Chapter 43

【Rice Wine Diced Diced Baozi b+ grade】

Qin Huai looked at the display of the rice wine steamed bun in front of him, simply unable to believe his eyes.

If you want to ask what his mood was at this time...

That would probably be: Woohoo! Patrick Star cheers~

Happy, very happy, the happiness of not having to get up early to sell baozi and still making money.

So happy that Qin Huai, standing by the steamer, couldn't help but want to reminisce about the wonderful moment of making the steamed buns just now, wishing he could ask a painter to paint it and hang it in the kitchen to frame it; it was simply an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.

This feeling of having divine help was simply too great, no wonder the super-level performance directly reached a b+ grade.

Yes, Qin Huai could conclude that he had performed at a super level this time.

Regarding his own level, Qin Huai had always had a very clear understanding. Just like when he saw the video tutorial for Sophora flower steamed buns, he knew he definitely couldn't make this steamed bun, but when watching the video tutorial for rice wine steamed buns, he thought his and Qin Wan's culinary skills were 50/50, and there was no big problem with making rice wine steamed buns.

Qin Huai had already learned yesterday how strict this game system was regarding the rating of dishes.

A little bit off wouldn't work; the gap between b- grade and b grade was like a chasm, and naturally, there was also a deep gap between b grade and b+ grade.

Sure enough, cooking is the same as painting; both require inspiration.

When inspiration comes, it's really unstoppable, hahahahaha.

Finally finished the rice wine steamed buns, and even performed super-normally, Qin Huai decided to reward himself by slacking off for two hours.

The customers eating at noon should eat fewer snacks.

Your Assistant Xiao Qin is going to slack off!

"Dad, help me bake the remaining batches of crab shell yellow and crispy cakes. You know the time, I'm going to rest first." Qin Huai issued a declaration of slacking off.

Qin Congwen, who suddenly had a lot more work, was almost moved to tears of joy. That's great, his son was finally normal, his son finally started to strike and slack off again!

"Alright!" Qin Congwen responded happily and loudly.

Outside the window, it was already a different scene.

From the moment art student Xiao Zhang shouted "Give me a steamed bun," the customers buying baozi seemed to have opened Pandora's box. No one cared what kind of steamed bun it was, no one cared if the menu board for the steamed buns was hung up, and no one asked for the price.

Everyone was responding one after another: "Give me 1/2/3 steamed buns!"

The waiters packing baozi at each window were still hoping for Huang Xi to hang up the menu board quickly, but the customers who made the sound of craving steamed buns had already started scolding the boss.

"Hurry up, beauty, in a rush, give me a steamed bun."

"Yes, yes, yes, I'm in a rush too, I'm almost late. Our boss is simply not a human being, he adjusted the punch-in machine 5 minutes fast, I have to be there by 8:55."

"Damn, your boss is really not a human being, ours only adjusted it fast by two minutes."

"What, it can actually be adjusted fast?! No wonder I'm always late, damn it, simply not human."

Waiters:...

What should they say?

Our boss is quite good, doesn't allow us to arrive early, our shop relies entirely on the boss to support it.

An Youyou, who was replenishing plastic bags, took the opportunity to shout at the kitchen: "Boss... Assistant Xiao Qin, can today's steamed buns be sold?"

Qin Huai, who had finished washing his hands and was ready for a hearty slacking off, said happily: "Sell, they can all be sold."

"Isn't the menu board already set? Let Sister Xi hang it up."

An Youyou, relying on her loud voice, took a deep breath and shouted: "New product rice wine steamed buns, special price 5 yuan each, limited quantity, buy as soon as possible, do not fight, line up to buy in order!"

The sound was so loud that even pedestrians passing by outside the canteen could hear it.

Commuters rushing to the company clutching rice balls: Today's breakfast shops are really interesting, buying some steamed bun and still "buy as soon as possible, do not fight," could it be that someone will fight over a steamed bun?

The commuter turned his head and glanced inside the Yunzhong Canteen: o(°△°|||)︴

Damn, they are really about to fight.

The commuter looked at the rice ball, looked at the canteen, looked at the crowded crowd, gritted his teeth, and resolutely turned and walked in.

Art student Xiao Zhang, who was the first to shout that he wanted to buy a steamed bun, struggled out of the crowd, left the canteen, and left triumphantly with the steamed bun. Xiao Zhang, who walked out of the canteen, let out a long sigh, looked at the steamed bun he bought for 5 yuan with a huge investment, and felt that it looked about the same as yesterday's steamed bun, but for some reason, the feeling it gave was more delicious than yesterday's.

Xiao Zhang opened his big mouth, which only took three minutes to eat a boxed lunch, and took a bite.

!!!

This taste, this wine fragrance, this feeling, this chewiness, this feeling of the steamed bun being chewed between the teeth!

