The first thing I did was to find out

Chapter 39 What are the shortcomings

Finally, after Qin Luo quickly washed the three pots and was just short of using the seven-step hand washing method to prove that her hands were clean enough to grab the steamed buns, she and Ouyang, who had just returned from taking out the trash and had no idea how painful it was to wait, ate the fermented rice steamed buns together.

These two people eat snacks like Zhu Bajie eats ginseng fruit pie, the main feature of which is that they eat fast and in large quantities.

Ouyang relied on his big mouth and finished a steamed bun in three bites.

Qin Luo could only compete in speed, swallowing one in less than half a minute.

Sipping slowly and savoring the Qinhuai beside the steamer:

Can you two show a little respect for the chef's work?
Zhao Rong and Qin Congwen had already fallen asleep and missed the first batch of overturned steamed buns. Qin Huai distributed the remaining steamed buns to the canteen employees, and soon only one tray of steamed buns was left.

"Brother, how come you can make fermented glutinous rice steamed buns after just a nap! You are so awesome, will you make it tomorrow? I just forgot to take a picture and send it to He Cheng (Qin Huai's cousin). If you make it tomorrow, I will take a picture and send it to him. It would be better if you can also make mung bean ice cream, red bean ice cream and osmanthus cake. These things will look good together." Qin Luo said with anticipation, and the invisible tail behind him was shaking rapidly.

Qin Huai said that Qin Luo's abacus beads were about to fall on his face, and said, "The fermented rice steamed buns can be made."

"The rest are not possible."

Adding mung bean ice cream, red bean ice cream and osmanthus cake together is not something that can be solved by getting off work at 1 o'clock. I have to work overtime until 3 o'clock.

Qin Huai said absolutely not.

Ouyang, who finally slowed down and was still chewing the last steamed bun, didn't care at all. He was not picky about food and would eat whatever was available, even if Qinhuai made elm bark steamed buns, he would eat them.

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

Thinking of this, Ouyang sighed deeply.

Then he burped.

Sure enough, steamed buns still fill the stomach. Five of them make me full. No wonder Luoluo only ate three today and ended the battle early.

Wait, 3?
Didn’t Qin Luo have dinner?
Ouyang: (=°Д°=)
Qin Luo was still trying to bargain: "Brother, make another osmanthus cake tomorrow. You haven't made osmanthus cake for a week. I've been working very hard recently. I swept the toilet yesterday!"

Qin Huai pondered for a moment: "I feel like you were trying to hint me to make four-happiness dumplings before I took a nap. I was originally planning to make four-happiness dumplings. Since you don't want to eat them, then Gui..."

"That's not the case at all. Brother, do whatever you want. I fully support you!" Qin Luo said forcefully, "The toilet doesn't seem to be cleaned properly. I'll go clean it again!"

Ouyang looked at Qin Luo's departing figure: "She..."

"She has been a good candidate for cleaning since she was young." Qin Huai said, "When they were young, my grandfather teased her and my cousin by saying that whoever cleaned the house better would get the five-star bag. She and my cousin fought for the broom and mop from the first day of the Chinese New Year to the fifteenth day of the first lunar month."

Ouyang said that he really didn't understand you, the Qin family.
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At 2 o'clock the next morning, Qin Huai arrived at work on time.

Qin Congwen prepared all the ingredients for Qin Huai as usual, and he and Zhao Rong sat face to face on both sides of the table making dumplings.

Qin Huai changed his clothes and walked into the kitchen. Instead of kneading dough and making fillings for Wu Ding Bao as usual, he found some fermented rice and made fermented rice steamed buns first.

Same steps as yesterday.

Mix the dough, let it rise, knead it, let it rise again, knead it, and steam it.

Same rollover as yesterday.

【Wine-fermented steamed buns B-】

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

Still can't control the optimal temperature?
So where exactly is the temperature not controlled well?

The water temperature for kneading the dough, the room temperature for fermentation, or the heat for steaming.

Qin Huai muttered to himself as he stirred the fillings of the Wu Ding Bao in the pot.

"Wendy? Our Huaihuai has someone he likes, and he's a foreigner?!" Qin Congwen, who was trying to read lips not far away, was shocked.

Zhao Rong rolled her eyes at him speechlessly: "It's the temperature. Your son is thinking about steamed buns!"

Qin Congwen expressed his confusion, as he had seen the entire process of Qin Huai making the steamed buns.

Perfect dough mixing, perfect kneading, perfect fermentation, perfect exhaust. Although it is not steamed yet, if nothing goes wrong it will be a perfect steamed bun when it comes out of the pot.

Steamed buns have come this far, what else is there to think about?
"The steamed buns Huaihuai just made are fine." Qin Congwen said, "If I could knead dough like that, I would wake up laughing in my dreams."

"So you've been selling steamed buns for so many years but haven't sold any at Sanma Road." Zhao Rong complained mercilessly, "Don't meddle in your son's affairs. I saw Luo Luo's circle of friends and saw that Huai Huai was making steamed buns until 7 o'clock yesterday. He just slept for a short time. Don't get too tired. Go over and help keep an eye on the filling in the pot. I'll make these buns."

