Chapter 39 What are the shortcomings


    In the end, after Qin Luo quickly finished washing three pots and only used seven steps to wash his hands to prove that his hands were very clean and he could grab steamed buns, she and Ouyang, who returned from taking out the trash, had no idea how painful it was to wait for the wine steamed buns.


    These two people eat dim sum, both of Zhu Bajie eats ginseng fruit pie, and they mainly eat fast and get a lot of money.


    Ouyang relies on his big mouth and a steamed bun with three mouthfuls.


    Qin Luo could only compare speed and swallowed one in less than half a minute.


    Qinhuai, who savored and savored in small mouths on the edge of the steamer, chewed slowly and savored carefully:…


    Can you two respect the chef''s labor results somewhat?


    Zhao Rong and Qin Congwen were already asleep and couldn''t catch up with the first batch of steamed buns. Qin Huai divided the remaining steamed buns to the employees of the canteen, and soon there were only tile left in one tile.


    "Brother, why do you make wine-making steamed buns after a nap? You are so awesome. Do you still do it tomorrow? I just forgot to take a photo and send it to He Cheng (Cousin Qinhuai). If you do it tomorrow, I will take a photo and send it to him. It is best to make mung bean ice sorbean ice sorbet, red bean ice sorbet and osmanthus cake. These things look good together." Qin Luo said with anticipation, and the invisible tail behind him was shaking fast.


    Qin Huai said that Qin Luo''s abacus beads were almost falling on his face, and said, "Wine-stewed steamed buns can be made."


    “The rest won’t work.”


    Adding one piece of mung bean ice cream, red bean ice cream and osmanthus cake is not something that can be solved after get off work at 1 o''clock. It is simply a rhythm of working overtime until 3 o''clock.


    Qin Huai said it would definitely not work.


    Ouyang, who was finally slowing down, was still gnawing the last steamed bun. He didn''t care at all. He was not picky about food and ate whatever he had. He even ate even if Qinhuai made elm bark steamed buns.


    The most important thing is that his parents did not adopt Qin Huai back then, so he couldn''t tell Qin Huai naturally like Qin Luo that I want to eat this.


    Thinking of this, Ouyang sighed deeply.


    Then he burped.


    Sure enough, the steamed buns still stretched out, and 5 of them were full. No wonder Luo Luo ended the battle early after eating only 3 of them today.


    Wait, 3?


    Didn’t Qin Luo have dinner?


    Ouyang: (=°Д°=)


    Qin Luo was still trying to bargain: "Brother, I''ll make another osmanthus cake tomorrow. You haven''t made osmanthus cake for a week. I''ve been working very seriously recently. I cleaned the toilet yesterday!"


    Qin Huai pondered for a moment: "I feel that before I took a nap, you wanted to hint that I made the Sixi Dumplings. I originally planned to make the Sixi Dumplings. Since you don''t want to eat it, then you can cinnamon..."


    "It''s completely different. Brother, do whatever you want. Sister, I''ll support you!" Qin Luoyan said vigorously, "It seems that the toilet is not clean, I''ll go and brush it again!"


    Ouyang looked at Qin Luo’s leaving figure: “She…”


    "I have been a good material for cleaning since I was a child." Qin Huai said, "When I was a child, my grandfather teased her and my cousin and told me to give the five-date bag to whoever cleaned the sanitation. She and my cousin took the broom and mop from the first day of the Lunar New Year to the fifteenth day of the first lunar month."


    Ouyang said that he really understands your Qin family very much.


    .


    At 4 a.m. on the second day, Qin Huai arrived at work on time.


    Qin Congwen, as always, prepared all the ingredients for Qin Huai, and sat face to face with Zhao Rong on both sides of the table to make buns.


    Qin Huai changed his clothes and walked into the kitchen. He did not mix the noodles and make the filling of five-dian bags as before, but instead found the wine and made the wine steamed buns first.


    The same steps as yesterday.


    Harm the noodles, squeeze the noodles, knead, squeeze the noodles, knead, steam it again.


    The same crash as yesterday.


    [Wine-made steamed buns B-]


    Looking at the B- displayed on the steamed bun, Qin Huai felt that it was very dazzling.


    Still haven’t controlled the best temperature?


    Then where is the temperature not well controlled?


    The water temperature of the kneading is still at room temperature for fermentation, or the heat during steaming.


    Qin Huai murmured to himself while stirring the filling of the five-dip buns in the pot.


    "Wendy? Is there someone I like in Huaihuai, or is it a foreigner?!" Qin Congwen, who was trying to read lips not far away, was shocked.


    Zhao Rong gave him a speechless look: "It''s the warmth, your son is thinking about steamed buns!"


    Qin Congwen expressed his confusion. He saw the whole process of Qin Huai making steamed buns just now.


    Perfect kneading, perfect kneading, perfect fermentation, perfect exhaust. Although it has not been steamed yet, if nothing unexpected happens, it will be a perfect steamed bun when it comes out of the pot.


    The steamed buns have achieved this point, what else can I think about?


    "The steamed buns just made in Huaihuai are fine." Qin Congwen said, "If I could knead such a dough, I could wake up in my dreams."


