Chapter 9: Assistant Xiao Qin (Thanks to the alliance leader reward from Canglang Fengya!)

June 26th, the last day of intensive training.

With such a mass-production artifact as molds, there was very little for Chen Huihui and Chen Huihong to practice. Qin Huai mainly let the mother and daughter practice how to use the molds, trying their best to be proficient in demolding to avoid mistakes. He himself was busy in the kitchen all day, preparing various fillings, which could be considered a clear division of labor.

Chen Huihong, a culinary novice, simply loved the few sets of molds provided by Qin Huai. If Qin Huai hadn't told her that Carpenter Zhang, who made the molds, had retired many years ago and was no longer a carpenter, Chen Huihong would have wanted to find Carpenter Zhang to customize a few sets, practice her hands when she was idle at home, and start the second spring of her career.

"After Financial Freedom, I Became a Kitchen God by Relying on Molds"

In the evening, after filling the refrigerator with various fillings, Qin Huai made his final pre-match speech.

The two small green cactus plants brought by Ouyang on the porch witnessed all this.

"Sister Hong, Huihui, are there any problems with practicing the molds now?"

The mother and daughter nodded in unison, their eyes firm.

"Sister Hong, let's confirm one last time. I won't move my hands tomorrow; everything depends on you alone. You can be slow, but you can't be busy. If you're busy, you'll make mistakes. You must follow the order step by step. Don't put too much filling when putting it in, and don't be in a hurry when demolding; you can take your time. It doesn't matter if the appearance is a bit ugly if there's a mistake; the point is the taste. I kneaded the dough and made the filling. I'll watch the heat for you when the time comes. What you have to do is believe in yourself."

Chen Huihong nodded even more firmly.

"Huihui, what you have to do is help your mother well. It doesn't matter if you can't help well; your task is mainly publicity. Don't be afraid. We are mainly winning by quantity tomorrow. The point is to let all the classmates eat. You are our publicity standard-bearer tomorrow. The burden on you is no less than your mother's. Can you do it?"

"Yes!" Chen Huihui said super loudly.

"Then what is our goal tomorrow?"

"Best Innovation Award!"

"Most Diligent Award!"

Qin Huai:...

Fine, as long as there is an award, an award counts as bringing glory to the daughter, and the task can be completed.

Early the next morning, the freshly baked Assistant Xiao Qin took the dough and filling and sat in Chen Zong's Bentley, heading to the venue of the Parent-Child Culinary Day—the Parent-Child Kitchen.

As an elementary school, the Experimental Primary School couldn't have so many places for parents to cook, and even if temporary cooking tables were set up, hygiene couldn't be guaranteed. To facilitate the activities, the Parent-Child Culinary Day was held in a parent-child kitchen near the school, organized by grade and class. One grade in the morning, one grade in the afternoon, each class in a different parent-child kitchen, lasting for three full days.

During non-activity periods, classes are held as usual, and children are never given an extra day off.

When he arrived at the parent-child kitchen, Qin Huai found that there were quite a few cousins, cousins, and uncles of Chen Huihui's classmates.

Including himself, there were 3 cousins, 1 cousin, and 2 uncles.

Each cousin, cousin, and uncle showed a knowing smile when they saw each other, and then buried their heads in hard labor moving things.

The entries prepared by the parents were also very rich.

Chinese meals, Western pastries, delicious drinks, delicious cold dishes, exquisite sushi, healthy salads—it can be said that all kinds of dishes are available.

Among them, the ideas of the three groups of parents who shook milk tea, mixed salads, and made sushi were the same as Qin Huai's, all winning by quantity. Qin Huai's molds had just been moved to the cooking table when the mother of Wang Yihan, who was tied for second to last with Chen Huihui in the technology innovation day last year, had already sent a cup of freshly shaken pearl milk tea.

"Huihui's uncle, are you guys making pastries?" Wang Yihan's mother looked at the molds Qin Huai brought and was shocked, thinking that even Chen Huihong, the ten-thousand-year bottom king, had worked hard to invite foreign aid, so wouldn't her Yihan be directly second to last without a tie this year.

"Yeah," Qin Huai said with a smile, taking the milk tea. "The materials for snacks are many and heavy, and Sister Hong's waist isn't very good. I'm mainly here to help move things and run errands this time; I won't touch it. Such a difficult thing as pastries, I can't do it."

