In order to let Uncle Wang have better memories, Qin Huai brought another plate of steamed buns to Uncle Wang and let him eat while reminiscing.

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

Everyone pricked up their ears and thought they could hear some shocking words:...

"The overall feeling of the steamed buns is different. When you open the steamer, you will feel that it smells like this. The steamed buns are particularly fragrant and have a very strong smell of steamed buns. Do you understand what I am saying, Master Xiao Qin? The fragrance is like rice wine.

The aroma of the wine and the aroma of the steamed buns are mixed together, making me salivate just by smelling it."

"I remember that at that time, state-owned hotels only sold wine on Sundays when they were closed. One batch would be batched at 7 a.m. and another batched at 11 noon. On Sundays, the streets would be packed with water, and many children would go there to join in the fun, not just for the sake of it.

I buy steamed buns just to satisfy my craving while standing on the street corner and smelling them.”

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

"It's chewier, softer, and more fragrant. The sweetness of the rice wine is as if it has penetrated into the steamed buns, and it only tastes like the aroma of the wine without any strange smell. I remember that at that time, most people praised Master Jing for his good dough kneading skills. We

The factory buyer Xue was on a business trip, and his wife bought him three steamed buns and put them in his bag to eat on the train. The steamed buns were pressed down all night, and when he took them out, they swelled up again. Do you think it's awesome?"

Xu Tuqiang, who had already finished eating the steamed buns and started drinking soy milk, snorted: "You're bragging, how could a steamed bun still puff up after being pressed all night, and it would have turned into a pancake long ago."

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

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

Uncle Wang shook his head: "The kitchen of the state-owned hotel does not allow anyone to enter. It would be great if we can queue up to the door of the store. How could we have seen how it is done?"

Qin Huai thought about it and thought so. This kind of dough kneading and baking technique is definitely at the level of family secrets. How could it be easily seen by others.

Qin Huai smiled: "Uncle Wang, thank you. I have been researching fermented steamed buns during this period. If you are free, please come over and try them for me. I remember that you like to eat crab shell roe filled with fresh shrimps, right? What a coincidence.

, this dim sum will be available tomorrow, you can eat it hot right out of the pan if you come on time at 6 o'clock in the morning."

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

Great, his beloved crab shell yellow was finally seen by the company again!

After the uncles and aunties left, Yunzhong Canteen returned to a brief period of desertedness.

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

Admittedly, Uncle Wang's description must be embellished. Anyone who knows Uncle Wang knows that his job as an accountant in a cotton spinning mill in Gusu decades ago is all the memories of Uncle Wang's youth and good memories.

The memories related to Gusu are all beautiful, and they are all blessed by filters and buffed.

Under this filter, it is normal to improve the taste and quality of fermented steamed buns.

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

Qin Huai didn't know whether the secret knowledge of Qin Ji's dumplings had been passed down, but it was inevitable that there were people outside the world.

After finishing the basic meal, Qin Huai made another batch of fermented steamed buns.

This time, he was more serious and meticulous. He used a thermometer to accurately control the temperature in almost every step. He only had to write an experimental report and perform data analysis.

【Jiuniang steamed buns B-】

Still a little worse.

But what's the difference?

Qin Huai thinks that his dough kneading skills are no worse than Qin Wan in the video tutorial. He also watched the fermentation process throughout the process, and even watched the steaming process. He also watched the video tutorial over and over again to confirm every step.

None were missed.

He admitted that he couldn't compare to Jiang Chengde's amazing cooking skills, so he never even tried Sophora japonica steamed buns.

But you shouldn’t make steamed buns with fermented rice!

I shouldn’t have made this steamed bun a few times and 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.

.

Qin Congwen felt that his precious son Qin Huai seemed a little crazy.

Although Qin Huai has been a little abnormal since more than 20 days ago, and I don't know why he has to compete with buckwheat steamed buns, but it was still normal at that time.

At that time, Qin Huai still insisted on his principle of working two hours and one day off, working two hours and fishing for one hour, getting off work on time at 12 o'clock, and making steamed buns in the afternoon was considered overtime.

But today is very unusual!

Qin Huai didn't rest at all today!

Not only did I not take a break, I didn’t get off work at 12 o’clock on time and go back to take a nap!

I worked from 4 a.m. to 4 p.m., a full 12 hours. Apart from going to the warehouse to isolate myself for dozens of minutes, I was making steamed buns in the kitchen. This was not only abnormal, it was simply crazy.

