The first thing I did was to find out

Chapter 41 Slow (asking for monthly ticket!!!)

In order to help Uncle Wang recall the past better, Qin Huai brought him a plate of steamed buns so that he could eat while reminiscing.

Uncle Wang said slowly, in a tone reminiscing about the past: "It's just... delicious."

Everyone pricked up their ears expecting to hear something shocking: ...

"The whole feeling of the steamed buns is different. As soon as you open the steamer, you can smell this smell. The steamed buns are particularly fragrant and have a very strong smell of steamed buns. Master Qin, do you understand what I mean? The smell is like the aroma of rice wine and the aroma of steamed buns mixed together. Just smelling it makes me drool."

"I remember that at that time, the state-owned restaurants only sold fermented rice wine on Sundays, one batch at 7 a.m. and another at 11 a.m. On Sundays, the streets were packed with people, and many children went there specifically to join in the fun, not to buy steamed buns, but just to stand on the street corner and smell the smell to satisfy their cravings."

Seeing that Uncle Wang was getting off topic, Qin Huai quickly brought the topic back: "What does it taste like?"

"It's chewier, softer, and more fragrant. The sweetness of the rice wine seems to have seeped into the steamed buns, and it tastes like the wine, not a strange smell. I remember that most people praised Master Jing for his dough kneading skills. When our factory buyer Xue was on a business trip, his wife bought him three steamed buns and put them in her bag to eat on the train. The buns were pressed overnight, and when they were taken out, they puffed up again. Isn't that amazing!"

Xu Tuqiang, who had already finished his buns and started drinking soy milk, snorted, "You are just bragging. How could a steamed bun be able to puff up after being pressed overnight? It would have become a flatbread long ago."

Xu Tuqiang didn't believe it, but Qin Huai did.

"Uncle Wang, have you ever seen how the steamed buns are made?" Qin Huai asked.

Uncle Wang shook his head. "The kitchen of that state-owned restaurant doesn't allow anyone to enter. We're lucky to be able to queue up to the door of the restaurant. How could we possibly have seen how it's cooked?"

Qin Huai thought about it and agreed. This technique of kneading and fermenting dough was definitely a family secret. How could it be easily seen by others?

Qin Huai smiled and said, "Uncle Wang, thank you. I've been researching fermented rice steamed buns recently. If you're free, please come and help me taste them. I remember you like crab shell buns stuffed with fresh shrimp, right? What a coincidence, we'll have this snack tomorrow. If you come on time at 6 a.m., you can eat it hot from the pot."

Uncle Wang took a bite of the steamed bun and tears of emotion almost flowed out of his eyes.

That’s great, his beloved crab shell yellow was finally seen by the company again!
After the uncles and aunts left, the Yunzhong Canteen returned to its brief period of quietness.

Qin Huai was making dumplings while thinking about what Uncle Wang had just described.

Admittedly, Uncle Wang’s description is certainly exaggerated. Those who know Uncle Wang know that his job as an accountant in Suzhou Cotton Mill decades ago was all Uncle Wang’s youth and beautiful memories. All memories related to Suzhou are beautiful, all have filters and buffs.

Under this filter, it is normal to take the taste and quality of fermented glutinous rice steamed buns to a higher level.

But there is no doubt that Uncle Wang has tasted better fermented glutinous rice steamed buns.

Qin Huai didn’t know whether the unique skills of Qinji饽饽 had been passed down, but it was inevitable that there would always be people better than you.

After making the basic meals, Qin Huai made another batch of fermented rice wine steamed buns.

This time, he was more serious and meticulous, using a thermometer to precisely control the temperature in almost every step. The only thing left was to write an experimental report and do a data analysis.

【Wine-fermented steamed buns B-】

Still a little bit.

But what's the difference?
Qin Huai thought that his dough-kneading skills were no worse than Qin Wan's in the video tutorial. He watched the entire fermentation process and stood by during the steaming process. He also watched the video tutorial over and over again to make sure that he did not miss any step.

He admitted that he could not match Jiang Chengde's amazing cooking skills, so he had never even tried making locust flower steamed buns.

