Chapter 28 Childhood Shadow


    In the next few days, Chen Huihui was working diligently as a tasting staff.


    The price is that the child’s face is almost as beautiful as the wheat buns when he eats buckwheat steamed buns. It was a little better during the final exam. I came to try it after school. After the exam, I was in trouble and I had lunch before I could finish it.


    Fortunately, my child really likes to eat steamed buns.


    "It''s delicious." Chen Huihui nodded in affirmation.


    After these days of tasting, Qinhuai has been able to accurately control the size and quantity of steamed buns. Keep the daily dose of tasting to a reasonable range where you can eat a piece of dessert after you are 70% full, so as to prevent Chen Huihui from being stubborn to try it out. Eating too much will hurt her stomach.


    "Which one is better than No. 52?" Qin Huai asked.


    Chen Huihui thought about it carefully: "This."


    "This... smells good."


    Due to the third grade of elementary school education, Chen Huihui lacks adjectives for food, and basically all of them are simple and clear words such as delicious, fragrant, sweet, hard, soft, and difficult to chew.


    Qinhuai would not expect Chen Huihui to say: the cold marinade and hair cooker cracks, the fresh hemp oil has a cold fragrance.


    After all, "Song of Two Misters" is not included in the textbook, so it is not necessary to memorize the poem.


    "Then let''s eat one..."


    …


    Another day''s tasting of buckwheat steamed buns ended. Chen Huihui happily took the best unfinished steamed bun from Qin Luo with the osmanthus cold cake she stamped today. She slapped a large bag of sagema on her elbow and ran to the neighborhood committee.


    Qin Huai found an empty table and sat down. He began to analyze the results of today''s tasting in his small notebook. Huang Xi and An Youyou quickly began to pack up the tableware on the tasting table.


    Qin Luo was gnawing the No. 52 steamed bun, and slap the steamed bun and the scattered horse. He vaguely told Qin Congwen and Zhao Rong who had just woken up and came to see how they were tasting today.


    In summary, today''s progress is: 0.


    After all, the task was not completed.


    Although Chen Huihui said that this one tastes delicious and that one tastes delicious, she was very honest in her heart. These steamed buns were not her dream steamed buns.


    Of course, it is impossible for Qin Huai to directly say that the reason why the buckwheat steamed buns were not successful was that the side mission was not completed, so he could only explain vaguely that it was almost done.


    As for what is the specific difference?


    Don’t ask, asking is the pursuit of steamed buns by a breakfast shop chef.


    In response to this, Qin Luo, Qin Congwen and Zhao Rong expressed their discomfort and ate a bite of steamed bun.


    "There is no problem with this steamed bun." When people are middle-aged, they love health preservation. When cooking white rice, they usually need to cook buckwheat, oats, millet, purple rice, coix seed, and sweet potatoes, and cook them into a pot of mixed grain rice. Zhao Rong, who has received good acceptance of buckwheat steamed buns. After gnawing two small steamed buns that are missing, he still feels unsatisfied. He asked Qin Luo to go to the kitchen to touch a darker color.


    "It''s chewy, chewy, and fluffy. It''s not bitter with soba noodles. It''s much better than the buckwheat steamed buns made by your dad."


    Qin Luo''s steamed buns were a little choked when he ate too much, so he took the opportunity to secretly drink coconut milk and asked, "Dad has made buckwheat steamed buns? Why haven''t I eaten them?"


    "You were not born yet at that time." Zhao Rong began to recall the past, "In two years, the economy was not good, and I couldn''t make much money. The steamed buns made of buckwheat steamed buns and corn flour were sold cheaper than white flour steamed buns. It was easy to sell, so your father followed the trend and sold buckwheat steamed buns."


    "As a result, the buckwheat steamed buns you made were not well controlled every time you knead the dough. He also stinged and refused to add sugar when making steamed buns. The steamed buns made were hard, hard and bitter, and they couldn''t even be sold."


    Qin Congwen lowered his head and didn''t dare to say anything.


    Zhao Rong became more and more angry as she spoke: "There is also what, he couldn''t sell the steamed buns and he couldn''t bear to throw them away. He asked someone to take them to the countryside to feed your grandparents the chickens at home. How large is the steamed buns in our house? Can your grandparents eat those chickens in a year? In the end, we will eat them! Your grandparents, aunts and uncles, and me, eat that ghost steamed bun every day, making people hungry and lose weight."


    "I told your father not to make the broken buckwheat noodles steamed buns. He didn''t have that skill, and he still didn''t believe in that evil. After selling it for more than two months, we almost closed our breakfast shop."


    "Director Qin is also pitiful. Our family and chickens couldn''t finish the steamed buns and we packed them to the opposite welfare home. At that time, it was not better than the current living conditions. Ordinary families could eat meat once or twice a week, even if the conditions were OK, the children in the welfare home could eat enough."


