Chapter 131 The real secret In the kitchen, Zheng Siyuan has already kneaded several pieces of dough. The idle helpers in the welfare home are all familiar faces from last time. Their cooking skills are not very good but their knife skills are not bad. They are all assigned by Zheng Siyuan to cut vegetables. The sound of chopping meat and vegetables can be heard everywhere. Everyone is busy, and at first glance it looks a bit like a big banquet in the countryside. The kitchen of the orphanage also has rural earthen stoves and large pots. Qin Huai plans to challenge it today by using a large pot to stir-fry stuffing. Of course, Qinhuai also has plan B. He asked Dean Qu to prepare a lot of ingredients for cabbage and meat buns, and in the afternoon he called on the children in the welfare home to make some buns together in case of emergency. When frying stuffing, the key is to put the meat in a hot pot and stir-fry it over high heat. Use rough techniques and spoon-turning skills to stir-fry out some of the fat in the filling, then turn to low heat to accurately control the oil. When turning the spoon in the early stage, the fillings should be stir-fried. When controlling the oil in the later stage, the fillings should be stir-fried evenly so that they are even and not scattered. Qin Huai had a complete set of plans for today's stir-fried stuffing in his mind. He said that he was going to the orphanage to find a feeling. Of course it was a lie to Zheng Siyuan, but it was true that he was as comfortable cooking in the orphanage as he was at home. Because he knew that the children in the orphanage would not be picky. Qin Huai picked up the spatula.
He felt that he had found the feeling of playing at home. Pour a large pot of filling into the pot. Zila. Stir quickly. Qin Huai found the right moment and planned to turn the spoon like Zheng Siyuan did yesterday. turn… Qin Huai hurriedly waved the spatula, trying to turn the stuffing in the pot over and over. Zheng Siyuan watched silently from the side and patted the dough, feeling completely calm. When he just saw Qin Huai holding a spatula so confidently, he had a hint of expectation in his heart. He thought that Qin Huai was a sensory and talented player, and he might really perform exceptionally well here. Now. What on earth was he expecting? Not far from Qinhuai, an employee of the welfare home who was chopping cabbage and a colleague who was chopping meat next door exclaimed: "Master Xiao Qin's craftsmanship is really good, and the fried meat smells delicious!" The colleague who chopped meat agreed very much and nodded crazily: "It's been easier these days. The children must be very active in eating. You didn't see it just now. Congcong can't even speak clearly at ordinary times. Even if he is sent to a special school to teach during this period, It’s not that fast. I just saw Master Xiao Qin when I was playing outside, and Brother Bao Bao screamed clearly!” "It would be great if I had Master Xiao Qin's skills. If I could go back to my hometown and open a steamed stuffed bun shop, it would be better than anything else." The Chopped Cabbage employee looked envious. Zheng Siyuan:… Okay, the people here are really very tolerant. It's not unreasonable for Qin Huai to come here specially. Over at Qin Huai, the stuffing in the pot has entered the stewing stage after a mediocre stir-frying. Stewed in a large pot, with the soup stock specially brought by Qin Huai from the canteen, the rich meat aroma spread in the kitchen. Now, not only the cabbage cutter and the meat chopper were amazed, but even Dean Qu showed an incomprehensible expression and quietly asked Zheng Siyuan if this was stuffing for steamed buns and why it was so fragrant.
It’s such a shame that the stuffed buns are so fragrant. Can everyone just eat boiled meat stuffed buns with noodles and kneaded breaded cabbage and meat buns in the evening? It doesn’t matter if there is too much dough. The welfare home also makes steamed buns on a regular basis. It’s the same as saving them for tomorrow. Zheng Siyuan didn't know how to answer, so he could only continue kneading the dough silently. After the stuffing is cooked and allowed to cool slightly, the exciting stage of kneading the fruit comes. After hearing that Qin Huai said that what he and Zheng Siyuan were making was a new product in the canteen, a special red fruit-shaped snack, everyone in the orphanage came over to watch curiously. After spending an afternoon pinching yesterday, Zheng Siyuan and Qin Huai have mastered the perfunctory and quick pinching method. As long as you have an apple in your heart, everything you pinch will become an apple. What? You said the thing I pinched doesn’t look like an apple, it’s just a big round fruit? You're right, this is not Apple. Zheng Siyuan and Qin Huai's fingers flexibly and quickly shaped the dough, almost in the blink of an eye. The shape was slightly irregular in shape and looked a bit like an apple, but the fruit was not visible at all just by looking at the dough. was born. "Wow!" The crowd of onlookers responded with a voice that had never been seen in the world, and the emotional value was full. Zheng Siyuan pinched another one quickly with an expressionless expression. "Wow! It's the same!" The crowd of onlookers once again made a sound that they had never seen before. Zheng Siyuan disrupted the process and asked Qin Huai to hold it first while he mixed the beet juice to color the fruit. The first ugly fruit was born in the hands of Zheng Siyuan. "Wow!" Exclaims came and went. Zheng Siyuan thinks that this business trip is very good, can be extended, and can be done regularly. He suggests that he