Chapter 191 Are all the male protagonists in your system like this? (Thanks to the leader of Daxia Loves Hamburger Bao for the tip!) That night, Qin Huai ate the Xiaozao staff meal specially made by Dong Li for him - fried eel paste, eight-treasure tofu and steamed sea bass. What a colorful day! At night, Qin Huai watched Sandingbao's instructional video again before going to bed, then closed the game panel and fell asleep. At around 7 o'clock in the morning on the second day, Qin Huai was woken up by his biological clock on time. After briefly washing up and changing clothes, I first ate an orange from the fruit plate, then took out the cheese sticks I bought yesterday from the refrigerator and ate two of them, before slowly going out. When closing the door, Qin Huai looked next door and at the corridor, and realized belatedly that Gong Liang was still enjoying Fenyuan in Peiping at this time, and there was no one next door. Qin Huai was still not used to not meeting Gong Liang when he went out in the morning. During the month of making crab roe Shaomai, Qin Huai not only became familiar with Gong Liang, but also became familiar with Gong Liang's wife and children. Gong Liang's first wife was said to have divorced three times and married four times in order to have wedding banquets at Huangji Restaurant with him. It was Xiao Guo who Qin Huai heard Gong Liang's mother mention in his memory. He was originally dating someone else, but due to an unexpected incident at Gong Liang's family, he had to break up due to practical issues. Guo Mingzhu.
To be honest, this Ms. Guo is also a strange person. Like Gong Liang, she was a very rare only child in that era. Thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi, the plot of Mo bullying the young man into poverty did not happen to her, but to her parents. According to Guo Mingzhu, she did not agree to break off the engagement after Gong Liang's father suffered a stroke, but her parents felt that the Gong family was a fire pit and did not want their daughter to jump into it, so they went to her workplace to find her boss to let her perform in other places. By the way, Guo Mingzhu was a dancer in an art troupe when she was young. Then Guo's father and mother went to Gong Liang's house to break off the engagement while Guo Mingzhu was out of town. When Guo Mingzhu came back, all the matters were discussed, and then there was the cliche plot of asking for leave from her employer and being locked up at home without being allowed to go out. Just when Guo Mingzhu thought she was about to become the heroine of a tragic drama, Gong Liang went to a trade fair, negotiated an unprecedented big deal for the silk weaving factory, and returned gloriously. Gong Liang instantly became a hot commodity in the silk weaving factory, and the matchmaker who proposed marriage to him almost broke the threshold of his family. Just when Guo's father and Guo's mother regretted it at home and performed a series of skits about the behavior of a gold-worshiping female partner with their parents, Gong Liang and Gong's mother came to try to save the marriage. In real life, there are so many cool plots with pretense and slap in the face. From the perspective of Gong Liang and Gong's mother, the Guo family is in good condition. Guo Mingzhu is a dancer in the art troupe. She is young, beautiful and popular, but she is reluctant to marry her daughter and suffer hardships. It is also reasonable. Before, I didn't have the conditions to come to her to try to save her, but now that I have the conditions, I have to hurry up and try to get her back. What if Guo Mingzhu really goes on a blind date and gets married to someone else. The above contents were all narrated vividly by Guo Mingzhu when she visited Qin Huai's house in the evening while holding the freshly stewed mutton soup. Nowadays, Guo Mingzhu can no longer see the demeanor of the heroine who was a man who wrote a lot of books when she was young. She has become a middle-aged slightly fat woman. Even the cosmetic surgery on the corners of my eyes cannot completely eliminate the wrinkles. My skin is still fair and fair, and my temperament is still good. My daily hobbies are doing beauty treatments, watching TV series, and shopping with my daughter. By the way, Gong Liang and Guo Mingzhu have a twin girl. The daughter is a fashion designer, and the son is learning to take over the family's silk business. This time Gong Liang and his wife only took their daughter with them to Peking because the son had to stay in Gusu to work. Compared to Gong Liang's thick skin, Guo Mingzhu is a little thinner. She can't carry a bench and sit in front of Huang Ji's kitchen to eat snacks. Gong Liang usually packs the food for Guo Mingzhu to take back after eating. At first, Guo Mingzhu was very opposed to Gong Liang's move. Later she had a bowl of chicken noodle soup. Later, Guo Mingzhu fell in love with visiting neighbors. At five or six o'clock in the afternoon, she would knock on the neighbor's door with freshly made hot soup and cooked fruits, asking whether the staff of Chef Xiao Qin next door had enough to eat. No dessert. Qin Huai remembered that Guo Mingzhu also loved eating crab roe shaomai. The two tastes are really consistent. After ending the memories of Shui Zishu, Qin Huai went to Huang Ji.
