Chapter 128 Hot In the afternoon, Qin Huai and Zheng Siyuan boldly tried a crude version of the fruit. Very successful. Very efficient. As long as there is no psychological burden that what you are doing is actually making fruit, look at the snacks in your hands with an inclusive attitude and tell yourself that this fruit is just like this. The shape is not important, as long as you can tell it is a fruit. The color doesn’t matter either, as long as it’s bright enough. As long as you have this mentality, the speed will become very fast. After all, the dough is filled with fillings and rolled into a round shape. Then use a brush to brush the color with beet juice. Anyone can do this simple step, including Chen Huihong. No, Chen Huihong still can't do it. Guoer needs to control the thickness of the dough during the wrapping process, and the filling should not be exposed, the oil should not leak, and the skin should not be too thick. The above are the basic requirements for making buns. The crudely prepared fruit was very popular at the afternoon tasting session.
Because Guo'er is destined to be on the permanent menu. Regardless of whether Qin Huai can make B-level buff Guo'er, this snack will definitely be on the permanent menu. If you can't make it to B level, you have to practice it. You can practice it when it randomly drops in the afternoon, and you can practice it in the regular morning. It's better to give advance notice. Regulars already have experience with this kind of thing. In everyone's opinion, this is how Jiu Niang Mantou becomes famous. First, they dropped randomly in the afternoon, and then they dropped into the permanent pool in the morning. I don’t know how many community residents are still upset and did not cherish the time when the fermented rice dumplings dropped randomly. How great are random drops? New ones are released irregularly during the afternoon time period. It is not during the meal rush hour. It is impossible for all office workers to skip work and come here to stay. If you are lucky enough to find a spot where no one is around, don’t just buy one bag, you can buy two bags! Carrying two big bags of fermented steamed buns, the number of people turning around is twice as high when walking in the community. Not only does he have face, he can also become the hero of the whole family. As long as the steamed buns he bought were not eaten for a day, the legend would spread in the family that the hero rushed into Yunzhong Canteen and brought two big bags of wine-made steamed buns. Not anymore, the good days are gone forever. Jiu Niang Mantou has become a permanent store and is sold every morning. Residents in the community are grabbing it, office workers are grabbing it, students going to school are also grabbing it, and even passers-by are grabbing it. Basically, the steamed buns are gone as soon as they come out of the pan. Let alone two bags, they are not allowed to buy even one bag. Now limited to the first batch of steamed buns in the morning, each person can only buy two per day. Why are people named Ding so hated? Isn't it because she can always walk around the community with a bag of rice wine and steamed buns thanks to the nectar of the locust tree? Carrying a bag of fermented steamed buns, she was walking around the community. Qiuhuhu hadn’t left yet, and she wasn’t afraid of dying from the heat on a day of more than 30 degrees. Ever since, on the first day of trying Guoer, the people in the neighborhood next door who didn't understand the business were still waiting and watching, while the residents of Yunzhong Community had already begun to call their friends and queue up to buy it. Throughout the afternoon, there was a long queue in the cafeteria, full of loyal customers waiting to eat their fruits. By coincidence, Qu Jing, who was working the day shift, came home from get off work just in time for the last batch of fruits to be released. Also the best batch. The fillings in the previous batches were all fried by Qin Huai. Not to say they were overturned, at least they were mediocre. Qin Huai felt uncomfortable when frying stuffing because he had basically never touched a spatula in so many years. It feels like your mother beats you with a clothes hanger all the time. Suddenly changing the feel of the rolling pin will definitely not work. But the skill to beat you up exists. With a little adaption, a rolling pin can beat you like a clothes hanger.
In the same way, Qin Huai's Huo Hou has truly reached the intermediate level. Although the intermediate level is not high, it is at least better than when he was a beginner. Moreover, Qin Huai practices fire every day. He practices a lot during this period, and there is no chance that he will overturn. If someone thinks that Qin Huai's fried stuffing is overturned, it must be because he has just eaten Zheng Siyuan's fried stuffing. Qin Huai practiced Guoer in the afternoon to practice fire and fingering. For this reason, he didn't even drink the soup and ignored Master Huang's online class. Master Huang didn't care much about this. Zheng Siyuan had already implemented on-site teaching, so it didn't matter if he stopped the online class and went fishing happily. The previous batches of fruits made with Qinhuai's stir-fried stuffing all had a miserable D grade. The slightly better D+ and C grades were not even higher. Although the D-level snacks are a bit shabby, Guoer's foundation is good enough. It is a Class B. It was made into Class D due to lack of technology. It is not an ordinary Class D, but a delicious Class D. In addition, Qinhuai sells it cheaply. The size and weight of the fruit are right there. It is about the size of an apple and is filled with meat fillings. It smells delicious when it is freshly steamed. Because it is a practice trial, the random price is only 10 yuan. For one dollar, no diners rushing to buy will leave negative reviews. Of course, the last batch cannot be sold at such a cheap cost price. The last batch was stuffing fried by Zheng Siyuan, and as expected, Qin Huai saw the grade while still in the steamer without opening the lid. [Apple noodle fruit C grade] As expected