    "It turns out that the children in the welfare home can drink some mixed grain porridge. Your father gave it to you, and you ate buckwheat steamed buns every day, making your brother chewy, and his face turned yellow." Zhao Rong said, suddenly stopped and looked at Qin Congwen with sharp eyes.


    "Can it be... your broken buckwheat steamed bun gives Huaihuai a psychological shadow, right?"


    Qin Congwen:? ? ?


    It’s unfair! He just had a little poor skill. At that time, he had no money to search a little, and used the raw materials a little inferior, and was reluctant to add less sugar. The steamed buns he made were hard and terrible, so he would not give them to his children...


    Qin Congwen opened his mouth and did not dare to say it.


    Oh no, won’t you really give your child a psychological impact, right?


    Qin Congwen began to seriously recall the three meals a day in the welfare home in his memory.


    Breakfast, mixed grain porridge with sweet potatoes.


    Lunch, two seasonal vegetables with white rice.


    Dinner, vegetables and mixed grain porridge, and occasionally stir-fry meat and make meat.


    It’s bad. My son could have eaten white rice, but after giving it to me, I’ll have a meal of soba noodles.


    Qin Congwen lowered his head guiltily again.


    Qin Luo, who was so excited about the gossip, didn''t think about it at all and asked, "What about it? Have you practiced your dad''s skills?"


    "It''s a big deal to practice! The batch of cheap flour and buckwheat flour that your father bought later did not make steamed buns after using it. Didn''t you realize that our family hasn''t sold steamed buns much in recent years? If you want me to say that he didn''t want to sell steamed buns, he just bought a batch of cheap flour for cheap. He found that steamed white flour steamed buns were not delicious. He was afraid that the customers would see it, so he bought another batch of buckwheat flour mixed with buckwheat steamed buns, trying to make up the numbers, mix fish with pearls, and get through the test."


    Zhao Rong said three idioms in a row to summarize, and it can be seen that the buckwheat steamed buns that had been in the past two months did give her a psychological shadow.


    Qin Huai didn''t hear Zhao Rong''s criticism at all. If he heard it, he would only say "Mom, you''re thinking too much."


    Although the buckwheat steamed buns were not delicious, they were full of large amounts. The welfare home has limited funds, and many children are disabled. Dean Qin searches and teases the east wall every day to repair the west wall. He cries here and there to fight the autumn wind. Half of his eldest son eats poor. The children in the welfare home can eat enough is victory.


    Qin Congwen''s buckwheat steamed buns were not sold and sent to the welfare home. The children ate steamed buns every day until they were full and burped, and they were as happy as gods.


    There were even unlucky children who expressed their hope that Uncle Qin''s steamed buns would never be sold, so the demons whispered every day when they were eaten. Dean Qin found out that it was easy to beat him.


    Qin Huai is analyzing Chen Huihui''s taste.


    After several days of tasting, Chen Huihui''s hobby direction has been very clear.


    There is sugar, the content of buckwheat is between 30% and 50%. In general, the better the overall quality of steamed buns, the higher the evaluation of Chen Huihui.


    She didn''t just like to eat coarse grains. Once, when Qinhuai was kneading, the water volume was not controlled well and put a little less, which made the steamed buns look a little dry, and Chen Huihui''s evaluation took a sharp turn.


    It can be seen that Chen Huihui''s mouth is quite squeaky when there is room for selection.


    Because Chen Huihong said that Chen Huihui went home during the New Year and was holding a steamed bun from morning to night...


    Maybe it''s because this child is more filial.


    Qinhuai circled the content of buckwheat flour at 39%.


    His intuition told him that he had actually tried the content ratio of buckwheat flour to flour that Chen Huihui prefers.


    But his buckwheat steamed buns are still a bit short of things, which caused Chen Huihui to nod and praise her, but the task was not completed for a long time.


    But what''s the difference?


    Buckwheat steamed buns are steamed buns, and they cannot be turned into flowers, so it is impossible to add additional ingredients.


    "Huaihuai is thirsty, drink some water." Qin Congwen thoughtfully brought a cup of warm boiled water and asked tentatively, "Did you encounter any problems with making steamed buns? Do you want dad to come and think about it for you?"


    Qin Congwen said this, and Qin Huai was not polite, so he put down his pen and asked: "Dad, now my steamed buns are controlled at 39~43% of buckwheat flour, and they are metered in boiling water and dough, but the steamed buns are still not satisfactory. Do you think there is any place to change?"


    Qin Congwen:?


    What''s the thing? Do you need to think about so much about making a steamed bun?


    Qin Congwen scratched his head: "…Hmm..."


    "Don''t make steamed buns, do something else?"


    Qinhuai:?


    (This chapter ends)