The first thing I did was to find out

Chapter 52 Zheng Da
In the afternoon, Qinhuai practiced making locust flower steamed buns and buckwheat steamed buns as usual, and turned over as usual.

What can I say about things like rollovers? You get used to it after doing it many times.

Watching Ouyang happily leaving with a bag of C-grade locust flower steamed buns, Qin Huai even had the idea that C-grade was no big deal, and that there were people who loved C-grade buns. Maybe S-grade locust flower steamed buns were not as good as C-grade ones, which comforted himself.

After comforting himself, Qin Huai ate a locust flower bun and woke up.

Not as delicious as the B-grade fermented glutinous rice steamed buns.

Maybe the C-class does have a unique flavor, but the tongue won’t lie, and neither will the class.

Except for Ouyang's tongue, this guy really has a unique taste and likes to eat all kinds of weird flavors.

Ouyang still misses the steamed buns with elm bark flavor. If he hasn't eaten them for more than a week, he will take the initiative to talk to Qin Huai about it, trying to get Qin Huai to make him a meal to satisfy his craving.

After the steamed bun selling time in the afternoon ended, Qin Huai did not leave the kitchen, but moved a bench and sat at the door to start studying high school materials.

Yes, research high school.

Halfway through the summer vacation, Qin Luo still hasn't found a high school.

With this unfortunate child's high school entrance examination results, he had no hope of getting into a high school in the city, but Zhao Rong was worried about the high school in the county.

The teaching level of the county high school is obvious to all, and it is getting worse year by year. When Qin Huai was in high school, the county high school could occasionally get one or two 985 students into the top universities, and dozens of students could be admitted to the first-class universities. Every year after the college entrance examination, they would advertise the undergraduate admission rate.

Now, let alone the undergraduate admission rate, even if you get into a 211 university, you can hold up a banner.

Considering Qin Luo's grades and her eagerness to learn, it would be considered hard work for her to go to a county high school and get admitted to a decent junior college.

Zhao Rong has been worrying about Qin Luo's high school for some time. She can't find any connections to get into the high schools in the city, and private high schools are either too far away, too expensive, or unreliable.

Qin Huai heard that Zhao Rong seemed to have found a reliable one two days ago, and Zhao Rong felt a little better. But Zhao Rong drank three bowls of seven-flavor dehumidifying tea and one bowl of five-flower tea yesterday, so Qin Huai could probably guess that the reliable one had become unreliable again.

Since I can't solve the troubles I'm facing, I might as well help my dear mother solve the troubles brought by my younger sister.

Qin Huai began to study seriously.

Qin Huai began to feel confused.

Qin Huai began to doubt whether he had ever received any education.

Qin Huai found that it is really difficult for children nowadays to go to school.

Qin Huai began to be thankful that he was born a few years earlier.

Qin Huai came to the conclusion that every profession has its own expertise and professional matters should be left to professionals, so he decided to study how to overcome the difficulty of making locust flower steamed buns.

Qin Huai put the printed information of various high schools into the file bag on the shelf and went home to rest.

I drank too much hand-made lemon tea in the afternoon and got full, so I skipped dinner and went straight home to eat snacks and play with my phone.

At 5 p.m., two chefs from Yunzhong Canteen stepped into the kitchen on time to prepare for work. One of the attentive chefs found the information on the file bag when he went to get spices from the shelf, and thought that he had forgotten to put it in, so he thoughtfully stuffed the information in.

At six o'clock in the evening, Ouyang, who had been looking for the file bag all afternoon, finally saw the file bag on the shelf in the back kitchen of Yunzhong Canteen. He excitedly took the file bag and handed it to Chen Huihong.

Chen Huihong opened the file bag and found a stack of admission brochures of private high schools in Guangdong Province:?

Are Xiao Ou and Xiao Qin politely asking me to help pick a school for Qin Luo?
Young people nowadays are so thin-skinned. For things like this, they can just say no directly, instead of using so many fancy hints.

Chen Huihong said she understood, and then contacted her brother and asked him to research which private high school had a good reputation.

The next morning, Qin Huai went to work as usual, completely unaware that the enrollment brochure he printed yesterday had disappeared.

Today's snacks are eight-treasure cake, lotus cake, mung bean cake and red bean cake, none of which are the favorites of morning joggers.

The lost Grandpa Cao and the sad Xu Tuqiang sat at table No. 9 eating buns. The remaining two seats were empty, and it was obvious that they were reserved for Grandpa Wang and Chen Juan.

