Chapter 52: Zheng Da

In the afternoon, Qin Huai practiced locust flower buns and buckwheat buns as usual, and flipped over as usual.

How should one put it about flipping over? You get used to it after flipping over enough.

Looking at Seeing Ouyang happily carrying a bag of C-grade locust flower buns and leaving, Qin Huai even had the thought of comforting himself that C-grade was no big deal, C-grade also had people who loved it, and maybe S-grade locust flower buns weren't as uniquely flavored as this.

After comforting himself, Qin Huai gnawed on a locust flower bun and sobered up.

Not as delicious as B-grade fermented rice buns.

Perhaps C-grade really had a unique flavor, but the tongue wouldn't lie, and the grade wouldn't lie either.

Except for Seeing Ouyang's tongue; this guy really had a unique taste, loving all kinds of strange flavors.

Seeing Ouyang still missed the elm bark-flavored buns to this day, mentioning it to Qin Huai if he hadn't eaten it for more than a week, trying to get Qin Huai to make a meal for him to satisfy his craving.

After the bun selling time in the afternoon ended, Qin Huai didn't leave the kitchen but moved a small stool and sat at the door to start studying high school materials.

Yes, studying high school.

The summer vacation was half over, and Qin Luo's high school still hadn't been settled.

With this unlucky child's high school entrance exam scores, there was no hope for high schools in the city, but Zhao Rong wasn't at ease with high schools in the county.

The teaching level of county high schools was obvious to all, getting worse year by year. When Qin Huai was in high school, the county high school could occasionally get one or two 985s, dozens of first-tier universities, and every year after the college entrance exam, they would promote how much the undergraduate rate reached.

Now, let alone the undergraduate rate, even getting into a 211 would be worth pulling a banner.

With Qin Luo's scores and her degree of love for learning, being thrown into a county high school to study and getting into a decent junior college could be considered diligent study.

Zhao Rong had been worrying about Qin Luo's high school for this period. She couldn't find connections in the city to get her in, and private high schools were either too far, too expensive, or unreliable.

Qin Huai heard that a reliable one seemed to have been found two days ago, and Zhao Rong's mood had improved slightly. As a result, Zhao Rong drank three bowls of Seven-Herb Dampness-Removing Tea and one bowl of Five-Flower Tea yesterday, and Qin Huai could roughly guess that the reliable one had become unreliable again.

Since he couldn't solve the troubles he faced, he might as well help his dear mother solve the troubles brought by his sister.

Qin Huai began to study seriously.

Qin Huai began to gradually become confused.

Qin Huai began to doubt whether he had ever studied.

Qin Huai found that it was really hard for children nowadays to go to school.

Qin Huai began to be glad that he was born a few years earlier.

Qin Huai concluded that there was a specialty in the arts, and professional matters should be left to professional people. He should still study how to overcome the difficulty of locust flower buns.

Qin Huai put the printed materials of various high schools on the file bag on the shelf and went home to rest.

He drank too much hand-shaken lemon tea in the afternoon and was full, so he didn't eat dinner and went straight home to eat snacks and play on his phone.

At 5 o'clock in the afternoon, the two chefs of Cloud Cafeteria stepped into the back kitchen punctually to start work. One of the careful chefs found the materials on the file bag when going to the shelf to get spices, thinking they were forgotten, and thoughtfully stuffed them in.

At 6 o'clock in the evening, Seeing Ouyang, who had been looking for the file bag all afternoon, finally saw the file bag on the shelf in the back kitchen of Cloud Cafeteria, excitedly took the file bag, and handed it to Chen Huihong.

Chen Huihong, who opened the file bag and found a stack of enrollment brochures for private high schools in Guangdong inside:?

Are Xiao Ou and Xiao Qin tactfully asking her to help pick a school for Qin Luo?

Young people nowadays are thin-skinned; why not just open their mouths for such things instead of playing so many tricks to hint.

Chen Huihong indicated she understood, and then contacted her younger brother, asking him to study which private high school had a good reputation.

The next morning, Qin Huai, who had no idea that the enrollment brochures he printed yesterday had disappeared, went to work as usual.

Today's dim sum was Eight-Treasure Cake, Hibiscus Cake, Mung Bean Cake, and Red Bean Cake, none of which were loved by the grandpas who jogged in the morning.

The lost Grandpa Cao and the sorrowful Xu Tuqiang sat at Table 9 eating buns, and the remaining two seats were empty, which could be seen at a glance were left for Grandpa Wang and Chen Juan.

