Chapter 29 Gray Side


    In the evening, when Qinhuai and his family of four gathered at a small table by the window on the first floor to eat stir-fry dishes and buckwheat steamed buns, Zhao Rong couldn''t help it and scolded Qin Congwen in the afternoon.


    This time Qinhuai listened to it all, and also listened to a jealous version.


    As Qin Congwen''s eldest son, Qin Huai felt that he needed to prove Qin Congwen''s craftsmanship: "Mom, although my father''s craftsmanship is average, it is not as bad as the steamed buns that were made. The steamed buns were not delicious back then, maybe because..."


    "The batch of flour that dad bought was too inferior."


    Hearing Qin Huai speak for him, Qin Congwen was so moved that tears were about to shed. After so many years, someone finally spoke for him.


    Qin Congwen nodded repeatedly and agreed wildly: "Yes, yes, that flour-selling pockmark should be taken in and locked up for 10 years and 8 years. He said that his family was sick and urgently needed money. A large amount of flour was sold to me at a cheap price. All the best white flour would definitely not have any quality problems. I felt soft-hearted and agreed."


    "The result is that it is not the best white noodles. That pure gray noodles are more authentic than the gray noodles I ate when I was a child. This is so dark. He would never sell that thing to me if he sifted flour."


    Zhao Rong said angrily: "You are so embarrassed to say that you don''t check the goods when you buy something. The top layer is white flour and the bottom is gray flour. At that time, at least you have opened a store and done business for so many years. Such little tricks can deceive you."


    "It''s okay if you were cheated and admitted it. You must be reluctant to let go of that batch of noodles and steam the **** buckwheat steamed buns. You ate all the neighbors away, and the store was almost closed by you!"


    "Mom, what is gray face?" Qin Luo asked curiously, "Brother, do you know?"


    Qin Huai shook his head.


    "It''s just the flour that is grinded very roughly and has been ground into wheat bran. It''s what your dad and I ate when we were young." Zhao Rong said.


    Seeing that Zhao Rong did not explain carefully enough, Qin Congwen continued: "The flour you eat now is all fine noodles. We were not in good condition at that time. As long as we could eat, we ground them into noodles together. At that time, corn flour was ground together with the corn cob."


    "Which wheat bran is ground together, the flour that is grey in color, so it is called gray noodles. A little rougher, the flour mixed with soba noodles is black noodles. The steamed buns made of that thing are much rougher than the current buckwheat steamed buns. That is really rough. The thin throat must be mixed with water to swallow it."


    "The gray noodles your mother said were all fine grains. At that time, the gray noodles sold were mixed with buckwheat flour, and the color was grayer than the flour that was ground into a serious grinding."


    "Do you still remember Grandma Zhang, who is diagonally opposite your grandfather''s house? You have to call Grandma Qi by seniority. She married from Jinsheng. The noodles are made of, so delicious."


    "Every New Year, she would make noodles with gray noodles and make eggs. His son would sit at his doorstep with noodles. I don''t know how many children were crying in greed."


    Qin Luo stared at his own father and asked, "Dad, are you greedy?"


    Qin Congwen said he didn''t remember whether he was greedy or not. He wanted to hit the child now.


    Faced with his own father''s ignorance, Qin Luo had already become accustomed to it, and turned his head to ask Qin Huai: "Brother, I think Dad just said that gray noodles are delicious. Can you make gray noodles for me tomorrow?"


    Qinhuai:?


    Zhao Rong knocked Qin Luo''s back with the head of the chopsticks: "Don''t listen to your father''s nonsense. We didn''t have to eat at that time. I thought it was delicious if you eat something with white noodles. Besides, where can I buy you gray noodles now, and ask your father to find the liar back then and sell him another batch?"


    Qin Congwen said that if you scold your daughter, just scold her daughter, and don’t stomp on her own father anymore.


    Qin Congwen stubbornly retorted: "That''s not necessarily the case. Some gray noodles are also delicious. Going forward, our parents couldn''t afford to eat white flour when they were young. Does my father often say that? How did the landlord in our village go bankrupt and become a poor peasant? It''s because he likes to eat white flour steamed buns, and he eats his family''s property every meal."


    "Luoluo, Dad, I''ll find a way to ask your grandpa to make some gray noodles for you in the countryside, and make gray noodles for you in a while!"


    Qin Luo:…


    Dad, I want to eat what I made. As a caring daughter, Qin Luo swallowed her inner os and steamed buns into her stomach.


    In the next few days, Qinhuai continued to make buckwheat steamed buns.


    The gray noodle discussion at supper that day reminded Qin Huai that there was no need to be obsessed with mixing buckwheat steamed buns with white noodles, but could also be mixed with other noodles.


    Qinhuai mixed with the east and west, and even the dough made of elm bark was mixed with water. It turned the buckwheat steamed buns into a steamed bun innovation competition, but it failed to make Chen Huihui''s dream steamed buns.


    Just as Qin Huai was thinking about whether to make some retro nostalgic authentic gray noodles mixed with wheat bran and purebred corn flour ground with corn cobs to shock Chen Huihui a little bit of coarse grains, Mr. Qin sent the gray noodles.


    Qin Congwen really called home and asked Mr. Qin to make some gray noodles, and gave Qin Luo a pasta with grey noodles that remembered the bitterness and sweetness.


    When Chen Huihong learned that Qin Congwen had gotten such a retro style good thing, he came over and watched with great force, grabbed a handful of gray faces and rubbed them carefully. He sighed that he hadn''t seen this thing for many years and had only eaten it when he was a child.


    In order to celebrate Qin Luo''s upcoming experience of life, Qin Huai decided to suspend a day of buckwheat steamed buns to let Chen Huihui try Qin Congwen''s skills, so that he knew that the buckwheat steamed buns he made were really good.


    Qin Congwen knows how to make handmade noodles.


    The craftsmanship is OK. It is said that I learned from Grandma Zhang. When I was a disciple, I paid a pot of oil, 30 eggs and an old hen''s tuition fee. For such a generous tuition fee, Grandma Zhang has given her all her gifts and has no personal hiding at all.


    The Qin family’s breakfast shop can be opened because of Qin Congwen’s noodles. However, egg noodles became popular later. Qin Congwen''s normal-skilled noodles seemed to be very cost-effective in front of cheap egg noodles. The breakfast shop changed to selling buns only but not noodles.


    Today, Qin Congwen felt it was time to show off his skills.


    Qin Congwen, who kneaded dough in the kitchen, was full of energy.


    Everyone waiting outside the kitchen to eat the legendary gray noodles were also in high spirits.


    Chen Huihong, who is already financially free and can calmly forget the hardships he endured when he was young, is very happy to have the opportunity to remember the bitterness and think about the sweetness.


    Zhao Rong, who almost forgot that her husband also had the skill of making handmade noodles, was happy to think that if Qin Congwen made the gray noodles this time, he would ask him to make some handmade noodles in the morning to make more money.


    Qin Luo, who has never eaten before, wants to eat, loves to eat, and likes to eat, can''t wait.


    I have never eaten it before. I want to try out whether the taste of gray noodles can be used directly to make buckwheat steamed buns. I look forward to the same Qinhuai style.


    Chen Huihui was very happy after eating steamed buns for many days in a row.


    The middle of the way came to join in the fun, holding Ouyang, who didn’t have any money anyway, was ready to go.


    In the expectant eyes of everyone, Qin Congwen put the noodles in a cool manner, full of confidence.


    The feeling that everyone is waiting for themselves to cook and start eating has really not been experienced in years.


    I am indeed not old, hahahaha!


    (This chapter ends)