Two bowls of small 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 served in a white porcelain bowl and seasoned with seaweed and garnished with chopped green onion looked as beautiful as a painting.

The skin of another bowl of wontons is equally thin, and you can even see the meat filling inside through the wrinkled skin. You can see what the fillings are with the naked eye. In addition to the regular seaweed, chopped green onion, the white porcelain bowl also has shrimp and

Egg skins and various colors are put together in a bowl and look very bright next to the bubble wontons.

Qin Luo, who had already eaten two five-cube buns and two three-cube buns, swallowed furiously.

At this moment, she especially wanted to say to Qin Huai: Brother, I think Brother Zheng is more reliable than Uncle Zheng, how about you become your teacher?

"The ones on the left are bubble wontons, and the ones on the right are crepe wontons." Zheng Siyuan said, "Both kinds of wontons are delicious."

"Because we don't have enough time, the fillings and dough are the same. The bubble wontons are made from lard soup base dripping with sesame oil. This is roughly the amount per bowl. The specific pricing is up to you."

"Taste it?"

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

I took a spoonful of small wontons and put them into my mouth along with the soup, without chewing much.

Qin Luo almost burst into tears.

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

Zhao Rong thought about Qin Luo's undecided high school, and she wanted to beat her daughter in front of outsiders.

When the first bowl of bubble wontons and crepe wontons came out of the pot, it was already 7 o'clock in the morning.

At this time, the first batch of people rushed to eat steamed buns early, and the customers had already gone home after eating. There were only a few loyal customers in the store, like Uncle Xu and Uncle Cao, who lived in this community or the community next door and didn’t have to go to work.

Don't worry, you have to go wherever you go, why not sit in the cafeteria chatting and bragging, and drink some hand-made lemon tea when you are thirsty.

There are no signs for crepe wontons and bubble wontons in the store, but there are signs for wontons and shrimp wontons.

"Sister Xi, go find the sign for the shrimp wontons and hang it up. Use a cloth to stick the word shrimp on it and say that the new wontons are on sale for a limited time." Qin Huai stood at the door of the kitchen and said loudly.

This is not the first time this kind of thing has happened in the cafeteria. There were so many kinds of buckwheat steamed buns dropped in the afternoon. How can I list them one by one? They are all new steamed buns and are on sale for a limited time.

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

The elders who were talking about their children and grandchildren studying and working suddenly became energetic.

Xu Tuqiang sat up straight in an instant, and while Qin Huai was still standing at the door of the kitchen, he asked loudly: "Master Xiao Qin, are there any wontons now?"

Qin Huai was a little surprised: "Grandpa Xu, you drank a bowl of mung bean soup this morning, and ate two baskets of five-cube buns and one basket of three-cube buns. When we were chatting just now, I saw with my own eyes that you drank a cup of hand-made lemon tea and a cup of soy milk.

I also ate a tea egg, can you eat the wontons?"

Xu Tuqiang didn't expect Qin Huai to pay so much attention to him. He was so moved that he wanted to send a message to Moments to record the wonderful conversation just now, and said loudly: "I can eat it."

His voice was as firm as if he wanted to join the party.

Qin Huai shook his head and said that he did not understand these morning exercises. He returned to the cooking table and told Zheng Siyuan to cook only half a bowl of wontons for Uncle Xu in secret, and the rest would be supplied to Uncle Xu tomorrow to avoid overstuffing him.

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

Zheng Siyuan started cooking wontons and watched Qin Huai make fermented steamed buns.

"Your technique for fermented steamed buns is a bit similar to mine." Zheng Siyuan said, "My father taught me my technique, and my father learned his technique from his master."

"Yeah." Qin Huai said, "I learned this craft from Dim Sum Encyclopedia, right?"

"Yes, that's right." Qin Luo nodded while holding the bowl and eating, "My brother has never been able to make fermented steamed buns before. Some time ago, he made buckwheat steamed buns every day. Maybe he got the hang of it after making too many steamed buns, so he made fermented steamed buns all at once.

Extremely delicious!”

Zheng Siyuan:……

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

These damn talented parties.

"The key to making fermented steamed buns is temperature." Qin Huai also shared enthusiastically, "The temperature of the fermented rice, the temperature of the kneading dough, and the fermentation temperature are all important. And according to my experience, do not use a juicer to crush the fermented rice, but mash it manually.

The filtering effect will be better.”

Zheng Siyuan nodded, saying that he had learned it and would go back and try it when he had time.

At around 8 o'clock, Zheng Da, who had not been a pastry chef for many years, arrived at the cafeteria, changed his clothes and went to work.

At this point, the regular customers of Yunzhong Canteen thought that the two pastry chefs Qin Huai had mentioned before had arrived at work.

Everyone spoke highly of the craftsmanship of the two new pastry chefs, saying it was delicious, loved to eat, and even skipped work to eat it.

But what everyone didn't know was that the two Master Zheng soon had the same confusion as Master Xiao Qin.

Why can’t this Sophora japonica steamed bun be made to a high standard?

Zheng Siyuan had the same idea as Zheng Da. There were no big problems with Qin Huai's skills, techniques, and production process, but the finished product was not up to his level.

To put it simply, Qin Huai's level is B~B-level. If he performs normally and there are no accidents, Qin Huai can make B~B-level snacks.

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 Qin Huai can make B-level dim sum.

Nowadays, Sophora japonica steamed buns only have a C~C- grade taste, which means there is something wrong 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 just moved to the bench and sat on the side to watch. They just had to get a video recorder to record the whole process. After they got home, they watched it frame by frame.

Still can't find the problem.

"It shouldn't be." Zheng Da really had a headache now.

Zheng Da originally thought that with his experience and Zheng Siyuan's talent, it would be easy to solve a small steamed bun.

Now the father and son are trapped by the steamed buns.

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

Zheng Siyuan was silent for a moment and asked: "Can I try making it?"

Zheng Da thinks this is a really good idea. If he doesn’t see any problems, he might as well try it out himself.

Then the plot became that Qin Huai moved a small bench to the side and watched Zheng Da and Zheng Siyuan do it.

The result wasn't very good either.

Zheng Siyuan's big overturn, Zheng Da's small overturn.

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

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

"Siyuan, we will go to the mall later to buy a few more sets of clothes."

“The hotel will be extended for another week.”

"I don't believe it. I still can't make a steamed bun in a week!"

Zheng Siyuan:……

Dad, don't speak too early.
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