"What's wrong with Wang Laogen? He's not active when eating and has problems with his thinking. Not only does he not go for a morning run, he's also late for meals. It's a waste to reserve such a good seat at table 9 for him. Next time I won't reserve it for him and give it to Lao Luotou." Xu Tuqiang said indignantly, "He's late because Master Qin doesn't give him special meals. What a big shot." Uncle Cao felt that Xu Tuqiang was a little biased. It was hateful that Wang Genqiang could eat the special meals prepared by Master Qin, but he didn't deserve to go to this extent.

Besides, isn’t Lao Luo hateful? His name is Luo Junhui. Putting aside the fact that the free herbal tea was awful, isn’t it hateful that he received free herbal tea twice and posted it on WeChat Moments twice to show off?
As they were talking, Uncle Wang and Chen Juan arrived.

"Wang Laogen, why are you late again?" Xu Tuqiang asked loudly, putting emphasis on the word late.

Uncle Wang's mind was not on Xu Tuqiang at all. He ran straight to the window and said excitedly: "Master Qin, I have good news for you!"

Qin Huai, who was checking how the dough for the fermented glutinous rice steamed buns was fermenting, raised his head slightly.

"Didn't you tell me last time that you wanted to find a master to teach you? I found one for you!" Uncle Wang proudly raised his head to take credit, "Master Jing's apprentice, Master Zheng Da Zheng."

Hearing what Uncle Wang said, Qin Huai hurried to the window.

This is indeed good news. Qin Huai has been making dim sum by himself for so many years. Not only does he not have a master, he doesn't even have any master chefs that he knows.

This model had been working fine before, and Qin Huai hadn't thought there was anything wrong with it. But now he had suddenly hit a bottleneck and couldn't find anyone to ask for advice, so Qin Huai began to feel distressed.

I didn’t expect Uncle Wang to be so reliable. After Master Jing passed away, he helped find Master Jing’s apprentice.

"Is Master Zheng willing?" Qin Huai asked.

"Xiao Zheng is such a nice and warm-hearted person. Last night I asked an old coworker for Xiao Zheng's WeChat and added him as a friend this morning. I have been chatting with Xiao Zheng all the way here. Xiao Zheng said that although he hasn't made dim sum much in recent years, his skills are still there. If you have any questions, just ask him directly."

"Master Qin, let's add each other as WeChat friends first. I'll send Xiao Zheng's WeChat to you." Uncle Wang took out his mobile phone.

Qin Huai went to wash his hands and took out his phone to add a friend.

Under everyone's envious gazes, Uncle Wang received Qin Huai's WeChat and sat down at table No. 9 with his steamed buns.

Uncle Cao, whose teeth were almost broken: ...

He now felt that what Xu Tuqiang said was correct, and Wang Laogen really deserved it.

Qin Huai added Zheng Da’s WeChat, and his WeChat name was “Da Ze Jian Ji Tian Xia”.

Zheng Da passed in seconds.

Qin Huai: Hello Master Zheng, I am Xiao Qin recommended by Grandpa Wang Genqiang. I have a question about the fermentation of steamed buns and would like to ask you. Do you have time now?
If you are successful, you should help the world: Hello, Xiao Qin, if you have time, don’t be shy, just ask me anything.

Qin Huai: Yes, our family has a lost craft of using acacia honey to ferment dough. I have tried several times, but the fermented products are not satisfactory. Do you have any research on honey fermentation?
Zheng Da hesitated for a long time, and it was almost five or six minutes before he sent the message.

If you are successful, you should help the world: Does your family have the skill to use locust flower honey to ferment dough?
Qin Huai: Yes.

[A video call invitation is sent to you by the people of the world]
connected.

The person on the other end of the phone was a middle-aged, slightly overweight man.

"Are you sure that your family's inherited skills are feasible?" Zheng Da frowned slightly.

Qin Huai nodded: "Sure, but it has been lost for many years. I know the general process, but I have never been able to understand the techniques, so I asked Grandpa Wang to help me find an experienced master to learn from."

Zheng Da murmured, "What the master said is actually true. There really is a technique to ferment honey."

Zheng Da thought for a while and said, "When are you free?"

"afternoon."

"Then let's have another video call this afternoon. Adjust your phone so I can watch the whole process of you making noodles. Do you mind?"

"Of course I don't mind."

(End of this chapter)