Chapter 49: Why Are Side Quests So Hard to Do These Days?

For the next few days, Qin Huai began a regular life of working normally in the morning and practicing locust flower buns and randomly dropping various flavors of buckwheat buns in the afternoon.

As for why locust flower buns had to be practiced together with buckwheat buns.

Qin Huai said that he would feel uncomfortable seeing C-grade locust flower buns, so he had to make some buns of a similar type that tasted better than locust flower buns to achieve psychological balance.

By the way, herbal tea was also given away daily.

Herbal tea was the responsibility of Qin Luo and Zhao Rong, taking turns; whoever had time boiled it. Qin Huai was only responsible for tangerine peel tea. Zhao Rong felt that the reason for the poor reviews of the first day's herbal tea was that Five-Flower Tea didn't taste good, so she strongly requested to change it to Xia Sang Ju tea, but the poor reviews remained.

Qin Luo felt that the reason for the poor reviews of the herbal tea was that those herbal teas were boiled by her mom, who didn't like to put sugar in them. Who would drink herbal tea without any rock sugar!

So at Qin Luo's strong request, the herbal tea she was responsible for was always full of rock sugar, and the poor reviews she received were 50-50 with Zhao Rong's.

Having witnessed all this, Qin Congwen, who had drunk herbal tea since he was a child and whose son and daughter always dumped the herbal tea they didn't want to drink into his stomach, said:

Stop arguing. Herbal tea didn't taste good to begin with. The herbal tea boiled by the two of you makes the already bad taste worse.

In general, the only herbal tea given away every day that was barely drinkable was the tangerine peel tea boiled by Qin Huai, perhaps because tangerine peel tea itself didn't taste too bad and wouldn't be too much of a minefield.

The onlookers thought so, but the parties involved didn't believe it. Zhao Rong and Qin Luo both felt that the herbal tea they boiled tasted better than the other's and insisted on competing.

Under this inexplicable competition between mother and daughter, the sales of hand-shaken lemon tea climbed steadily. Every day at noon, Qin Luo would pound lemons, changed her WeChat avatar to the hand-shaken lemon tea she made, and even attracted the concern of Grandma Qin, who shared various health tips in the family group with high intensity every day.

Grandma Qin thought her granddaughter wanted to drink milk tea but her son and daughter-in-law wouldn't buy it for her, so she specially sent Qin Luo a 30-yuan red envelope, telling her to drink the largest cup.

Qin Luo was fighting with tea, but Qin Huai's buns weren't progressing very smoothly.

Saying it wasn't smooth wasn't accurate; accurately speaking, it was no progress at all.

The fact that locust flower buns couldn't be made was entirely a technical problem. Qin Huai could see the technical level through the system. If the proficiency wasn't enough, the technique couldn't be improved. If the technique couldn't be improved, he couldn't reach the threshold for making locust flower buns. And brushing the proficiency in the pastry aspect required a long time, and there was no obvious improvement in a short time.

In summary, it was four words: practice more if you're bad.

Qin Huai didn't have much feeling about locust flower buns always being C-grade or C-minus grade; he had always had a very clear understanding of himself.

For example, he was gifted in pastry.

For example, he was mediocre in his studies.

For example, he was on par with Qin Congwen in stir-frying.

For example, he would never do business like Ouyang, losing 6.6 million net in a year.

For Qin Huai, knowing that something that definitely couldn't be completed couldn't be completed was expected; completing it was a pleasant surprise.

For expected things, he certainly wouldn't feel frustrated or distressed.

What distressed Qin Huai was that he still hadn't figured out what the operation of honey fermentation was.

He felt that he was now a Qi-refining stage cultivator holding a Golden Core stage cultivation method, studying it. He knew the method was a good method, and the official also certified it as a good method, but he couldn't see why it was good.

If he couldn't learn it, forget it, but not even seeing why it was good—wasn't this a bit too much?

Qin Huai, in the Qi-refining stage, wanted to find a senior from the same sect to communicate with.

After studying the method for a week without results, Qin Huai stopped Grandpa Wang, who was sad about not having fresh shrimp crab shell yellow, on an ordinary morning.

