling sesame cake, which looks golden and crispy, and tastes... like a delicious sesame cake with meat!

Everyone at the table was immersed in the ocean of dim sum. In order to eat and taste more, everyone began to share.

The fruit-shaped bun was divided into two, the dream-fulfilling sesame cake was picked small, and the three-diced buns, five-diced buns were divided into several pieces, tasting one bite of each.

There was no way; pastry dim sum was really too filling. Under normal circumstances, tasting one bite of each would be half-full, not to mention that everyone had eaten a bowl of chicken soup noodles and a bowl of Four-Joy Tangyuan at the beginning.

Only ten minutes after starting the meal, the Qin family ended the battle one after another.

Only He Cheng and Qin Luo were still persisting.

Basically, only by eating to this point could one see what everyone's favorite dim sum was.

He Cheng stubbornly carried the bowl into the kitchen and served himself a little bit of longevity noodles.

Qin Luo gnawed on the three-diced buns in large mouthfuls, showing her love for meat buns.

Qin Huai was a little impressed by He Cheng. Among so many dim sum, He Cheng actually chose to eat another half bowl of longevity noodles. It turned out that his cousin's favorite type of dim sum was noodles!

It was truly pitiful for his cousin. The noodles He Cheng ate most on weekdays were egg noodles bought at the supermarket, and he hadn't eaten good noodles for these years.

"Hiccup."

Feeling that he had eaten to 120% full, the noodles were about to reach his throat, and if the hiccup was slightly more intense, the noodles would vomit out of his mouth. After eating the last bite of noodles, He Cheng let out a long hiccup.

He Cheng was completely paralyzed on the back of the chair with his stomach sticking out, matching his red, fluffy, round new clothes. At first glance, he looked a bit like a red seal drawn by a child, who had lost his dream and turned into a salted fish because he was too full, full of satisfaction, and only wanted to pat his round belly and lie on the beach to bask in the sun.

It was a pity that it was night, and he could only bask in the moon.

He Cheng didn't want to move.

He Cheng had never been so full and satisfied before. Even though his stomach was full of food, making him unable to straighten his waist and sitting uncomfortably, only wanting to lie down quietly, He Cheng also felt happy.

His tongue and his brain were all savoring the delicious New Year's Eve dinner just now.

Chicken soup noodles, delicious!

The noodles were chewy. The hand-rolled single noodles tasted different from stretched noodles. Every bite made him feel the collision of noodles between his teeth, and every second he could taste the mellow freshness of the chicken soup.

Especially that slurp.

Slurp.

Four-Joy Tangyuan, delicious!

He Cheng, who had never seen the world, had only eaten the most ordinary black sesame Tangyuan and the fruit Tangyuan that were very popular two years ago. When he first saw the large Tangyuan in the bowl, He Cheng was a little disgusted, wanting to cut corners and eat less, and eat more buns.

Before today, He Cheng didn't like eating Tangyuan.

In He Cheng's view, what was delicious about Tangyuan? Sweet, no chewiness, and easy to scald the mouth. After the glutinous rice skin was boiled, it was soft and not sticky, which was simply incomparable to the chewy texture of noodles.

365 days a year, He Cheng would only eat a few Tangyuan on the day of the Lantern Festival for the sake of it.

But now—

Sorry Tangyuan, I misunderstood your identity. Tangyuan is Tangyuan, Tangyuan is Tangyuan. He Cheng expressed that it was his shallow knowledge before, thinking that all glutinous rice skins wrapped in sweet fillings in the world were difficult to eat.

Four-Joy Tangyuan Yyds!

There were too many flavors and he ate too fast, so He Cheng couldn't say exactly where it was delicious, anyway it was delicious, all delicious, the three sweet ones were delicious, and that meat one was also delicious.

If he had to say what the shortcomings were, it was that this Tangyuan was a bit filling. There were too many things to eat tonight, and the Four-Joy Tangyuan occupied the stomach capacity it shouldn't have occupied. It would be better if it could be smaller.

Fruit-shaped bun, delicious!

He Cheng felt that the deliciousness of the fruit-shaped bun was indescribable.

It was delicious in sharp contrast to its abstract colors, causing extreme contrast.