"What's going on with Wang Laogen? Not active in eating, problematic thinking. Not jogging is fine, but even eating is late. It's a waste to leave such a good seat at Table 9 for him; don't leave it for him next time, give it to Old Luo." Xu Tuqiang said angrily. "Assistant Xiao Qin doesn't open a small stove for him, so he's late, acting like a big shot." Grandpa Cao felt Xu Tuqiang was still a bit biased. It was hateful that Wang Genqiang could eat the small stove specially opened by Assistant Xiao Qin, but it didn't deserve this.

Besides, was Old Luo not hateful? He was called Luo Junhui. Setting aside the fact that the herbal tea he sent was very difficult to drink, he took two free herbal teas alone and posted twice on Moments to show off—wasn't that hateful?

Just as they were talking, Grandpa Wang and Chen Juan arrived.

"Wang Laogen, why are you late again?" Xu Tuqiang said loudly, adding emphasis to the word "late."

Grandpa Wang's mind was not on Xu Tuqiang at all, and he headed straight for the window, opening his mouth excitedly: "Assistant Xiao Qin, let me tell you a good news!"

Qin Huai, who was checking how the fermented rice bun dough was fermenting, raised his head slightly.

"Didn't you tell me last time that you wanted to find an old master to ask for advice? I helped you find one!" Grandpa Wang raised his head proudly to claim credit. "Master Jing's apprentice, Master Zheng Da."

Hearing Grandpa Wang say this, Qin Huai walked quickly towards the window.

This was indeed good news. Qin Huai had relied on self-study to make dim sum for so many years. Not only did he not have a master, but he didn't even know any old masters.

Before, this mode had been quite good, and Qin Huai didn't feel there was any problem. Now that he suddenly encountered a bottleneck and couldn't find anyone to ask for advice, Qin Huai began to feel a bit distressed.

He didn't expect Grandpa Wang to be so reliable, helping him find Master Jing's apprentice since Master Jing had passed away.

"Is Master Zheng willing?" Qin Huai asked.

"Xiao Zheng is very good and enthusiastic. I got Xiao Zheng's WeChat from an old colleague last night, added him as a friend this morning, and have been chatting with Xiao Zheng all the way here. Xiao Zheng said that although he hasn't made much dim sum these past few years, his craftsmanship hasn't been lost. If you have any questions, just ask him directly."

"Assistant Xiao Qin, let's add each other as WeChat friends first, and I'll push Xiao Zheng's WeChat to you." Grandpa Wang took out his phone.

Qin Huai went to wash his hands and took his phone to add a friend.

Under the envious eyes of everyone, Grandpa Wang received Qin Huai's WeChat and sat at Table 9 with his buns.

Grandpa Cao, whose teeth were about to break:......

He now felt that what Xu Tuqiang said was also correct; Wang Laogen really deserved this.

Qin Huai added Zheng Da's WeChat, and the WeChat name was "Da Ze Jian Ji Tian Xia" (Greatness Benefits the World).

Zheng Da passed it instantly.

Qin Huai: Hello Master Zheng, I am Xiao Qin recommended by Grandpa Wang Genqiang. I have a tricky problem regarding bun fermentation that I would like to ask you about. Do you have time now?

Da Ze Jian Ji Tian Xia: Hello Xiao Qin, I have time, don't be restrained, just ask.

Qin Huai: It's like this. Our family has a lost technique of using locust honey to ferment dough. I have tried several times during this period, but the fermented finished products are very unsatisfactory. Do you have any research on honey fermentation?

Zheng Da hesitated for a long time on the other side, taking almost five or six minutes before sending a message.

Da Ze Jian Ji Tian Xia: Your family has a technique of using locust honey to ferment dough?

Qin Huai: Yes.

【Da Ze Jian Ji Tian Xia sent you a video call invitation】

Connected.

On the other end of the phone was a middle-aged man who was slightly plump.

"Are you sure the family technique you have is feasible?" Zheng Da frowned slightly.

Qin Huai nodded: "Sure, it's just that it has been lost for many years. I know the general process, but I haven't been able to penetrate the technique, so I asked Grandpa Wang to help me find an experienced old master to ask for advice."

Zheng Da muttered: "What the master said was actually true; there really is a technique for fermenting with honey."

Zheng Da thought for a while and said: "When are you free?"

"Afternoon."

"Then let's have another video call in the afternoon. Adjust your phone to a good position; I want to see the whole process of your dough fermentation. You don't mind, right?"

"Of course I don't mind."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 53 =====