"Grandpa Wang." Qin Huai felt that he was now a bit sick and seeking medical advice everywhere. "I remember you said before that when you were young, you worked in Suzhou, and there was a Master Jing in a state-run hotel whose bun-making craftsmanship was particularly good."

"That's right." Grandpa Wang was excited when he heard Qin Huai mention Master Jing, feeling like he had returned to those passionate years. "Master Jing not only had good bun-making craftsmanship but also made delicious dim sum, and his stir-frying was even more unique."

"But Master Jing's dishes were a bit expensive, and I couldn't afford them. I heard it from our factory leaders."

"You said last time you would ask your old colleague to help me contact Master Jing. I encountered a very tricky problem when making buns recently and really want to ask Master Jing, an old master with many years of pastry experience. I don't know if you have the contact information......" Qin Huai showed a distressed expression, looking at Grandpa Wang with eyes seeking help. Grandpa Wang:......

Grandpa Wang lowered his head guiltily, subconsciously scratching his nose. His expression was very conflicted. After thinking for a while, he said directly: "Xiao Qin, I'm sorry."

"It's like this. Because I left Suzhou for a job transfer many years ago, I don't actually know the situation there very well."

"But I didn't lie to you. I really contacted my old colleague, but he told me that Master Jing passed away decades ago."

"I remember when I transferred jobs, Master Jing retired because his leg injury recurred. They said he passed away not two years after retiring. Because the person was no longer there, I didn't tell you."

Qin Huai was stunned, only feeling a bit regretful, and didn't say much: "That's really a pity."

"Yeah." Grandpa Wang sighed and sat back at Table 9 with his tray.

Eating the Five-Treasure Diced Baozi, Grandpa Wang suddenly remembered that the apprentice Master Jing had who specialized in pastry, Xiao Zheng, was now successful, had gone into business, made a lot of money, and even opened a factory to produce egg yolk pastries.

He had bought that brand of egg yolk pastry during the New Year before. It was quite expensive, and the taste was okay.

At the time, he just listened to it as an anecdote, but now Assistant Xiao Qin was in urgent need of help. Although Xiao Zheng's craftsmanship was poor and the buns he made were outrageous, the person seemed quite enthusiastic.

Grandpa Wang looked up at Qin Huai, who was frowning in the kitchen and seemed very distressed, wanted to tell him about this, but thought better of it and held it back.

Forget it, last time it was because he didn't understand the situation and spoke too quickly. This time he had to let his colleague contact Xiao Zheng first, get Xiao Zheng's WeChat, and then give Assistant Xiao Qin a surprise.

Grandpa Wang nodded affirmatively.

Xu Tuqiang, opposite Grandpa Wang, looked at Grandpa Wang, who was eating a bun with 800 small movements, and for some reason felt that this guy would soon be able to eat fresh shrimp crab shell yellow for two more days.

Damn, why is Wang Laogen's life so good?

Xu Tuqiang stuffed buns angrily, looking at the event poster stuck on the wall.

【Customers with "Jun" in their name, look here, free hand-shaken lemon tea, come and get it quickly!】

Xu Tuqiang indicated that although he didn't care about the money for this cup of hand-shaken lemon tea, he was very depressed that he couldn't participate in the event.

Forget about the previous event where those surnamed Luo got herbal tea; that herbal tea didn't taste good anyway. Now he couldn't even get the lemon tea event.

What's so great about having "Jun" in your name? Having "Qiang" in your name is truly strong, okay!

Xu Tuqiang snorted coldly and continued to eat buns.

In the kitchen, the frowning Qin Huai was looking at the list of people who had received hand-shaken lemon tea.

No, what's going on with this Luo Jun?

Is this name so niche?

Forget about not coming to get herbal tea, he didn't even get the hand-shaken lemon tea. The side quest had been issued for so long; let alone seeing the quest object, Qin Huai didn't even know if this Luo Jun was a man or a woman.

Qin Huai put away his phone.

Could it be that he really had to post a missing person notice?

Why are side quests so hard to do these days?

Can't sleep, writing a chapter. Readers who stay up late are in for a treat; get a sneak peek at Saturday's chapter!

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