Chapter 39: Missing Something

Finally, after Qin Luo quickly washed the three pots and almost used the seven-step hand-washing method to prove that her hands were very clean and could grab steamed buns, she and Ouyang, who returned from throwing out the trash and didn't understand how tormenting waiting was, ate the wine-brewed steamed buns.

These two people ate snacks like Zhu Bajie eating ginseng fruit, mainly eating fast and going for quantity.

Ouyang relied on his big mouth and ate a steamed bun in three bites.

Qin Luo could only compare speed, swallowing one in less than half a minute.

Qin Huai, who was reflecting on the side of the steamer, chewing slowly and savoring carefully:...

Can you two respect the chef's labor results a little bit?

Zhao Rong and Qin Congwen had already slept and missed the first batch of failed steamed buns. Qin Huai distributed the remaining steamed buns to the canteen staff, and a steamer of steamed buns was soon left with only the steamer.

"Brother, how did you learn to make wine-brewed steamed buns after taking a nap! You are too amazing, brother, will you make it tomorrow? I forgot to take a photo and send it to He Cheng (Qin Huai's cousin) just now. If you make it tomorrow, I will take a photo and send it to him, preferably by the way, make mung bean ice cake, red bean ice cake, and osmanthus cake, these things look good together." Qin Luo said with full expectation, the invisible tail behind her wagging fast.

Qin Huai indicated that Qin Luo's abacus beads were about to collapse on his face, and said: "Wine-brewed steamed buns can be made."

"The rest won't work."

Adding mung bean ice cake, red bean ice cake, and osmanthus cake together is not something that can be solved by getting off work at 1:00, it is simply the rhythm of working overtime until 3:00.

Qin Huai indicated absolutely not.

Ouyang, who finally slowed down and was still gnawing on the last steamed bun, didn't care at all. Anyway, he wasn't picky, he ate whatever there was, even if Qin Huai made elm bark steamed buns, he would eat them.

The most critical thing is that his parents didn't adopt Qin Huai back then, and he couldn't naturally say to Qin Huai like Qin Luo, "Brother, I want to eat this."

Thinking of this, Ouyang sighed deeply.

Then he hiccuped.

Sure enough, steamed buns are still filling, 5 were enough, no wonder Did Luo Luo only ate 3 today and ended the battle early.

Wait, 3?

Didn't Qin Luo eat dinner?

Ouyang: (=°Д°=)

Qin Luo was still trying to bargain: "Brother, make another osmanthus cake tomorrow, you haven't made osmanthus cake for a week. I have been working very seriously recently, I swept the toilet yesterday!"

Qin Huai pondered for a moment: "I feel that before I took a nap, you were trying to hint at me to make Four-Joy Dumplings, and I originally planned to make Four-Joy Dumplings. Since you don't want to eat, then Osmanthus..."

"There is absolutely no such thing, Brother, do whatever you want, I fully support you!" Qin Luo indicated firmly, "The toilet doesn't seem to be cleaned, I'll go sweep it again!"

Ouyang looked at Qin Luo's departing figure: "She..."

"She has been a good material for cleaning since she was a child." Qin Huai said, "When she and my cousin were young, Grandpa teased them and said that whoever cleaned the hygiene would give the five-ding bun to whoever. She and my cousin fought from the first day of the Lunar New Year to the fifteenth day of the first lunar month to grab the broom and mop."

Ouyang indicated that he really didn't understand you Qin family members.

The next day at 4:00 AM, Qin Huai arrived at his post on time.

Qin Congwen prepared all the materials that could be prepared for Qin Huai as usual, and sat face to face with Zhao Rong on both sides of the table to wrap buns.

Qin Huai changed his clothes and walked into the kitchen, didn't knead the dough or make the filling for the five-ding buns like usual, but found the wine-brewed and made wine-brewed steamed buns first.

Same steps as yesterday.

Kneading, leavening, kneading, secondary leavening, kneading, steaming.

Same failure as yesterday.

【Wine-Brewed Diced Diced Baozi B-】

Looking at the B- displayed on the steamed bun, Qin Huai felt that the minus sign was very dazzling.

Still didn't control the best temperature?

Then where exactly was the temperature not mastered?

The water temperature for kneading the dough, or the room temperature for fermentation, or the heat control when steaming.

Qin Huai muttered to himself while stirring the filling for the five-ding buns in the pot.

"Wendy? Our family's Huaihuai has someone he likes, or is it a foreigner?!" Qin Congwen, who was trying to read lips not far away, was shocked.

Zhao Rong rolled her eyes at him speechlessly: "It's temperature, your son is pondering steamed buns!"

Qin Congwen indicated he didn't understand, he had watched the whole process of Qin Huai making steamed buns just now.

Perfect kneading, perfect rubbing, perfect fermentation, perfect exhaust, although it wasn't steamed yet, if there were no accidents, it would be a perfect steamed bun when it came out of the pot.

The steamed bun has been made to this point, what else is there to ponder?

"Huaihuai's steamed buns just now are fine." Qin Congwen said, "If I could knead that kind of dough, I could wake up laughing in my dreams."