This is so exciting!

At 4:05 pm, the kitchen has become a restricted area.

Except for Qin Huai who was still guarding the steamer in the kitchen, everyone else was squatting outside the kitchen. The squatting place was not table 9, the best viewing position, 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 leader, gnawed on a steamed bun with a look of surprise on his face, "Did he accidentally drink the quadruple concentrated ice American as soy milk this morning?

Can’t sleep?”

Qin Congwen automatically ignored the second half of Ouyang's sentence and yawned with a sad face: "I have been in the kitchen from 4 o'clock in the morning to now. Have you seen the steamed buns there? It turns out that the steamed buns in the afternoon are all sold by grabbing.

, I will deliver it directly today, each person will receive a bag, and there is still so much left after delivery.”

"If I hadn't been worried about Huaihuai, I would have gone back to bed a long time ago. I couldn't bear it anymore at 3 o'clock. Luoluo went back at 2 o'clock. I guess I can carry it for a while longer until 5 o'clock. By that time Luoluo should have been able to carry it.

Wake up and ask Luoluo to come and pick me up."

"Do you know what is going on in Huaihuai? Did he receive any blow when he was making steamed buns last night when I was away? Someone picked on him? Ridiculed him? Called him a trash? Said he was making steamed buns?

What he did was useless? Say he is inferior to others? Say he is a waste?"

Everyone:......

Why are you so familiar with these sarcastic remarks?

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

Huang Xi nodded: "Yes, Master Xiao Qin suddenly came to the shop yesterday to make fermented rice dumplings, and asked me to find fermented rice dumplings for him. When the steamed buns came out, there were no customers in the shop, and the quantity was not large. We were the only ones.

Several people split it up."

"Yes, yes." An Youyou nodded frantically to prove her innocence, "We all said that the steamed buns are particularly delicious, and they are really delicious. They taste the same as today. Yesterday, the boss's reaction was also normal. Sister Xi asked him

Is the fermented steamed bun a new product in our canteen and should it be put on the shelves in the future? He nodded and said yes, and asked Sister Xi to order the menu."

"Did you feel stimulated by something today?" Chen Huihong, an enthusiastic lady, asked with concern. She turned around and asked 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 has been in the kitchen this afternoon and didn't talk to me."

Chen Huihui, who felt she was about to lose her job and lost her precious job as a food tester, expressed sadness.

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

"I remembered!" Qin Congwen slapped the table, "I thought I heard Uncle Wang say this morning that the steamed buns at Huaihuai are not as delicious as the ones he ate in Gusu when he was young."

"Could it be that you were stimulated by these words?"

Ouyang was even more surprised: "No way, Qin Huai is not a person who will be stimulated by such a few words and works for 12 hours, right?"

If he had known that Qin Huai had this kind of character that would work hard if he put in a little intensity, he would have told Qin Huai when he was in college that the buns you made were not as delicious as the ones in Liu Canteen, so wouldn't he feel good eating buns every day?

"It's not like that." Chen Huihong felt otherwise. "Xiao Qin shouldn't be like this just because of a word. I feel like he was more stimulated by something."

Instantly, a terrible thought came to Qin Congwen's mind.

"Wendy." Qin Congwen murmured, "I knew my lip reading was correct."

"Is it true that our Huaihuai family is dating online, and that foreigner named Wendy wants to eat fermented steamed buns?"

Everyone:???

What the hell?

Qin Huai in the kitchen was unaware of the speculation outside.

If he knew, he would definitely hold up the dough and shout: reject the rumors, start with me, start with asking Qin Congwen to stop reading lips randomly.

Qin Huai guarded the steamer and yawned.

For so many years, he only yawned when he got up early to go to work. For 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 it should be said that I have never felt such a strong sense of frustration.

Qin Huai has never encountered this kind of situation since the first time he kneaded dough in the orphanage.

He always followed what others taught him, followed the recipes and the steps in the tutorials, and after making them, he found that the finished product was not working, and at the same time he discovered that the person, the recipes, and the tutorials were not working, and then he changed it again.

Of course everyone will be happy if he can change for the better, but he can't be blamed if he doesn't.

This feeling of following a tutorial, which is extremely detailed, but not being able to make a finished product is simply unprecedented.

The most important thing is that after doing it so many times, Qin Huai didn't find out where he went wrong.
To be continued...