should go on a regular business trip every Sunday. If Qin Huai feels that the distance is too far, he can drive. Qin Huai looked on and almost couldn't hold back his laughter. Zheng Siyuan is really a white-paint master who really likes customers to give positive reviews directly on the spot. No wonder he was deceived by the disappointed looks of the uncles and aunts in the community. The working hours were getting earlier day by day, from 7 o'clock to 6 o'clock, and the off-duty time was getting later day by day, from 12 o'clock to late after lunch. Make another batch before starting teaching. Qin Huai cooperated very well and gave up the last highlight moment to Zheng Siyuan. He was only responsible for pinching the fruit and practicing fingering, leaving all the coloring work to him. For such an ugly fruit, the employees of the welfare home could burst into such genuine cheers. It can be seen that it is not easy for Director Qu to lure a volunteer, and everyone really wants Zheng Siyuan to stay. After making the first batch of fruits, Qin Huai and Zheng Siyuan divided the work again, one seasoning the bun filling and the other kneading the bun noodles to be softer. The staff of the welfare home also performed their duties. Dean Qu went to arrange the table and mobilized the children to come over and make buns together later. As a result, Dean Qu, the mobilizer, never came back. The bun fillings and bun wrappers were all ready in the kitchen, but the only thing missing was the child making the buns, and Dean Qu was not seen back. The staff of the welfare home called Director Qu but did not answer the phone. "Did Dean Qu, a new caring person, suddenly come to receive us? Dean Qu usually doesn't look at his mobile phone when chatting with us," someone speculated. "Let me go to Dean Qu's office to take a look. I just took the documents and put them in the car. I just forgot to pick up the documents. I have seen those documents and Mr. Luo hasn't read them yet." Qin Huai said. A staff member even pointed the way to the dean's office for Qin Huai, for fear that he would go wrong. Then he continued to praise Zheng Siyuan.
"Wow, little Master Zheng, you roll the buns so well, they feel different when you hold them in your hands!" Qin Huai: ...if I keep praising him, I will really praise Zheng Siyuan as a resident volunteer. Very good, another advantage in dating, it is really caring. Qin Huai walked towards the dean's office. The door of the office was ajar. He probably closed it and opened it again. The door seemed to be older than Qin Luodu. It was normal for him not to close it carefully. There was the sound of someone talking inside. Qin Huai walked to the door and was about to knock twice when he heard that the two people talking were actually very familiar to him. It's Qu Jing. "Why did you start again?!" Dean Qu's tone was a sharp rebuke that Qin Huai had never heard before. Perhaps realizing that his tone was too harsh, Dean Qu took a long breath and slowed down. "Have you written a paper recently?" Qu Jing said nothing. "Hasn't it been a long time since you made friends with Xiao Qin and the others? Didn't you tell me that you go to Xiao Qin's shop every day to buy snacks and tangerine peel tea? You feel much happier and the situation has improved a lot. ?” "Xiao Qin told me last time that he wanted to introduce you to a partner. I thought that if your condition improves and is completely cured, medical treatment is so advanced now that burns can be repaired and scars can be repaired. You should be able to do this too. " "You are still young now. There are many people who get married in their 30s. Jingjing, you will be able to live a normal life one day." "Why are you..." Dean Qu said, his voice choked up. Qu Jing just said in a low voice: "I'm sorry, Mother Qu, I'm a monster." "Don't say that. It's my fault. I didn't take you to the hospital when you were sick when you were a child. It was me who dragged you into this state." Qin Huai was a little confused outside the door. He couldn't understand the conversation inside. What was wrong with Qu Jing? Is she really allergic to UV rays? Qin Huai moved slightly towards the crack of the door and quietly peeked inside. The scene before him shocked him completely and left him speechless. Qu Jing didn't wear gloves. There were no sunscreen sleeves, and the long sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, exposing the arms. The backs of her hands, wrists and arms were all covered with scars that looked like cuts. There are old and new scars, new scars are stacked on top of old scars, and the pink scars are sinuous and sinister, making the exposed skin look very scary. Some parts of the arms even look uneven, as if a piece of flesh has been gouged out. The latest one should be on the arm, wrapped with a bandage. Judging from the location, it should be the place where Guoer was burned yesterday. Qin Huai knew that he seemed to have seen Qu Jing's real secret. He also knew that he was facing an irreversible choice. Either pretend not to know, or knock on the door, pretend like you just arrived, and just push the door open with quality but not much. Qin Huai took a long breath quietly and calmed down.
I just don't know if my relationship with Qu Jing is adequate, but Qu Jing's obsession is like this. Without a strong dose of medicine, I probably won't be able to achieve it in this life. At this rate of self-mutilation, Qin Huai was afraid that Qu Jing would one day commit suicide by slitting her wrists. Qin Huai knocked on the door twice. "Dean Qu." Without giving the people inside time to react, Qin Huai pushed the door open and entered. (End of chapter)