Qin Congwen quickly put down the dough and went over to help. Qin Huai decisively handed the stuffing simmering in the pot to Qin Congwen, and went to watch over the steamer.

Even if you can't see what's going on inside, it's good to sit by and smell the smell.

Qin Congwen felt that his son seemed a little crazy.

Could it be that Huaihuai from his family and Jiuniang Mantou are incompatible?
The more Qin Congwen thought about it, the more it seemed reasonable. Fermented glutinous rice steamed buns were one of the few Qinhuai pastries that had failed miserably. He had become addicted to making buckwheat steamed buns some time ago, and while he was making them, he must have brought back tragic memories of the failure, so he decided to try again.

Alas, Luoluo hasn’t woken up yet, otherwise I could ask her about the results of last night.

But looking at Qin Huai's current appearance, he must have been hit hard.

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

He has been hit by Qin Huai for so many years, and he understands the feeling of being hit very well. He is very good at comforting others!
Qin Congwen stirred the stuffing and praised himself proudly in his heart: I am such a good father, hahahahaha!

At 6:07, the fermented glutinous rice steamed buns came out of the pot.

Since making fermented rice steamed buns took some time, the Wu Ding Bao and Sanding Bao were still being steamed in the steamer. At this time, the Yunzhong Canteen had not yet opened for business, but the lobby on the first floor was already full of uncles jogging in the morning.

And a few aunties who don’t jog in the morning but love to get up early and eat breakfast.

The uncles and aunts said they could accept the lateness of breakfast.

Xu Tuqiang, Uncle Cao, Uncle Wang at table 9 and Uncle Liu who really loves morning jogging have already had their iced mung bean soup.

It was not a very hot morning. After a hearty and sweaty morning run, the old men sat in the Yunzhong Canteen with moderate air conditioning, smelling the aroma of their favorite steamed buns and rice wine, and drinking a bowl of cool and slightly sweet mung bean soup. The old men said that a beautiful day had begun!

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

"Why doesn't Master Qin like making crab shell yellow?" Uncle Wang was drinking mung bean soup while feeling indignant about his beloved crab shell yellow.

Uncle Wang is like a fan of a boy band or girl group. On the one hand, he curses the company for being blind and asks why their brother/sister, who is so outstanding, doesn't give him/her resources. On the other hand, he can only wait and consume on time every day, hoping to see his/her brother/sister.

But Uncle Wang likes crab shell yellow.

It’s crab shell yellow with the flavor of fresh shrimp.

In the Yunzhong Canteen, Qin Huai didn't have the habit of making snacks stuffed with fresh shrimp because Qin Luo didn't like to eat shrimp. In addition, crab shell yellow needed to be baked, so Qin Huai would make crab shell yellow together with other snacks that also needed to be baked, so the chance of crab shell yellow being put on the menu was really rare.

So little that even Uncle Wang wanted to ask Qin Huai, "Does your conscience hurt?" 21 days, a full 21 days! The crab shell yellow stuffed with fresh shrimp only appeared twice. Do you know how I spent these 21 days? !
What's so good about that damn donkey roll? Why does it appear 21 times in 17 days?!

No one knew what Uncle Wang was yelling at. He could only finish a bowl of mung bean soup and stare at Qin Huai's busy figure in the kitchen: "Is it ready? Do you smell alcohol?"

The uncles responded one after another: "I smell it, it seems to be rice wine."

“It’s just a little bland.”

"Has Chef Qin made egg yolk soup? I need a bowl later!"

"Shuizi and egg yolks must be ordered separately and cooked on the spot. I don't see any menu for shuizi and egg yolks. Chef Qin made this for himself, right?"

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

In the kitchen, Qin Congwen was stunned as he looked at the freshly cooked fermented glutinous rice buns.

beautiful.

It’s really beautiful.

Qin Congwen rarely uses the word "beautiful" to describe a steamed bun, but the steamed bun in front of him really fits his aesthetic taste for steamed buns.

The plump white flour steamed buns are smooth, round and cute. They are the dream bun of every white flour steamed bun lover!
When did his son acquire this skill?

Are you still not satisfied with this technology?!
"Dad, have a try." Qin Huai took out a steamed bun with a pair of tongs, broke it open, and handed half to Qin Congwen. "I always feel like something is missing. I remember when I was a kid, there was a place selling steamed buns made with fermented glutinous rice wine on the street next to our house, but I can't remember what they tasted like. Look at what's wrong with my steamed bun."

Qin Congwen took the steamed bun and took a big bite despite the heat.

Chew and swallow.

Oh my god, this is what fermented glutinous rice steamed buns taste like!
The steamed bun vendor in the next block whose name I can’t remember is simply wasting food!
"Huai Huai!" Qin Congwen said sincerely, "You lack confidence!"

Qin Huai:......

(End of this chapter)