It was delicious that he couldn't describe even with an 800-word essay, and the essay grid wasn't enough.

It was delicious that he hadn't paid off the debt, but the moment he tasted it, he actually had the idea of taking out the 30 yuan he secretly saved for the game monthly card to pay off the debt, hugging Qin Huai's thigh and begging his cousin to let him eat fruit-shaped buns from the first to the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

Dream-fulfilling sesame cake, delicious!

He Cheng really couldn't say exactly where it was delicious. The dream-fulfilling sesame cake was eaten right after the fruit-shaped bun. To tell the truth, he didn't taste much flavor, but it was delicious!

Three-diced bun, delicious!

In previous years, the three-diced bun was the dim sum He Cheng ate the most. This year, he only ate one bite. Although he didn't taste much flavor, He Cheng vaguely felt that it seemed to be much more delicious than in previous years.

He Cheng felt that he might have hallucinated. Qin Huai made three-diced buns every year, and the taste was about the same every year. It was impossible for it to suddenly become particularly delicious; it must be a hallucination.

Five-diced bun, delicious!

He Cheng only tasted one bite of this one too, forgot what it tasted like, anyway it was delicious.

"Hiccup." He Cheng let out another long hiccup.

Qin Xiuli felt that she couldn't continue to be paralyzed like this.

She was already starting to feel carbon-dizzy, and if she sat for a while longer, she would fall asleep happily, and there would really be no second half of the New Year's Eve dinner this year.

It didn't matter if there was no second half; anyway, they wouldn't eat the second half, but there were still many relatives and friends waiting to be fed on the second half, waiting for their family of three to return in triumph.

As soon as Qin Xiuli thought that her sisters-in-law, nephews, and nieces were already looking at the outside of the house with expectant eyes, she felt that she was shouldering a mission, struggled to stand up, suppressed the hiccup that was about to come out, and said:

"Cheng Cheng, get up and say goodbye to Grandpa and Grandma. We still have to go to Grandpa and Grandma's house!"

He Cheng struggled to stand up, staggered, and was pulled by his father before he didn't fall to the ground, and subconsciously began to say auspicious words.

After a string of smooth New Year's greeting combos, He Cheng looked at the dim sum on the table and was a little troubled.

To tell the truth, this New Year's Eve dinner looked like it hadn't been eaten much.

The main event today was actually the fruit-shaped bun. One fruit-shaped bun was more than half a jin, plus the previous longevity noodles and Four-Joy Tangyuan, the combat power of the Qin family members dropped sharply instantly. In previous years, not to mention wolfing down and sweeping away the autumn leaves, at least they could barely complete the CD action.

This year, with so much left, He Cheng didn't know what to bring back.

"Mom, what... what should I bring?" He Cheng stammered.

Qin Huai smiled slightly: "I've already prepared it for you, it's in the kitchen. All dim sum are there, and a lot of Four-Joy Tangyuan have been packed. There are slightly fewer raw embryos of fruit-shaped buns, on average one for two people."

"Take them, steam them, boil them, and you can eat them directly."

He Cheng was overjoyed, held his waist and rushed into the kitchen, and took out three large bags of dim sum. The family of three each took a bag and walked toward the entrance of the village.

The Qin family's New Year's Eve dinner table became much quieter.

That's how it is when there are few people. In previous years, the New Year's Eve dinner basically ended at this time. Master Qin and Grandma Qin didn't like watching the Spring Festival Gala, and no one in Qin Family Village watched the Spring Festival Gala. The Spring Festival Gala was generally played as background sound, and everyone gathered together to play mahjong. Master Qin's house didn't have a mahjong table, so they all went to the neighbor's house to play.

In order to compete for this mahjong venue, the three neighbors were also competing for beauty, upgrading and replacing every year. This year, Qin Kaigui's house on the right won with the newly replaced mahjong machine.

Master Qin had already agreed to go to his house to play mahjong at eight o'clock.

Qin Kaigui's house was also ready. They had to eat some delicious dim sum while playing mahjong. They hadn't eaten their New Year's Eve dinner to the full, at most they had eaten three-tenths full, just waiting to eat the second half.

Grandma Qin began to tidy up the dining table, by the way, choosing the dim sum to take to the neighbor's house.