"That's why you haven't sold to Sanmalu after selling buns for so many years." Zhao Rong complained mercilessly, "Don't worry about your son's business. Looking at Did Luo Luo's circle of friends, Huaihuai made steamed buns until 7:00 yesterday, how long has he slept, don't tire him out. You go help watch the filling in the pot, I'll wrap these buns."

Qin Congwen hurriedly put down the dough skin and went to help. Qin Huai decisively handed the filling simmering on low heat in the pot to Qin Congwen and went to guard the steamer side.

Even if he couldn't see the situation inside, it was good to sit on the side and smell the smell.

Qin Congwen felt that his son seemed to be a bit obsessed.

Could it be that his family's Huaihuai and wine-brewed steamed buns are not compatible?

The more Qin Congwen thought about it, the more reasonable he felt. Wine-brewed steamed buns were one of the few pastry failures of Qin Huai. He was addicted to making buckwheat steamed buns some time ago, and he must have recalled the tragic memory of failure while making them, and now decided to challenge again.

Alas, Did Luo Luo, this girl, hasn't woken up yet, otherwise she could ask how the results were last night.

But looking at Qin Huai's current appearance, he estimated that he had been hit.

Qin Congwen decided to exert his expertise to comfort his son later.

He had been hit by Qin Huai for so many years, and he knew very well the mood of being hit. He was too good at comforting!

Qin Congwen stirred the filling and praised himself proudly in his heart: I am really a good father, hahahahaha!

At 6:07, the wine-brewed steamed buns came out of the pot.

Because making wine-brewed steamed buns delayed some time, the five-ding buns and three-ding buns were still steaming in the steamer. At this time, the Cloud Canteen hadn't started business, but the first-floor lobby was already full of grandpas who ran in the morning.

And a few grandmas who didn't run in the morning but loved to get up early to eat breakfast.

For the lateness of breakfast, the grandpas and grandmas expressed that they could accept it.

Xu Tuqiang, Grandpa Cao, Grandpa Wang, and Grandpa Liu, who really loved morning running at table 9, had already drunk iced mung bean soup.

In the not-so-hot morning, after experiencing a hearty morning run, sitting in the Cloud Canteen with moderate air conditioning temperature, smelling the fragrance of beloved buns and rice wine, and drinking a bowl of iced, cooling, and slightly sweet mung bean soup, the grandpas expressed that a beautiful day started like this!

Grandpa Wang expressed that it would be even better if he could have another plate of crab shell yellow.

"Why does Little Master Qin not like making crab shell yellow so much?" Grandpa Wang drank mung bean soup while complaining for the beloved crab shell yellow.

Grandpa Wang is like a career fan of a "paste bean" in a boy group or girl group, scolding the company for not having eyes, why don't you give resources to my brother/sister, while waiting for the consumption on time every day, looking forward to seeing his brother/sister's figure.

It's just that Grandpa Wang is a fan of crab shell yellow.

Still fresh shrimp flavored crab shell yellow.

And the Cloud Canteen, because Qin Luo doesn't like eating shrimp, Qin Huai doesn't have the habit of making snacks with fresh shrimp filling. Plus crab shell yellow needs an oven, Qin Huai will also make crab shell yellow and other snacks that need an oven together, so the probability of the crab shell yellow menu being hung up is really small.

So small that Grandpa Wang wanted to question Qin Huai, won't your conscience hurt? 21 days, a full 21 days! Fresh shrimp flavored crab shell yellow only appeared twice, do you know how I spent these 21 days?!

What's good about that damn donkey roll? Why can it appear 17 times in 21 days?!

Grandpa Wang's roar was unknown to anyone, he could only drink a bowl of mung bean soup, staring at Qin Huai's busy figure in the kitchen: "Is it out of the pot? Did you smell the wine?"

The grandpas responded one after another: "Smelled it, seems to be rice wine."

"Just a bit light."

"Did Little Master Qin make egg drop soup? I have to have a bowl later!"

"Egg drop soup has to be ordered separately, I didn't see the menu for egg drop soup, Little Master Qin made breakfast for himself, right?"

"Hehe, then I have to have a bowl too."

In the kitchen, Qin Congwen looked at the freshly cooked wine-brewed steamed buns and fell into a daze.

Too beautiful.

It's really too beautiful.

Qin Congwen rarely uses "beautiful" to describe a steamed bun, but the steamed bun in front of him really fits his aesthetic of steamed buns too much.

White and fat white flour steamed bun, smooth, round, cute, this is simply the dream steamed bun of every person who loves eating white flour steamed buns!

When did his son have this technique?

And still not satisfied with this technique?!

"Dad, you taste it." Qin Huai took out a steamed bun with tongs, broke it open, and handed half to Qin Congwen, "I always feel something is missing. I remember when I was a child, there were also wine-brewed steamed buns sold on the street next to our house, but I don't remember what their taste was. You see where my steamed bun is missing."

Qin Congwen took the steamed bun and took a hard bite against the heat.

Chew, swallow.

My God, so wine-brewed steamed buns taste like this!

The one who sold steamed buns on the street next door whose name he didn't remember was simply wasting heaven's things!

"Huaihuai!" Qin Congwen said sincerely, "You are missing confidence!"

Qin Huai:...

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