But fermented glutinous rice steamed buns shouldn’t be made like this!

I have made this steamed bun several times and I still don’t know where it fell over!

Qin Huai locked himself in the warehouse, watched the video tutorial again, and went back to the kitchen to fight again.
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Qin Congwen felt that his beloved son Qin Huai seemed a little crazy.

Although Qin Huai had been a little abnormal since the 20th day, and I don't know why he had to compete with the buckwheat buns, he was still normal at that time.

At that time, Qin Huai still adhered to his principle of working two hours and resting one hour. He worked two hours and slacked off for one hour, and got off work on time at 12 o'clock. Making steamed buns in the afternoon was considered overtime.

But today, it's very abnormal!

Qin Huai didn’t have any rest today!

Not only did I not get a rest, I didn't even get off work on time at 12 o'clock to take a nap!

From 4am to 4pm, a full 12 hours, except for a few minutes of isolation in the warehouse, he was in the kitchen making steamed buns. This is not only abnormal, it is simply insane.

This is stimulating!

At 4:05 p.m., the kitchen became a restricted area.

Except for Qin Huai who was still guarding the steamer in the kitchen, the rest of the people were squatting outside the kitchen. The place they were squatting was not Table 9, which had the best viewing spot, but a corner that could not be seen from the kitchen.

"Uncle, you said Qin Huai worked for 12 hours today without stopping?" Ouyang, who skipped work with his boss, was chewing a steamed bun, looking surprised. "Did he accidentally drink quadruple concentrated iced Americano instead of soy milk this morning and couldn't sleep?"

Qin Congwen automatically ignored the second half of Ouyang's sentence and yawned with a worried look on his face: "I have been in the kitchen since 4 o'clock in the morning. Do you see the steamed buns over there? In the past, we had to snatch the steamed buns in the afternoon, but today they are delivered directly, one bag per person, and there are still so many left."

"If I wasn't worried about Huai Huai, I would have gone back to bed earlier. I couldn't hold on any longer at 3 o'clock. Luo Luo went back at 2 o'clock. I think I can hold on a little longer until 5 o'clock. Luo Luo should be awake by then. Let Luo Luo take over my shift."

"Do you know what's going on with Huai Huai? I wasn't here last night. Did he get hurt when he was making steamed buns last night? Did someone pick on him? Mock him? Call him trash? Say that he's not good at making steamed buns? Say that he's not as good as others? Say that he's a waste?"

Everyone:...

Why are you so familiar with these sarcastic remarks?

Ouyang said: "No, I ate it last night, Luoluo ate it, and Sister Xi and the others ate it too, and they all gave it rave reviews!"

Huang Xi nodded: "Yes, Master Qin came to the store suddenly yesterday to make fermented glutinous rice steamed buns, and asked me to find fermented glutinous rice for him. When the steamed buns came out of the pot, there were no customers in the store, and the quantity was not large, so we shared it among a few people."

"Yes, yes, yes." An Youyou nodded frantically to prove her innocence, "We all said that the steamed buns were delicious, and they really were, and they tasted the same as today. The boss's reaction yesterday was also normal. Sister Xi asked him if the fermented glutinous rice steamed buns were a new product in our cafeteria and whether they should be put on the shelves in the future. He nodded and said yes, and asked Sister Xi to decide on the menu."

"Did you feel any stimulation today?" The enthusiastic lady Chen Huihong asked with concern, turning her head to ask Chen Huihui who was eating steamed buns for afternoon tea, "Huihui, did your brother Xiao Qin ask you how the steamed buns tasted today?"

Chen Huihui shook her head, feeling a little disappointed: "Brother Qin Huai was in the kitchen this afternoon and didn't talk to me."

Chen Huihui expressed sadness as she felt she was about to lose her valuable job as a food taster.

The sunlight fell on the fermented rice-wine steamed bun in Chen Huihui's hand. Chen Huihui lowered her head and took a big bite, swallowing the warm sunlight and the sweet steamed bun together.

