The first thing I did was to find out

Chapter 48: All technical issues

At 4 pm, the locust flower steamed buns are out of the pot.

【Grade C Sophora japonica steamed buns】

Looking at the obviously failed locust flower steamed buns, Qin Huai knew that there must have been many steps that went wrong.

"Brother, is it out of the pot? Can we eat it? Why did it take you so long to make this steamed bun? The pot of locust flower honey steamed buns in front is sold out." Qin Luo rushed to the steamer immediately.

Qin Huai nodded to indicate that it was ready to eat, and reminded: "Blow it a few more times to let it cool down."

Qin Luo took out a locust flower bun from the steamer wearing gloves. Maybe because he had eaten glutinous rice wine buns two days ago, Qin Luo pinched the bun subconsciously. He was a little disappointed to find that the elasticity of the locust flower bun was far less than that of the glutinous rice wine bun, so he broke it open.

Qin Luo blew hard on the steamed bun a few times and tried to open his mouth, but to no avail. He blew for another half a minute, shook it, and when he felt it was okay, he took a bite.

"Brother, your steamed buns are no different from the previous ones, and they're not very sweet." Qin Luo said vaguely, "They're still a little hard. Didn't you make the dough well enough?"

Qin Huai felt that all the steamed buns Qin Luo had eaten over the years were not in vain, and he hit the point right away.

If the dough is well fermented, can this steamed bun be C grade?

"Any other questions?" Qin Huai broke off half of the steamed bun from Qin Luo's hand and took a bite.

Very general.

Only slightly better than Qin Congwen's craftsmanship.

"What else?" Qin Luo chewed it carefully for two more times and asked, "Isn't this just an ordinary steamed bun?"

What this means is how many problems can arise from eating an ordinary steamed bun.

Qin Huai ate in silence.

The biggest problem with locust flower steamed buns is that they are ordinary.

He turned the S-grade locust flower steamed bun into an ordinary steamed bun. Isn’t this a big problem?

"There's something wrong with the fermentation." Qin Huai murmured, "What's so good about fermenting honey?"

Last night Qin Huai studied honey fermentation. Using honey to make dough has a long history. This thing has not been passed down because honey is a substitute in the absence of yeast and it is a substitute made out of helplessness.

Honey dough is difficult to make, and the ratio of honey to flour needs to be strictly controlled. Too much honey will cause dough failure, and the season and temperature factors must also be considered. It is a difficult and ineffective version of the past, and there is a reason why it has not been passed down.

Qin Huai even felt that there was no objective factor in the rollover this time, and it was entirely caused by inadequate skills.

Qin Huai even began to suspect that the unique skill of Qinji Bamboo Shop was the fermented rice steamed buns, rather than the long-lost honey dough. This was because the honey dough required too high a skill level from the chef, and one generation of Qinji Bamboo Shop's successors did not reach the skill level, so it was lost.

Qin Huai was scratching his head.

What should I do? I want to seek help online.

I would like to ask the omnipotent netizens if there are any descendants of Jiang Chengde or Qinji饽饽铺, could they selflessly teach him some techniques for making honey dough to overcome the technical bottleneck.

Qin Huai felt that he had also fallen and actually started to take shortcuts.

As expected, cooking requires more practice.

Qin Huai swallowed the steamed bun in his mouth and started practicing more.

On the other side, Grandma Ding walked with the most brisk steps in the past few days, carrying a large bag of steamed buns and opening the door. "Grandma!" The little granddaughter who loves maple syrup and goat milk rushed over, "Eat steamed buns!"

My little granddaughter is only two years old. She eats steamed buns by holding them in her mouth and can’t speak fluently. She is the one who cries loudly if she can’t get steamed buns at home.

"Grandma bought Miaomiao's favorite steamed buns today. I'll break some for her to eat later!" Grandma Ding took out the Sophora japonica honey steamed buns with a smile and stretched out her hand to her little grandson who was still sitting on the carpet watching cartoons with a silly smile, "Tutu, eat the steamed buns. They're your favorite."

Seeing that her younger brothers and sisters were eating steamed buns, the second granddaughter couldn't stand it anymore and protested loudly: "Grandma, grandma, what about me?!"

"Tingting, we have your favorite milk buckwheat buns, too. When grandma went there, the buns had just come out of the pot. After paying for them, grandma rushed back without stopping. They must be delicious."

The second granddaughter Tingting then happily jumped over to get the steamed buns.

When the eldest granddaughter and the eldest grandson saw that everyone was eating, they felt that they could not lose and ran over to ask for the steamed buns. Grandma Ding was very experienced in this and broke off half of the bun for each child to chew.

Now it was Grandma Ding's husband, Uncle Qiu, who was surprised.

"Master Qin has such a wide variety of flavors today?" Uncle Qiu was choosing among the remaining steamed buns.

Grandma Ding smiled mysteriously and kept breaking the steamed buns with her hands, trying to break them into the smallest pieces to prevent her little granddaughter from choking.

"Do you think I took those two bottles of locust flower honey for nothing yesterday? Master Qin is very smart. I knew he must have forgotten about it the past two days. When I peeked into the kitchen a few days ago, the jar of locust flower honey I gave him wasn't even out."

"As soon as I took it over yesterday, Chef Qin made all the flavors for our little ancestors. He knows everything. He listens to our conversations over tea and chat after work in the afternoon and he writes them down." Grandma Ding's words were full of praise for Qin Huai.

"Speaking of drinking tea, did you know that the cafeteria was giving away herbal tea today? I heard that it was given away for purchases over 25 yuan. How come you bought so many steamed buns but didn't bring back a cup?" Uncle Qiu's thoughts were very jumpy.

"What herbal tea? I asked you to take Tutu and the others downstairs for a walk, but you were lazy and didn't go out?" Grandma Ding's eyes suddenly became sharp. "The herbal tea was so bad that it almost spread to the community across the street. Lao Xu said that Luoluo made the herbal tea. He saw it with his own eyes when he was having breakfast this morning."

"Luoluo is a very cute child, but his cooking skills are far inferior to his brother's. But I heard that Luoluo's hand-beaten lemon tea is pretty good, and people in the neighborhood committee are already drinking it. If you want to drink it, go buy it yourself. It's so hot and you want me to make a special trip to you just for a cup of drink."

As she spoke, Grandma Ding had already broken the steamed bun in her hand.

Grandma Ding was seen coaxing her little granddaughter Miaomiao in a gentle voice, asking her to open her mouth and stuffing the steamed bun into her mouth.

Miaomiao half-held and half-bite the thing with her ungrown teeth. After holding it for a while, she suddenly burst into tears.

"It's not Manman, it's not Manman!" Miaomiao's crying voice echoed throughout the living room.

Grandma Ding panicked, took a sip herself, and confirmed: "It's maple syrup goat milk, that's the taste!"

"No, no!" Miaomiao continued to cry, "I want to go forward, forward."

At this time, the second granddaughter, who had already eaten half of the steamed bun, also said: "Grandma, the steamed buns from the day before yesterday were delicious."

"The day before yesterday, the day before yesterday." The little grandson parroted.

A few minutes later, all the children started clamoring for the fermented glutinous rice steamed buns from the day before, including the eldest grandson who loved mung bean cakes and the eldest granddaughter who loved date cakes.

Grandma Ding: It’s a waste of time. The locust flower honey is given away for nothing. May the world be destroyed.

Mr. Qiu, who has severe hearing loss and is very receptive to the crying of his grandchildren, said while chewing a steamed bun: "I also think the fermented glutinous rice steamed buns from the day before yesterday are more delicious."

"you shut up!"

(End of this chapter)