Fruit-shaped bun, too delicious, couldn't bear to take it.

Longevity noodles, such good noodles boiled in such good chicken soup, wouldn't it be fragrant to keep them for breakfast tomorrow morning? Couldn't bear to take them.

Dream-fulfilling sesame cake, cold, this one was okay.

Four-Joy Tangyuan, couldn't bear to take it.

Three-diced bun, couldn't bear to take it.

Five-diced bun, couldn't bear to take it.

Qin Huai glanced at Grandma Qin's bag for dim sum and found that the old lady might not like the neighbor's new mahjong machine that much either. None of his signature dim sum were packed into the bag, but a large bag of radish buns, vermicelli buns, meat buns, and vegetable buns that no one ate was packed.

"Grandma, take a little of the other dim sum too. I made a lot today, and there are still raw embryos in the kitchen. These steamed dim sum are a waste if they are not eaten tonight," Qin Huai advised.

Hearing her eldest grandson say this, Grandma Qin reluctantly picked two of each of the other dim sum and put them into the bag, muttering: "Qin Kaigui's third daughter-in-law won more than 20 from me playing mahjong the day before yesterday. Huai Huai, you are so tired making dim sum, just give their family some ordinary buns."

Qin Huai:...

Why did he feel that compared to feeling sorry for his grandson, Grandma was more reluctant to part with the 20 yuan she lost playing mahjong.

Picking and choosing, Grandma Qin also picked up a large bag and shouted: "Old man, Congwen, Rong'er, what time is it? Is it time to go to Kaigui's house? Congwen, go and ask if their family has finished eating!"

Before Qin Congwen went out to the neighbor's house, the window closest to Master Qin's house at Qin Kaigui's house opened, and Qin Kaigui's little grandson shouted in a milky voice: "Third Grandma, we've finished! Our family finished long ago! You guys come over quickly."

Hearing the voice of Qin Kaigui's little grandson, Qin Tianhe's family, who were still eating New Year's Eve dinner, bit their teeth, only hating their own family's miscalculation, only caring about borrowing the refrigerator and forgetting to pay attention to the mahjong machine's update, missing the opportunity.

The elders had already started their happy after-dinner entertainment. Qin Huai picked up the remaining dishes in the kitchen, packed the remaining dim sum into boxes, turned his head and asked Qin Luo who was washing dishes: "Luo Luo, what are your plans for tonight?"

"Go out to play or play on your phone?"

Relying on the dim sum in her pocket, Qin Luo had very good popularity in the village over the years, and she was very popular no matter whose house she went to play. From 26-year-old unmarried big friends to 6-year-old children, everyone loved playing with Qin Luo.

"I'll go to Sister Lan's house to watch TV first," Qin Luo said with a smile, and seeing Qin Huai packing up the dim sum, she hurriedly said, "Brother, leave me a few, I want to take them to Sister Lan's."

"I know, this box is prepared for you," Qin Huai pointed to a box containing three-diced buns, five-diced buns, and fruit-shaped buns, "I'll pack a box of Chen Pi tea in a thermal lunch box for you, remember to drink it later, it warms the stomach."

"Thank you, brother," Qin Luo said with a smile, and asked curiously, pointing to other packing boxes, "Then who are these for? Brother, you packed them mixed, why are there two fruit-shaped buns in this box?"

"Of course, it's for boss direct recruitment," Qin Huai smiled slightly.

When Qin Huai was eating New Year's Eve dinner, he realized the importance of Wang Shen.

He really needed a helper who was proficient in mincing meat to assist him in completing the production of Four-Joy Tangyuan throughout the New Year period.

This helper had to be professional, capable, able to adapt to super-long working hours, and also willing.

Qin Huai felt that Wang Shen had great potential.

Of course, if Wang Shen couldn't serve because she was busy during the New Year, Qin Huai also had a plan B. Qin Huai's third aunt-in-law had good knife skills, the niece of the third great-uncle was also okay, the second son-in-law of the village chief's family was said to have been a chef before, and the village secretary was once a helper in the production team canteen when he was young.

If it really didn't work, the youngest son of the second cousin's family could also be considered. Because this cousin of Qin Huai's didn't study well, he had studied at New Oriental, and his knife skills should be stronger than ordinary people.