Zheng Siyuan is already making wontons. It's still crepe wontons and bubble wontons. This persistence, this single-mindedness, this perseverance that can really make the same snack every day, makes Qin Huai feel ashamed after seeing it. "Have you never thought about making a different snack in the morning?" Qin Huai went to see today's soup. "I'm used to it." Zheng Siyuan said, "I think my crepe wontons and bubble wontons are not good enough. I usually don't sell wontons when I open a pastry shop. Now that I have the opportunity, I must practice until I am satisfied." Qin Huai wanted to ask how satisfied Zheng Siyuan was. He has always been curious. Qin Huai has a very clear understanding of his own satisfaction. He is very clear about his level and the limit of what he can achieve with his current level. Coupled with the numerical visualization of the game system, Qin Huai can evaluate his own strength to a terrifyingly accurate level. Qin Huai had always thought that everyone was like this. But after coming to Huang Ji, Qin Huai found that it didn't seem to be the case. Dong Shi was very unaware of his own strength. He often takes on challenges that exceed his own capabilities and then overturns, not realizing what is wrong with him for the first time. Then it overturns, then overturns, and continues to overturn, thus starting the cycle of overturning again and again. After working on it for a week or two, I realized that it was my lack of strength that caused the overturn, and I finally gave up. This cycle of getting to know yourself is very long. Sometimes Qin Huai looks on and wants to ask, Dong Shi, don't you really know how far your cooking skills have come? You obviously only have advanced knife skills, why do you have to challenge the master Wensi Tofu? Then Qin Huai discovered that this problem not only appeared in Dong Shi, but also in Wang Jun, Qi Tian, and even Huang Jia. Only then did Qin Huai realize that not every chef can know his own level well. Qin Huai thought for a moment and asked directly: "What level of satisfaction do you mean?" Zheng Siyuan was stunned for a moment, paused for two seconds, and then continued to wrap the wontons: "That's the level of satisfaction." "I think it's okay. I've been practicing this snack for so long and it's worthy of my efforts. I can make it well. It won't be embarrassing if others know it. I'm satisfied." Qin Huai nodded. He felt that Zheng Siyuan's standards were the same as his own. "What about you?" Zheng Siyuan asked, "I see you have practiced so many snacks over and over again during this period, such as chicken noodle soup, sophora flower steamed buns, crab roe shaomai, fruit, Yuanmeng sesame cakes, and even stewed pigeons with gastrodia elata. Have you practiced to a level you are satisfied with?" Now it was Qin Huai's turn to be stunned. Qin Huai thought for a while and felt that making up an excuse was a bit too fake, so he might as well explain it directly. Anyway, Zheng Siyuan knew that he often imagined that he had a system. When he was in Yunzhong Canteen, Zheng Siyuan also saw him squatting in the corner of the kitchen when he clicked on the game panel to check the recipes. There was nothing he couldn't say. Qin Huai said bluntly: "I've basically practiced it. It's like this. In the system I imagined, I graded and defined each dish, and graded my various levels..." Five minutes later— Zheng Siyuan was completely stunned. He didn't even want to make wontons. He just looked at Qin Huai quietly, with question marks all over his face. Qin Huai, the initiator of all this, rubbed his face very calmly, and when he saw Zheng Siyuan looking at him, he asked: "Do you understand what I just said?"
