Chapter 40: Is this disease contagious?

Qin Huai, who was lacking confidence, was strongly recommending wine-brewed steamed buns to the grandpas.

Today's steamed buns are not for sale, only for giving away, giving to regular customers, a surprise feedback for old customers.

The reason for not selling is mainly because the menu hasn't been made yet, and Qin Huai tentatively set the price at 8 yuan. The buckwheat steamed buns that are messy, do whatever they want, can add anything, and dare to match anything can be sold for 5 yuan each, selling B-level wine-brewed steamed buns for 8 yuan is simply worth more than the price!

Zhao Rong, who participated in the pricing, felt this way.

"Little Master Qin, it's not that I have an opinion, nor is it that I don't like eating steamed buns. I just make a pertinent suggestion, it comes from the sincere expectation of a diner, it is..."

"Alright Wang Laogen, why are you talking nonsense at the window? If you want to take it, take it, if you want to say it, say it, be faster!" Grandpa Cao urged impatiently.

Grandpa Wang could only say slowly: "Can you make more crab shell yellow? Preferably fresh shrimp filling."

As soon as these words came out, a group of grandpas sitting there had opinions.

"Wang Laogen, what's wrong with you? If there is something to eat, eat it, if there is nothing to eat, wait, why are you raising opinions?"

"That is, how many crab shell yellows can you eat?"

"Where is your backbone of not making fake accounts for 40 years as an accountant and not calculating wrong accounts?"

The grandpas and grandmas who ran in the morning were all acquaintances. As soon as Grandpa Wang said this, everyone started personal attacks.

Grandpa Wang, a senior accountant with 40 years of experience, blushed and ran away with the dining tray. The wine-brewed steamed buns on the small plate at the edge almost rolled to the ground.

Qin Huai helplessly took buns for the next grandma.

Qin Huai had heard of a strange rule set by these rich grandpas and grandmas.

The specific content is that since everyone has different tastes, everyone has their own preferences, and the snacks in the Cloud Canteen are not fixed except for five-ding buns and three-ding buns, everyone may not be able to eat the snacks they want.

In order to be fair and prevent people from "krypton gold" to affect the balance of eating, no one is allowed to use various methods including playing emotional cards, getting close, forced recognition, and krypton gold to directly contact Qin Huai to manipulate designated snacks behind the scenes.

Grandma Ding's behavior yesterday already belonged to the edge, and was spurned by everyone. Grandpa Wang's behavior today belongs to absolute violation and is strictly prohibited.

"Little Master Qin, don't listen to Wang Laogen, he became stupid after being an accountant, his wife even suspects he has early-stage Alzheimer's. Old rules, two steamers of five-ding buns, one steamer of three-ding buns, can you give me two more of that steamed bun? My old lady loves eating steamed buns, she can't get up in the morning, I told her many times to come to eat with me in the morning, but she can't get up." Xu Tuqiang didn't forget to ask for two more steamed buns while dissing Grandpa Wang.

As the first customer of the Cloud Canteen, Qin Huai felt that he must give Grandpa Xu this face, and decisively gave him two more steamed buns, making Grandpa Cao's eyes red.

Qin Huai also knew a little about the information of these grandpas.

As for how he knew...

Qin Huai could only say that Ouyang's neighborhood committee hadn't been in vain for the past few years. He might not remember the content of his work, but he definitely remembered the content of gossip.

Take Grandpa Wang, who likes to recall the past and is often suspected of having early-stage Alzheimer's, as an example. Grandpa Wang's real name is Wang Gensheng, nickname Wang Laogen, a local, a genuine college student.

When he was young, he was an accountant in a state-owned factory in Suzhou, a 40-year professional accountant, and the thing he was most proud of was that he had never made a fake account since he started his career, and had never calculated a wrong account. Grandpa Wang mentioned this 19 times when eating breakfast, and Qin Huai could recite the words.

Grandpa Wang, who had been honest all his life and had never made extra money, was just an ordinary grandpa until he retired. His fortune was somewhat similar to Qin Huai's—his house was demolished.

Unlike most rich grandpas who ate breakfast and lived a prosperous life in their old age by working hard when they were young, Grandpa Wang was truly rich overnight. This is also why other grandpas often say he is stingy. In Grandpa Wang's words, he had been calculating all his life, can't he continue to calculate now that he has money?

The calculating Grandpa Wang cursed Grandpa Cao in his heart.

He was just expressing his heartfelt wish from the perspective of a diner, fighting for a name for crab shell yellow, what did he...

Well, he seemed to have really violated the rules.

Grandpa Wang, who had followed the rules all his life, lowered his head and gnawed on the steamed bun with shame. Although Little Master Qin didn't like making crab shell yellow, the craftsmanship of making buns was really nothing to say. This steamed bun, fluffy and chewy, the light wine fragrance is the finishing touch...

Wait, this is a wine-brewed steamed bun?!

Grandpa Wang looked down at the steamed bun and widened his eyes.

As if he couldn't believe it, Grandpa Wang pressed the steamed bun hard, and then waited for the steamed bun to bounce back slowly.

Press again.

Bounce again.

Grandpa Wang:!!!

Grandpa Cao sitting opposite Grandpa Wang:?

Bad, it wouldn't be that the joke was right, Wang Laogen really has Alzheimer's, right?

Sin, sin. Laogen, don't worry, we will definitely try our best to contact the best doctor for you!

Qin Huai at the window also noticed Grandpa Wang's suspected unintelligent movements and asked: "Grandpa Wang, is there any problem with the steamed bun?"

"This steamed bun, this steamed bun! This is a wine-brewed steamed bun!" Grandpa Wang said excitedly.

Grandpa Cao patted his forehead in despair, it's over, it's really Alzheimer's.

"This is exactly the same as the wine-brewed steamed bun I ate in Suzhou when I was young! I really didn't expect that I could still eat this taste after so many years! It's this taste, it can't be wrong, I haven't eaten such a steamed bun for half my life!"

"When I was an accountant in the cotton mill..."

Grandpa Cao, who had already turned over the doctor's contact information in his mind, just wanted to buckle the whole small steamer in front of him on Grandpa Wang's head.

Damn, Wang, you recall the past, recall the past, why change the words, scared me to death.

Qin Huai accurately caught the strange words in the familiar lines.

"Grandpa Wang, have you eaten similar wine-brewed steamed buns before?"

"Eaten, eaten!" Grandpa Wang was still excitedly recalling the past, "Little Master Qin, it's not that I'm pouring cold water on you, the wine-brewed steamed bun that Master Jing made when I was young was much stronger than yours."

Grandpa Cao felt that he still had to contact the doctor.

Qin Huai's eyes lit up, and he came out of the kitchen impatiently: "Grandpa Wang, don't get up, you sit down, can you tell me carefully, where is the wine-brewed steamed bun you ate when you were young stronger than mine?"

Grandpa Cao:...

It's over, Alzheimer's is contagious.

Little Master Qin is actually

Old Man Cao, with a baozi hanging from his mouth, took out his phone and decided to seriously look up the doctor's contact information.

(End of chapter)