    "So you have sold buns for so many years but haven''t sold them on Sanmalu." Zhao Rong complained mercilessly, "Don''t care about your son''s affairs. I look at Luoluo''s circle of friends. Huaihuai made steamed buns until 7 o''clock yesterday. How long did you sleep? Don''t be tired. You go over and help stare at the stuffing in the pot, I''ll make these buns."


    Qin Congwen quickly put down his skin and went to help. Qin Huai decisively handed the filling simmered in the pot to Qin Congwen and went to the steamer to guard it.


    Even if you can''t see the situation inside, it''s good to sit next to smell it.


    Qin Congwen felt that his son seemed a little crazy.


    Is his family Huaihuai and wine steamed buns incompatible?


    The more Qin Congwen thought about it, the more reasonable it felt. Wine-stewed steamed buns were one of the few pastries in Qinhuai. I was addicted to making buckwheat steamed buns some time ago, so I must have had tragic memories of the crash as I did. Now I decided to challenge again.


    Alas, Luo Luo hasn''t woken up yet, otherwise she could ask how the results were like last night.


    But looking at Qin Huai''s current appearance, he probably suffered a blow.


    Qin Congwen decided to use his expertise to comfort his son later.


    He has been hit by Qinhuai for so many years and knows the mood when he is hit. He is so good at comforting such things!


    Qin Congwen stirred the filling and praised himself proudly in his heart: I am such a good father, hahahahaha!


    At 6:07, the wine-stewed buns were released.


    Because it took some time to make wine-making steamed buns, the five-dine and three-dine buns were still steamed in the steamer. At this time, Yunzhong Canteen has not started business, but the lobby on the first floor is full of old men who run in the morning.


    A few aunts who don’t run in the morning but love to get up early and have breakfast.


    The old men and women said they could accept the lateness of breakfast.


    Xu Tuqiang, Uncle Cao, Uncle Wang, and Uncle Liu, who really loves morning jogging, have already drunk ice mung bean soup.


    It was not hot early morning. After a refreshing sweaty morning run, I sat in the canteen with moderate air conditioning temperatures in the clouds, smelled the fragrance of my beloved buns and rice wine, and drank a bowl of cold and cool mung bean soup with a slightly sweet hint of sweetness. The old man said that the wonderful day had begun like this!


    Uncle Wang said that it would be even better if he could have another plate of crab shell yellow.


    "Why doesn''t Master Xiao Qin like to make crab shell yellow?" Mr. Wang was angry at his beloved crab shell yellow while drinking mung bean soup.


    Mr. Wang is like a fan of a business fan who is a boy and girl group. While scolding the company for not having eyes, why don’t my brother/sister give him resources so good? At the same time, he can only wait on the cusp of consumption every day, hoping to see his brother/sister.


    But Uncle Wang’s pink is yellow crab shell.


    The crab shell is yellow with fresh shrimp.


    In Yunzhong Canteen, because Qin Luo doesn’t like to eat shrimp, Qinhuai has no habit of making snacks with fresh shrimp stuffing. In addition, crab shell yellow needs to be used in an oven. If Qinhuai wants to make it, crab shell yellow needs to be made together with other snacks that also require an oven, so there is really little chance that the crab shell yellow cabbage brand will be hung.


    Uncle Wang wants to question Qin Huai, will your conscience hurt? Oh 21 days, 21 days! The crab shell yellow with fresh shrimp filling only appeared twice. Do you know how I spent these 21 days? !


    What''s the best thing about that **** donkey rolling? Why can it appear 17 times in 21 days? !


    No one knew Mr. Wang’s roar. He could only drink a bowl of mung bean soup ton and stare at Qinhuai’s busy figure in the kitchen: “Is it out of the pot? Have you smelled the wine?”


    The old men responded one after another: "It smelled, it seemed like rice wine."


    “It’s just a little bit light.”


    "Did Master Xiao Qin make water to make eggs? I''ll get a bowl later!"


    "Shuizi has to order and make it as you want. I didn''t see any dish that makes it as you like. Master Xiao Qin made for himself?"


    "Hehe, then I have to have a bowl too."


    In the kitchen, Qin Congwen was stunned as he watched the freshly brewed buns out of the pot.


    So beautiful.


    It''s really so beautiful.


    Qin Congwen rarely uses beauty to describe a steamed bun, but the steamed bun in front of him is really in line with his aesthetic taste of steamed buns.


    The fat white-fried steamed buns are smooth, round and cute. This is simply the dream of everyone who loves to eat white-fried steamed buns!


    When did his son have this technology?


    Are you still not satisfied with this technology? !


    "Dad, try it." Qin Huai picked up a steamed bun with a clip, broke it apart, and handed it to Qin Congwen halfway, "I always feel that there is something missing. I remember that when I was a child, there were also wine-making steamed buns on the street next to our house, but I don''t remember what their house tasted. Look at how bad my steamed buns are."


    Qin Congwen took the steamed bun and took a bite with the heat.


    One chew, one swallow.


    Oh my God, it turns out that the wine-stewed steamed buns taste this way!


    The one selling steamed buns in the next block who no longer remembers the name is simply a waste of resources!


    "Huaihuai!" Qin Congwen said sincerely, "You are short of confidence!"


    Qinhuai:…


    (This chapter ends)