The first thing I did was to find out

Chapter 56 The key to the problem is to find the key problem

Chapter 56 The key to the problem is to find the key problem
Two bowls of mini wontons.

A bowl of wonton wrappers puffed up like bubbles. The skin was as thin as a cicada's wing and almost pink in color. The wontons, which were seasoned with seaweed and garnished with chopped green onions and served in a white porcelain bowl, looked as beautiful as a painting.

The wonton wrapper in the other bowl was just as thin as a cicada's wing, and you could even see the meat filling through the wrinkled skin. You could tell what the filling was with your naked eyes. In addition to the usual seaweed and chopped green onions, there were also dried shrimps and egg skins in the white porcelain bowl. The various colors put together in a bowl next to the bubble wontons looked very bright.

Qin Luo, who had already eaten two five-piece buns and two three-piece buns, swallowed his saliva frantically.

At this moment, she especially wanted to say to Qin Huai: Brother, I think Brother Zheng is more reliable than Uncle Zheng, why don’t you take Brother Zheng as your master!
"The ones on the left are bubble wontons, and the ones on the right are crepe wontons." Zheng Siyuan said, "Both wontons are delicious."

"Because we don't have enough time, the filling and the dough are the same. The bubble wontons are made with lard soup with sesame oil. This is roughly the amount for a bowl. The specific price is up to you."

"Taste it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Luo took action.

I put a spoonful of small wontons into my mouth along with the soup. I didn't chew it much and it went down my stomach in one gulp.

Qin Luo was about to cry.

"Mom, the wontons made by Brother Zheng are much more delicious than yours!"

Zhao Rong thought about the high school that Qin Luo had not yet decided on, and she wanted to beat her daughter in front of others.

It was already 1 o'clock in the morning when the first bowl of bubble wontons and crepe wontons came out of the pot.

At this time, the first batch of customers who came to eat steamed buns early had already eaten their fill and went home. There were only a few loyal customers in the store, such as Mr. Xu and Mr. Cao, who lived in this community or the next community, and did not have to go to work, so they were bored and went anywhere. They might as well sit in the cafeteria to chat and brag, and if they were thirsty, they could also spend some money to drink some hand-made lemon tea.

There were no signs for crepe wontons or bubble wontons, but there were signs for wontons and shrimp wontons.

"Sister Xi, go find the sign for the fresh shrimp wontons and hang it up. Use a cloth to cover the words 'fresh shrimp' and say that the new wontons are on sale for a limited time." Qin Huai said loudly while standing at the kitchen door.

This is not the first time the canteen has done this. There are so many kinds of buckwheat buns dropped in the afternoon. How can we list them one by one? They are all new buns, on sale for a limited time.

Huang Xi said he understood and went to find the sign.

The old men who were chatting about their children and grandchildren's studies and work instantly became energetic.

Xu Tuqiang sat up straight instantly, and while Qin Huai was still standing at the kitchen door, he asked loudly: "Master Qin, do you have wontons now?"

Qin Huai was a little surprised: "Grandpa Xu, you drank a bowl of mung bean soup this morning, ate two baskets of Wu Ding Bao and one basket of Sanding Bao. Just now when we were chatting, I saw with my own eyes that you drank a cup of hand-made lemon tea, a cup of soy milk, and ate a tea egg. Can you eat wontons?"

Xu Tuqiang didn't expect Qin Huai to pay so much attention to him. For a moment, he was so moved that he wanted to post a circle of friends to record the wonderful conversation just now. He said in a loud voice: "I can eat it."

The voice was so firm that it seemed as if he wanted to join the party.

Qin Huai shook his head to indicate that he didn't understand these uncles who did morning exercises. He returned to the kitchen table and instructed Zheng Siyuan to cook only half a bowl of wontons for Uncle Xu, and give the rest to Uncle Xu tomorrow to prevent him from getting too bloated.

After giving the instructions, Qin Huai continued to make the fermented glutinous rice steamed buns.

Zheng Siyuan started to cook wontons and watched Qin Huai make fermented glutinous rice steamed buns.

"Your technique for making fermented glutinous rice steamed buns is a bit similar to mine," Zheng Siyuan said. "My father taught me how to make them, and he learned how to make them from his master."

"Really?" Qin Huai said, "I learned this skill from Dim Sum Encyclopedia, right Luoluo?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Qin Luo nodded as he ate from the bowl. "My brother was never able to make fermented glutinous rice steamed buns well before, but recently he made buckwheat steamed buns every day. Maybe he got the hang of it after making steamed buns so often, and now he can make fermented glutinous rice steamed buns that taste really good!"

Zheng Siyuan: …

I don’t know why, but he felt very angry when he heard this kind of story.

These damn talented party members.

"The key to making fermented glutinous rice steamed buns is temperature." Qin Huai also enthusiastically shared, "The temperature of the fermented glutinous rice, the temperature of kneading the dough, and the temperature of fermentation are all very important. And according to my experience, the fermented glutinous rice should not be crushed with a juicer. It is better to crush it manually and then filter it."

Zheng Siyuan nodded, saying that he had learned something and would try it out when he had time. At around 8 o'clock, Zheng Da, who had not been a dim sum chef for many years, arrived at the canteen, changed his clothes and went to work.

At this point, the regular customers of Yunzhong Canteen thought that the two dim sum chefs that Qin Huai had mentioned recruiting had arrived for work.

Everyone spoke highly of the cooking skills of the two new dim sum chefs, saying that the food was delicious and they loved it, and would even skip work to eat it.

But what everyone didn’t know was that the two Master Zhengs soon had the same dilemma as Master Qin.

Why can’t I make this locust flower steamed bun to a high standard?
Zheng Siyuan's idea was the same as Zheng Da's. There were no major problems with Qin Huai's skills, techniques, and production process, but the finished product was not up to his standards.

To put it simply, Qinhuai's level is B to B-level. If it performs normally and nothing unexpected happens, Qinhuai can make B to B-level dim sum.

Of course, the specific deliciousness of the dim sum depends on the type and recipe of the dim sum, but there is no doubt that Qinhuai can make B-grade dim sum.

Now the taste of Sophora japonica steamed buns is only C to C- grade, which means there is a problem somewhere.

Not to mention that this steamed bun is an S-level recipe.

The problem is huge.

And the biggest problem now is that we can’t find the problem.

In the afternoon, Qin Huai did it again.

This time, Zheng Da and Zheng Siyuan directly moved a bench and sat on the side to watch. They almost took a video recorder to record the whole process. After returning home, they watched it frame by frame.

Still can't find the problem.

"This shouldn't be the case." Zheng Da was really having a headache now.

Zheng Da originally thought that with his experience and Zheng Siyuan's talent, it would be a piece of cake to make a small steamed bun.

Now the father and son have been captured by Mantou.

"Siyuan, do you have any ideas?" Zheng Da looked at his son.

Zheng Siyuan was silent for a moment, then asked, "Can I try it?"

Zheng Da thought this was a great idea. If he couldn't see any problem, he might as well try it himself.

Then the plot changed to Qin Huai moving a small stool to the side and watching Zheng Da and Zheng Siyuan do it.

The results were not very good.

Zheng Siyuan had a big accident and Zheng Da had a small accident.

The three of them each had a steamed bun and fell into complete silence.

After a long while, Zheng Da spoke: "How about this."