Chapter 40 Is this disease still contagious?


    Qin Huai, who has shortcomings and confidence, is strongly recommending wine-making steamed buns to the old man.


    Today''s steamed buns are not sold, they are only given, they are given to regular customers, and old customers are very surprised and rewarded.


    The main reason for not selling is that the dish is not prepared well, and the price is 8 yuan for Qinhuai. It’s messy, you can add anything, and you can buy buckwheat steamed buns that you dare to make can be sold for 5 yuan per person. B-grade wine steamed buns are sold for 8 yuan, which is simply worth the money!


    Zhao Rong, who participated in the pricing, felt this.


    "Master Xiao Qin, it''s not that I have any objections, nor that I don''t like to eat steamed buns. My wife also came to grab the buckwheat steamed buns you sell every afternoon. I just made a pertinent suggestion, which is from the sincere expectations of diners, yes..."


    "Okay, Wang Laogen, what are you talking about when you stand at the window? Take it if you want, say it if you want, hurry up!" Mr. Cao urged impatiently.


    Uncle Wang could only say slowly: "Can you make more crab shell yellow? It''s best to have fresh shrimp stuffing."


    As soon as these words came out, the old men sitting there immediately had an objection.


    "Wang Laogen, what''s wrong with you? Some people eat and you can wait if you don''t have to eat. Why do you still have a comment?"


    "That''s right, how many crab shells can you eat?"


    "You have not made false accounts for 40 years of accounting, so why are you doing wrong accounts?"


    The old men and aunts in the morning run are all acquaintances. As soon as Mr. Wang said this, everyone started to attack personally.


    Mr. Wang, a senior accountant in 40, blushed and ran away with a plate. The wine buns in the small plate on the edge almost rolled to the ground.


    Qin Huai had no choice but to get the buns for the next aunt.


    These wealthy old men and mothers have set a strange rule, and Qinhuai has heard of it a little.


    The specific content is that since everyone has different tastes, carrots and cabbages have their own preferences, and the dim sums in Yunzhong Canteen are not fixed except for the five-die bags and the three-die bags, so everyone may not be able to eat the dim sums they want to eat.


    In order to be fair and prevent someone from affecting the balance of eating, everyone is not allowed to directly contact Qinhuai to operate designated snacks in secret using various methods including playing emotional cards, getting close to each other, forcibly recognizing relatives, and krypton gold.


    Yesterday, Grandma Ding''s behavior was already a traitor and was despised by everyone. Mr. Wang’s behavior today is an absolute violation and strictly prohibited.


    “小秦师傅你别理王老根，他当会计当傻了他家老婆子都怀疑他有老年痴呆症。老规矩，两笼五丁包，一笼三丁包，那个馒头能多给我俩不？我家老太婆爱吃馒头，她早上起不来，我跟她说了好多次让她早上跟我一起来吃饭，她都起不来。”许图强在diss王大爷的同时还不忘多要两个馒头。


    As the first customer of Yunzhong Canteen, Xu Tuqiang felt that he had to prepare noodles for Uncle Xu, so he decisively brought him two more steamed buns, which made Uncle Cao’s eyes red from behind.


    对于这些大爷的信息，秦淮也是略有了解的。


    As for how he understood...


    Qin Huai can only say that Ouyang’s neighborhood committee has not been in vain in the past few years. He may not remember the contents of his work, but the contents of the gossip are definitely unforgettable.


    Take Mr. Wang, who likes to recall the past and is often suspected of having signs of Alzheimer''s disease, as an example. Uncle Wang’s real name is Wang Gensheng, nicknamed Wang Laogen, and he is a local. He is a real college student.


    When I was young, I worked as an accountant in a state-owned factory in Gusu. I have been professional accountant for 40 years. What I am most proud of is that I have never made fake accounts since I started my career and have never calculated any wrong accounts. Uncle Wang recited this 19 times while having breakfast, and he could recite the lyrics Qin Huai.


    Uncle Wang, who was honest all his life, never made extra money, was still an ordinary man until he retired. His fortune was a bit similar to Qinhuai to a certain extent - his family was demolished.


    Unlike most wealthy uncles who earn breakfast by working hard when they were young and who earned breakfast when they were old, Mr. Wang was truly rich overnight. This is also why other old men often say that he is stingy. In the words of Mr. Wang, he has been calculating all his life. Can''t he continue to make careful calculations when he has money?


    The careful Uncle Wang cursed Uncle Cao in his heart.


    He just put forward his heartfelt wish from the perspective of a diner, and earned a title for the crab shell yellow. What does he have?


    Well, he does seem to be a bit of a violation of the rules.


    Mr. Wang, who has followed the rules for his life, lowered his head to chew on the steamed buns in shame. Although Master Xiao Qin doesn’t like making crab shell yellow, there is no way to tell the skill of making buns. The steamed buns are soft and chewy, and the faint fragrance of wine is the finishing touch...


    Wait, is this wine-making steamed bun? !


    Uncle Wang looked down at the steamed bun and widened his eyes.


    As if he couldn''t believe it, Uncle Wang pressed the steamed bun hard and then waited for the steamed bun to rebound slowly.


    Press again.


    Pop again.


    Uncle Wang:! !


    Uncle Cao, sitting opposite Uncle Wang:?


    It''s bad, I won''t joke correctly. Wang Laogen really suffers from Alzheimer''s disease, right?


    Sin, sin. Don’t worry, Lao Gen, we will find ways to contact you with the best doctor!


    Qin Huai behind the window also noticed Mr. Wang’s suspected unsmart actions and asked, “Uncle Wang, is there any problem with the steamed bun?”


    "This steamed bun, this steamed bun! This is a wine-making steamed bun!" Mr. Wang said excitedly.


    Uncle Cao slapped his forehead in despair, it''s over, it''s really Alzheimer''s disease.


    "This is exactly the same as the wine-stewed steamed buns I ate in Gusu when I was young! I really didn''t expect that I could still taste this after so many years! It''s just this taste, there''s no mistake. I haven''t eaten such steamed buns in half my life!"


    "I remember when I was an accountant in a cotton mill..."


    Mr. Cao, who was already rummaging on the doctor''s contact information in his mind, just wanted to hold the entire Xiaolong in front of him on Mr. Wang''s head.


    Damn, the surname Wang, you remember the past and remember the past. What words do you change? I''m scared to death.


    Qin Huai accurately grasped strange words from his familiar lines.


    "Uncle Wang, have you eaten almost the same steamed buns before?"


    "I''ve eaten, I''ve eaten!" Uncle Wang was still recalling the past excitedly, "Master Xiao Qin didn''t splash you cold water. The wine-stewing steamed buns I ate back then were much better than yours."


    Uncle Cao thought he still had to contact the doctor.


    Qin Huai''s eyes lit up and he came out of the kitchen directly. He couldn''t wait to say, "Mr. Wang, don''t get up, sit down. Can you tell me carefully, how better is the wine-stewed buns you ate back then than me?"


    Uncle Cao:…


    It''s over, Alzheimer''s disease is contagious.


    Master Xiao Qin was so stupid that he believed Wang Laogen’s nonsense about the past.


    Mr. Cao held a bun in his mouth, took out his cell phone, and decided to carefully read the doctor''s contact information.


    (This chapter ends)