Wang Yihan's mother cast a suspicious look at Qin Huai, and Qin Huai accepted it calmly, making Wang Yihan's mother suspect whether she was measuring a gentleman's belly with a villain's heart.

Also, Chen Huihui's mother always did it herself every year, and she was always in the bottom three of the class every year. How could such a person invite foreign aid? Besides, Xiao Qin is so young, it's normal not to know how to make pastries. I guess this Xiao Qin is really a cousin.

Wang Yihan's mother realized that it turned out that Chen Huihong had guessed the topic correctly this year. She hurriedly went back to discuss with her husband how to coax her daughter if she really got second to last without a tie this year. Qin Huai drank the milk tea, quietly sizing up the parents in the parent-child kitchen.

The parents present can be divided into three categories: mixed, elite, and krypton gold.

Wang Yihan's mother was a standard mixed type. The pearl milk tea she made had too much syrup and was greasy. Even if she won by quantity, it was estimated that she wouldn't get a good ranking.

The uncle of Tao Bohan at the next cooking table was a standard elite type. He probably cooked a lot at home on weekdays. His knife skills were not only good, but the ingredients were also very rich. Looking at this posture, he intended to come with a full table of chicken, duck, fish, meat, and vegetables, and win the award with a rich table of dishes.

As for the krypton gold type who brought their own cousins, cousins, and uncles, they were actually not to be feared.

The school cracked down on krypton gold this year, and the parents who opened the way with money had to have some face, and the ways of krypton gold were very restrained. Including Qin Huai, the cousins didn't do much, at most helping to cut some vegetables.

For the true elite, even if the ingredients and seasonings are all ready-made, they are not to be feared. After all, these ingredients have to be stir-fried in a pot in the end. You can't bring a pot of high soup without adding any ingredients or just sprinkle some scallions and serve it.

For a true kitchen novice, even if you give him a pot of high soup and a pot of cabbage, he can't make boiled cabbage in water.

Just like Qin Congwen spent a high price to customize the Journey to the West style mold, but didn't know how to use it.

Not to mention that this year's awards are voted by the children themselves, and the children's tastes are ever-changing and difficult to figure out. You serve a pot of Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, and the children say chocolate and spicy strips are better. Such things are not impossible to happen.

Qin Huai scanned the whole field and felt that the advantage was with him.

Chen Huihong felt the same way.

Although she couldn't even knead the dough, she had molds and Xiao Qin.

Starting from scratch, creating a business empire with her younger brother, an absolute strong woman in her career, the number one person in charge of Yunzhong complex, the neighborhood committee's general person in charge, enthusiastic Auntie Chen, expressed: Xiao Qin is really a young man with superb cooking skills and reliability.

Thinking that she could wash away the shame today and bring glory to her daughter, Chen Huihong was instantly full of motivation and started to bury her head in hard work.

So a very shocking scene appeared on the field.

Chairman Chen was rubbing the dough, and Xiao Qin was drinking milk tea.

Chairman Chen was wrapping the filling, and Xiao Qin was eating salad.

Chairman Chen was struggling to press the mold, and Xiao Qin was chewing sushi.

Chairman Chen was demolding, and Xiao Qin was helping Chen Huihui find the parent who mixed the salad to ask for a salad with only mango and lettuce, with extra salad dressing.

Xiao Qin's days were simply happy like a fairy. The other cousins, cousins, and uncles on the field were all stunned, thinking, is this Xiao Qin really a cousin?

Finally, when Chairman Chen put the demolded colorful buns into the steamer drawer, Xiao Qin, who had already eaten fish-flavored shredded pork, passed by with a bowl and reminded: "Sister Hong, put the elephant bun in the bottom drawer; you put it in the wrong place."

"Oh, oh." Chairman Chen hurriedly corrected, continued to bury her head in hard work to make the next batch, and her movements were so skilled that it made people's hearts ache.

"This batch is all bean paste filling, right?" Xiao Qin inspected the work.

"Bean paste and mung bean, the next batch is egg yolk," Chairman Chen reported the work.

Xiao Qin nodded with satisfaction, feeling that Chairman Chen did a good job, and left quietly.

To this, Assistant Xiao Qin expressed: Chairman Chen's work this time was done very well, keep up the good work and create brilliance again.

As for Assistant Xiao Qin, the three-fresh rice noodles at cooking table No. 1 were out of the pot, and he had to go help Chairman Chen investigate the enemy's situation.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 10 =====