"I remember now!" Qin Congwen slapped the table, "This morning I seemed to hear Uncle Wang say that Huai Huai's steamed buns are not as delicious as the ones he ate in Gusu when he was young."

"Could it be that you were stimulated by this sentence?"

Ouyang was even more surprised: "No way, Qin Huai is not the kind of person who would be provoked by such a few words and work for 12 hours, right?"

If he had known that Qin Huai was the kind of person who would work hard no matter how hard he tried, he would have told Qin Huai when they were in college that the buns he made were not as delicious as those in the sixth canteen. Wouldn't he have eaten buns every day to his heart's content?

"No." Chen Huihong thought, "Xiao Qin wouldn't be so angry just because of a sentence. I think he was more provoked by something."

In an instant, a terrible thought popped into Qin Congwen's mind.

"Wendy." Qin Congwen murmured, "I knew I didn't read the lips wrong."

"Could it be that our Huai Huai is really in an online romance, and that foreigner named Wendy wants to eat fermented glutinous rice steamed buns?"

Everyone:? ? ?
WTF?

Qin Huai in the kitchen had no idea about the speculation outside.

If he knew, he would definitely hold up the dough and shout: Reject rumors, starting with me, starting with telling Qin Congwen to stop lip reading.

Qin Huai yawned while watching the steamer. For so many years, he only yawned when he got up early to go to work. This was the first time he yawned when he was about to get off work.

He didn't know what was wrong with him, he just felt unhappy.

It has been many years, and I should say I have never felt such a strong sense of frustration.

Qin Huai has never encountered such a situation since the first time he kneaded dough in the welfare home.

He always learns by following what others teach him, and follows the recipes and steps in the tutorials. When he finishes the product, he finds that the person, the recipe and the tutorial are not good, and then he makes changes.

If it can be improved, everyone will be happy, but if it can't be improved, you can't blame him.

The feeling of following a very detailed tutorial but still being unable to produce a finished product is simply unprecedented.

The most important thing is that after doing it so many times, Qin Huai didn’t realize where he was wrong.

It's just a small difference, just that tiny - from B- to B, but I just can't get through.

Qin Huai was watching the steamer, knowing that the time was almost up.

His intuition told him that this batch would not work either.

out of the pot.

【Wine-fermented steamed buns B-】

Qin Huai:......

I want to scratch my head.

But according to kitchen rules, you can't touch your hair in the kitchen.

If you want to ask who made this rule, it was him.

Qin Huai left the kitchen silently.

The people at the table in the corner stood up immediately, just like students who were chatting together during evening self-study and suddenly saw their head teacher walking in from the back door. They were flustered and a little guilty, and they didn't know what to do, so they just stood up and pretended to leave.

After Chen Huihong, Ouyang and Chen Huihui stood up, they realized belatedly that something was wrong. Why were they feeling guilty?
They are all enthusiastic neighbors who heard that Qin Huai was not feeling well and came to support him and eat a few steamed buns!
"Dad, the last batch of steamed buns are ready and in the steamer. Remember to pick them out when the time comes." Qin Huai said, "I'm going back to sleep first."

Qin Congwen nodded quickly: "Go back quickly and have a good sleep."

Qin Huai had just taken two steps towards the inner door when he suddenly stopped, turned around and said to Huang Xi, "Sister Xi, the fermented rice wine is all used up. Remember to bring in more."

"It would be even better if I could buy homemade wine. It should be easy to buy. There used to be a store specializing in selling this kind of handmade wine on the pedestrian street in my hometown."

Huang Xi nodded: "Don't worry, Master Qin will definitely buy it for you."

"Oh, yes, there's one more thing." Qin Huai looked at Chen Huihui with a hint of apology, "Huihui, I was so busy today that I didn't even notice you coming."

"Brother Qin Huai is here to apologize to you. I may not have time to study buckwheat buns recently, so your taste tasting will be suspended for a while. When I'm done with my work, I'll make you your favorite buckwheat buns. Don't worry, I'll make them even tastier than before."

Chen Huihui was still holding the unfinished fermented glutinous rice steamed bun in her hand. After hearing what Qin Huai said, she nodded firmly, her face full of trust in Qin Huai.