of Zheng Siyuan, he is an all-rounder with an academic background. If the C-level fruit only sells for 10 yuan, it will be a shame for the stuffing that Zheng Siyuan cooked by himself. Qin Huai said to the diners outside the window: "Everyone, now is the last batch of fruits. The price of this batch of fruits is slightly more expensive, 25 yuan each, and there are 35 in total. Please queue up to buy, Sister Xi, please send me your message Please place your number, there is no need to queue for those after the 35th.” Some diners who actually passed by and queued up to buy asked: "Why is this batch so expensive? Wasn't it only sold for 10 yuan just now?" No one answered him. Everyone swarmed up and queued up. The person who got the number 35 was an office worker who boldly skipped work after hearing that there would be a permanent random drop this afternoon. The office worker almost cried with joy and squatted down holding the number plate. Come down and cry. Of course, only a small part of the reason why he cried bitterly was because he grabbed the number plate. The main reason was because he just checked the message on his mobile phone and found out that he had been caught skipping work and had been deducted 200 yuan. After the number plates were distributed, some diners who were unwilling to grab the number plates slowly explained to passers-by: "This means that the last batch of fruits are worth the price." "Huh?" The passerby didn't understand. Aren't they all selling the same thing? I didn't hear that the taste was changed. "Are you new here?" The aunt who didn't get the number plate looked out the window with a hint of sadness, "Master Xiao Qin, who makes the fruit, is the owner of this store and doesn't know how to set prices. Now is his time to practice snacks. What snacks are sold are random. If you are in a good mood, sell them. If you are in a bad mood, keep them for yourself. " "He has always set prices randomly. For the same thing, if it is delicious, it will be sold more expensive, if it is generally cheaper, if it is not delicious, it will be given away for free." "There are also free gifts!" passers-by were surprised. The aunt forced a smile: "When you eat for free, you will know what it means to be cheap but not good." "I will never forget the bowl of duck soup that Xiao Ou drank." Passerby:? Although I didn't grab a number plate, passers-by were still curious about the difference between the 25-yuan fruit and the 10-yuan fruit, so they sat in the store and watched others eating. The waiter quickly bagged the fruits one by one, and just as he was packing them, Qu Jing opened the door and came in. Qu Jing is also considered a celebrity among the diners. All the adults who come often know her. When they see her come in, those who didn't get a number card say hello warmly. "Dr. Qu is here. I didn't see you this morning." "Aunt Huang, I work the day shift today, so I didn't come in the morning." "Xiao Qu, you have finally caught up. Master Xiao Qin is selling new snacks this afternoon. He said he will sell them regularly in the morning after practicing. The previous ones were sold for 10 yuan, but now this batch is sold for 25!"
After hearing what everyone said, Qu Jing walked quickly to the window, took a curious look inside, and saw the ugly fruit. Qu Jing:… Why is Master Xiao Qin's aesthetics so weird? What is this round thing with one red and one white part? Red fruit? "Hey, Qu Jing, you came at the right time. I just sent a message to Mr. Luo, asking him to ask Zhang Shumei to come get some snacks. Since you are here, just help me deliver them to him." Qin Huai said. "Okay." Qu Jing nodded, not minding running errands, "It just so happens that I haven't seen Mr. Luo today, so I'll come and visit." Qin Huai gave Qu Jing two fruits. Qin Huai kept five of the last batch of fruits, one for Ouyang, one for Chen Huihong, one for Luo Jun, and two for Luoluo. The fruit is big, so Huihui doesn’t have to leave one alone, she can just nibble on Chen Huihong’s. Now that Qu Jing is here, just in time to catch up, Qin Huai moved the one that was originally going to Qin Luo to Qu Jing. "By the way, last time you said in the hospital that you wanted to eat glutinous rice cakes with date paste and yam flavor. I've been a little busy these two days and haven't had time to make them. I'll do some more research in the next two days when I have a little free time. I remember you have a night shift the day after tomorrow, right? Send me a message before you come the day after tomorrow, and I'll prepare it in advance," Qin Huai said. Qu Jing took the packed Guo'er and wanted to put a larger bag on it. Guo'er touched her elbow while putting the bag on. Even though she was wearing long sleeves and a layer of paper bag over her head, Qu Jing was still burned so hard that she almost screamed when she shrank her hands on the spot. "They are all freshly cooked, be careful not to burn them." Qin Huai was startled by Qu Jing's reaction, "Would you like to rinse them with cold water? Isn't it burnt?" Qu Jing breathed in. The mask covered most of her face and her expression could not be seen. Judging from her movements and eyes, she must have been burned. Qu Jing shook his head: "No, there shouldn't be any burns. It's because I have a keen sense of pain. How could I get burned if it's not boiling water? I'm going to deliver the fruit. I'll come back later to get other snacks and tangerine peel tea." After saying that, Qu Jing left. Qin Huai glanced at the other people. Some of them were greedy and couldn't wait to start eating. They inhaled while eating, and even danced more exaggeratedly while eating. Fruits that have only been left out of the pan for a minute or two are definitely hot. But it's not so exaggerated. Touching your elbow is like having boiling water poured on it. "What's wrong?" Zheng Siyuan found Qin Huai in a daze, "It's time to pack up and get off work. I think there is something wrong with the stuffing just now. I will study it again when I get back." "It's nothing." Qin Huai murmured, "I was just thinking, are there really people who are so afraid of pain?" (End of chapter)