Zheng Siyuan: "...I can understand." But don't accept it. Zheng Siyuan never thought that the system imagined by Qin Huai himself would be so practical. How did Qin Luo accept all this after so many years? Is it because Qin Luo's receptive ability is so good that Qin Huai's thoughts become more and more outrageous? There are actually people who practice dim sum like this. Is it because he didn't improve as fast as Qin Huai because he didn't imagine that he had a system to rate his own dishes? Zheng Siyuan fell into deep thought. Qin Huai didn't know that his simple words had greatly shocked Zheng Siyuan, so he made chicken noodle soup as usual. At half past eight, Huang Ji had breakfast as usual. Everyone in the kitchen was happily holding chicken noodle soup, feeling from the bottom of their hearts that it was so happy to have a hot bowl of chicken noodle soup in the morning! What everyone in Huang Ji's kitchen didn't know was that their happiness had just begun. Today Qinhuai’s menu is very simple: fermented steamed buns and sandwich buns. Qin Huai originally only wanted to make Sanding Bao, but the fermented glutinous rice buns are of great significance to Huang Ji. Not making fermented fermented steamed buns feels a bit sorry for Huang Ji's regular diners. Anyway, fermented steamed buns are simple and can be regarded as the most stable B-level buff dish that Qin Huai can make now. It’s quite tiring to make Sanding Bao all the time, so interspersed with making fermented steamed buns can adjust your mood. Qin Huai feels that he has gone a little crazy in making three-packs recently. What can I say, I like it very much. I didn’t feel this way when I made crab roe siomai before. When making crab roe siomai, Qin Huai's state was more to practice and complete the task. But Qin Huai really likes it when making sandwich buns. I like it so much that after finishing making three-pack every day, I still watch the instructional video several times before going to bed. Like it so much. Qin Huai thinks that his true nature still likes to make this kind of meat-filled breakfast snacks. Don't ask, Qin Luo likes to eat them. Qin Huai kneaded the dough happily. Have fun mixing the stuffing. He happily directed Wang Jun to cook the stuffing. There was even a leisurely and elegant sneak peek at Dong Shiqie's Ding. Dong Shi's knife skills are really good, much better than Pei Xing and Li Hua, and his cuts are well-proportioned and beautiful. Qin Huai is not sure whether it can help with the taste, but it will definitely help with the styling. If any diners are really bored and want to break open the buns to see what the fillings are like when eating steamed buns, they will find that the bun fillings are really beautiful.
Huang Ji's kitchen operates in an orderly manner, and everyone performs their duties. At ten o'clock in the morning, the first batch of three-packed buns came out of the pot. Qin Huai looked at the steamer, a little surprised. 【Three-pack B+ grade】 He has been doing Sanding Bao for so many days, and he has always been at level B, which is frighteningly stable. At this moment, Qin Huai deeply realized that teamwork is really important. Professional teams and grass-roots teams are different. Dong Shi moved forward curiously: "Are the buns ready? Can I have one first?" "Eat!" Qin Huai said cheerfully, "Everyone, try it and see if my understanding of Sanding Bao has improved in the past few days." The helper, who did not have a name, quickly stepped forward, opened the steamer, quickly took out the buns, and distributed one to each person. Everyone was a little surprised by Qin Huai's sudden enthusiasm. Although Qin Huai seldom makes three-inch buns in Huang Ji, five-inch buns are made every day. Everyone works in the kitchen, and they can eat them at any time by reporting to Huang Jia or Qin Huai when they are hungry. In a sense, steamed buns are far less rare than chicken noodle soup, because chicken noodle soup can only be eaten for breakfast, and each person is limited to one bowl. Dong Shi seemed to be really hungry. He blew on the bun and took a bite. "hiss-" Dong Shi was so burned that he took a breath of cold air. "hiss-" Dong Shi was so shocked that he took another breath of cold air. Dong Li looked helplessly at his unlucky brother, and couldn't help complaining: "Is it that hot?" "Hiss—" Dong Shi was still taking a breath, "Brother, this bun, Qin Huai, bun, this, this is too, no, he..." Dong Li:? His brother was burned to death? Dong Li cautiously blew in twice more and slowly took a bite. "Kouqi—" Dong Li almost hissed. Dong Shi nodded frantically: "Brother, do you understand? This bun is too big, Qin Huai..." Just cheat. Dong Li helped Dong Shi say what he had not said in his heart. Dong Li chewed the bun again. Delicious buns.
To be precise, they are very delicious buns. Delicious buns that meet Qinhuai standards. The level of three-ding buns is actually higher than that of five-ding buns. Didn't Qin Huai go home for vacation? Does he really have no master? Is he really going home on vacation to see his sister instead of going home on vacation to further his studies? Just when Dong Li was thinking about whether he should also learn from Qin Huai, save all his leave together, and take two months of leave at once, Zheng Siyuan walked up to Qin Huai. There was still half an uneaten three-pack in his hand. "Qin Huai, what you said this morning about imagining that you have a system for rating, can you tell me again?" “I want to know exactly how to imagine it.” Qin Huai:...? ? ? ? (End of chapter)