"I believe in your brother Qin Huai, you are the best! You can definitely..." Chen Huihui thought of the topic everyone was discussing just now and quickly changed the topic, "Make better tasting fermented glutinous rice steamed buns than the ones Grandpa Wang ate in Gusu!"

Qin Huai was amused by Chen Huihui's words. He found that this child was just like Qin Luo when he was a child and couldn't hide things. He smiled and nodded and went back.

After returning home, Qin Huai watched the video tutorial again and fell into a deep sleep because he was so sleepy.

I don’t know if it’s because you think about something during the day and dream about it at night, or if you were really obsessed with making glutinous rice wine steamed buns, but Qin Huai actually dreamed that he was watching Qin Wan making glutinous rice wine steamed buns at night.

Not the perspective of a close-up of the hands in a video tutorial, but rather the perspective of a spectator.

In the dream, Qin Wan was followed by several children whose faces could not be seen clearly. While taking care of the children, Qin Wan was pounding rice wine and kneading dough. The whole kitchen was full of chatter and was very lively.

At the end of the dream, a pot of fragrant fermented glutinous rice steamed buns came out of the pot. Qin Huai just got the buns and woke up before he had time to eat them.

Woke up by the alarm clock.

Oh, damn, 4 o'clock work.

Qin Huai calculated the time and found that he had slept for 10 hours.

It turns out that work makes people sleep.

There is no better sleeping pill in the world than work.

Qin Huai smacked his lips, feeling a little regretful that he couldn't eat the sweet fermented glutinous rice steamed buns in his dream.

It would be great if I could taste it. Maybe then I’d get some inspiration and know what to do.

Qin Huai shook his head and threw the absurd idea out of his mind. He felt that he might have really lost his mind from making steamed buns.

The weather was not very good today, and it was drizzling. Master Qin packed up, took his umbrella, and went to work ready to go.

When we arrived at the Yunzhong Canteen, Qin Congwen was already yawning and making dumplings.

“Huai Huai!” Qin Congwen smiled immediately when he saw Qin Huai coming. He was relieved to see that Qin Huai was full of energy and not as listless as himself. “You must be hungry. Your mother has cooked tea eggs. Go and have one.”

Qin Huai obediently ate the tea eggs, and then started to knead the dough as usual.

The daily five-spice buns and three-spice buns are indispensable. Yesterday I promised Uncle Wang that I would make crab shell yellow today, so today’s oven-made snacks are also indispensable.

At 6 o'clock, the person who stepped into the Yunzhong Canteen on time was not Uncle Wang, but Huang Xi who came to work early.

Because of the rain, the old men did not go for a morning run and arrived late.

"Master Qin." Huang Xi smiled and raised the packaging bag in her hand. "Yesterday you said you wanted handmade wine. There is a store downstairs where I live that specializes in selling this. I bought some after get off work yesterday and put it in the refrigerator overnight. I set out early today to bring it here."

Huang Xi put the packaging bag on the window and said, "It shouldn't have been exposed to the rain. The owner of the fermented rice wine told me to put it in the refrigerator, saying that the high temperature would kill the yeast and it would not be suitable for making steamed buns."

"Please see if this fermented rice wine can be used. If it can be used, I will talk to the boss about buying a large quantity. It can be much cheaper."

Huang Xi's words were like a thunderclap, waking Qin Huai up immediately.

Qin Huai thought of the video tutorial, in which Qin Wan made every movement very slowly.

Whether kneading the dough, rubbing it, or crushing the glutinous rice, all are done slowly and gently.

At first he thought that this was Qin Wan's personality. After all, in Chen Huihong's dream, Qin Wan was a very gentle-looking woman.

But what if some of the steps here must be slow?

Qin Huai hurried to find a pestle for pounding spices.

"Huai Huai, what are you looking for?"

"Pounding the nut!"

Qin Congwen & Zhao Rong:?
rice?!
Zhao Rong was a little confused: Was his Huaihuai really upset?
Are we using rice instead of flour to make steamed buns?

Rice buns???
This chapter is two-in-one
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