Mom, I'm sorry, my view on money has been impacted, I think a steamed bun for 5 yuan is really too cheap!

Xiao Zhang chewed happily, feeling that his work time could still be saved, and resolutely turned around again, squeezed into the crowd and shouted: "Beauty, give me two more steamed buns!"

On the other side of the canteen, Qin Huai, who had already entered the slacking-off mode, leisurely gnawed on a steamed bun and wandered to the door.

As the maker of the rice wine steamed buns, even Qin Huai had to sigh that today's steamed buns were indeed very delicious.

The family secret of Qin's Pastry Shop really had something to it; a tiny bit of small change could raise the overall taste and texture of the steamed bun by a huge grade. Qin Yanhang actually didn't learn such delicious steamed buns; he really should apologize to the ancestors of the Qin family.

Qin Huai pushed the door and walked out, finding Chen Juan waiting for him at the door.

Qin Huai had been concentrating on making steamed buns all morning and didn't notice that Chen Juan had come too. In his impression, Chen Juan basically didn't come in the morning, usually appearing when snatching buckwheat steamed buns in the afternoon. Now that she was guarding the door, she must have something to find him for.

"Grandma Chen, is something the matter?" Qin Huai asked.

"My old Wang has something he wants to say to you." Chen Juan said with a smile. Turning her head, she found that Old Man Wang had actually gone to snatch rice wine steamed buns, her face changed drastically, and she raised her voice, "Wang Gensheng!"

"Coming, coming!" Old Man Wang ran over with the rice wine steamed buns he had just gotten, and with a smile, stuffed one to Chen Juan, "I just feel that this steamed bun is more fragrant than yesterday's, a bit like the feeling of Master Jing's steamed buns coming out of the steamer back then, I couldn't help myself for a moment..."

"Cough, cough." Chen Juan coughed heavily twice.

Old Man Wang hurriedly stopped talking and looked at Qin Huai with a hint of apology: "Xiao Qin, don't take those words I said yesterday to heart. Your steamed buns are really especially delicious, really, Grandpa isn't lying to you!"

"The master of the steamed bun in Gusu I mentioned is... oh well, it's not important, your steamed buns are really especially good. Your grandpa hasn't been very good at speaking for so many years. Look at Old Cao, Old Xu, and the others, they always scold me. If you are unhappy, you can scold me too, just don't let my words affect you."

Qin Huai probably knew what Old Man Wang meant and smiled to soothe him: "Grandpa Wang, I didn't take what you said to heart."

"No, I mean your words won't have a bad effect on me. Actually, I should thank you. If it weren't for the suggestions you gave me yesterday, I wouldn't have had such a good change today."

"I remember you love the fresh shrimp filling crab shell yellow, right? I didn't notice when you came today, but it seems you didn't eat the hottest one right out of the steamer. I'll make another batch tomorrow, still coming out of the steamer at 6:00 sharp, remember to come on time."

Old Man Wang was ecstatic: "Really?! That's great!"

Qin Huai nodded with a smile: "You eat first, I have something to do, I'll go back first."

Went back and lay on the sofa playing with his phone, happy as a fairy.

Old Man Wang watched Qin Huai leave with emotion, muttering in his mouth: "What a good child!"

After finishing, he subconsciously took a bite of the steamed bun.

"Eh." Old Man Wang was stunned.

"Eh what eh, I told you to talk to Assistant Xiao Qin properly, what kind of ghost things did you say? Wang Gensheng, oh Wang Gensheng, you ruined your whole life on this clumsy mouth of yours!" Chen Juan said, feeling that iron couldn't be turned into steel.

Old Man Wang pointed to the steamed bun: "Juan'er, you hurry up and taste this steamed bun, today this steamed bun really has a bit of Master Jing's feeling."

Chen Juan subconsciously said: "How is this possible, how can Assistant Xiao Qin compare to Master Jing?"

After saying that, Chen Juan took a bite of the steamed bun and was also stunned.

The couple looked at each other, their eyes filled with confusion.

"Juan'er, which one do you think is stronger?" Old Man Wang asked tentatively.

Chen Juan pondered for a long time.

"Master Jing." Chen Juan said, "But Assistant Xiao Qin's is not bad either, much stronger than that apprentice of Master Jing who made steamed buns, the one called Xiao... Xiao Zheng."

"Back then, after Master Jing's leg illness recurred, he stopped working, and Xiao Zheng took over. The steamed buns he made were simply smashing Master Jing's signboard." Chen Juan said indignantly, "It made me so angry that I didn't buy steamed buns for several months. If it weren't for the fact that the steamed buns in other shops were too bad, I wouldn't have bought the ones Xiao Zheng made."

"Exactly!" Old Man Wang echoed in a low voice.

(End of chapter)