Of course, the preferred choice for boss direct recruitment was still Wang Shen.

Qin Huai prepared the dim sum.

At 7:57 PM on New Year's Eve, a time for family reunion, gathering together, eating New Year's Eve dinner, and celebrating the New Year, Qin Huai carried two large bags of dim sum and knocked on Wang Shen's door with a smile on his face.

Wang Shen's little daughter opened the door. Qin Huai might not be able to recognize everyone in the village, but no one in the village didn't know Qin Huai. Seeing Qin Huai come, and carrying two large bags of dim sum that they had just eaten, the little daughter was especially happy, screaming happily and running inside.

"Mom! Mom! Brother Qin Huai is here! He brought dim sum!"

Wang Shen's whole family was stirred up.

The villagers of Qin Family Village basically all had the surname Qin, and those with the same surname were basically related. Wang Shen's husband also had the surname Qin, and in terms of relationship, he was considered a distant cousin of Qin Huai.

This cousin had a stroke in the past two years, and his legs and feet were a bit inconvenient. He had to walk with a crutch. He was so excited that he trembled and walked out with a crutch to welcome him.

Originally, there was no need to be so grand, but unfortunately, the cousin had eaten two bites of fruit-shaped buns 10 minutes ago.

Wang Shen accepted the offer on the spot, and then said with some difficulty that she had to return to her mother's house on the second day of the New Year, and might have to wait until the fifth day to return, or the fourth day at the earliest.

Wang Shen, who couldn't work full-time, recommended the Zhang family living at the end of the village to Qin Huai, saying that the old man of the Zhang family was a butcher when he was young and was very good at mincing meat. Although he was old now, his level was still there, and his strength was not bad, so he could be considered for boss direct recruitment.

The Zhang family was one of the few families with a different surname in Qin Family Village, and Qin Huai didn't know them.

Ten minutes later, Qin Huai carried a brand-new bag of dim sum and knocked on the Zhang family's door.

Old Man Zhang, who was over 65, excitedly accepted the offer, and then recommended the old village secretary.

Another 10 minutes later, Qin Huai carried dim sum and knocked on the old village secretary's door.

Qin Family Village was stirred up again.

When communication was not developed back then, the sensation mainly relied on people passing it on, needing to pass the news from house to house. Now that communication is developed, just send a message on WeChat.

Not only can you send messages, but you can also send pictures.

The picture of Qin Huai carrying dim sum to send warmth to the door began to spread rapidly among the villagers of Qin Family Village.

Assistant Xiao Qin, carrying dim sum to send warmth on New Year's Eve!

Such a large bag of dim sum!

Wang Shen's family is full!

Qin Huai, who had just finished sending the offer from the old village secretary's house and received a WeChat inquiry from Master Qin:...

He went to the door to send warmth?

The people in the village have gone crazy with happiness?

Now every household is waiting for him to come to the door to send warmth. The village chief's family has already started to clean the house again, fearing that their house is not as clean as the old secretary's house and will be compared.

No, who spread the rumor?

Dong Shi is not around, and there are still people spreading such outrageous rumors.

But considering that the village chief's family has already started cleaning...

Qin Huai thought about the amount of raw embryos left at home.

After training at Huang's for several months, the speed of making dim sum has increased a lot, and the amount of dim sum made today is indeed very large. Especially the Four-Joy Tangyuan, because the materials were enough, he accidentally made more than 40 jin.

Fifteen minutes later, Qin Huai knocked on the door of the first household at the entrance of the village in the order from the entrance to the end of the village.

Qin Huai glanced at the seniority list sent to him by Grandma Qin.

"Ninth... don't I have a Ninth Great-Uncle? Great-Uncle, Happy New Year! This is a little dim sum I made today—Four-Joy Tangyuan. I wish you good luck, peace and smoothness, step-by-step promotion, and congratulations on making a fortune in the New Year."

The Great-Uncle, who had been squatting at the door, excitedly took the Tangyuan and took the opportunity to stuff a stack of red envelopes to Qin Huai: "Happy New Year, Happy New Year!"

"Huai Huai, come in and have a cup of tea, watch TV."

"Great-Uncle, I still have to go to the next house, so I won't disturb you. Happy New Year!"

(End of chapter)