Chapter 28 Shadow of Childhood In the next few days, Chen Huihui worked conscientiously as a food taster. The price is that when the child eats buckwheat steamed buns, his complexion almost looks like wheat steamed buns. It was better during the final exam, and I came here just after school to try some food. But it was miserable during the holidays after the exam, and I ate lunch before I could finish digesting it. Fortunately, the child really loves to eat steamed buns. "It's delicious." Chen Huihui nodded in affirmation. After several days of trial eating, Qin Huai has been able to control the size of the steamed bun pieces and the number of trial portions very accurately. Control the amount of food you eat every day to a reasonable range that allows you to eat a piece of sweet snack after you are 70% full. This will prevent Chen Huihui from forcing herself to try and eat too much and hurt her stomach. "Which one is better than No. 52?" Qin Huai asked. Chen Huihui thought about it seriously: "This." "This... smells good." Limited by her third-grade education, Chen Huihui has very few adjectives for food. Basically, they are simple and clear words such as delicious, fragrant, sweet, hard, soft, and chewy.
Qin Huai would not expect Chen Huihui to say: the cold fermented fermented fermented rice cake will crack, and the new sesame oil will be fragrant when it is cold. After all, "Repeated Snow and Ermai Can Hope and Compose a Song for Joy" is not included in the textbooks, so it does not mean that you must memorize the poem. "Then let's eat the next one..." … Another day of tasting buckwheat steamed buns came to an end. Chen Huihui held the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in her hand and happily took the unfinished No. 54 steamed bun that she had stamped as the best today from Qin Luo and slung it on her elbow. Carrying a large bag of Saqima, he jumped up and down and ran towards the neighborhood committee. Qin Huai found an empty table and sat down, and began to analyze today's tasting results in front of a small notebook. Huang Xi and An Youyou quickly started to clear away the tableware on the tasting table. Qin Luo gnawed on the No. 52 steamed bun, one mouthful of steamed bun and one mouthful of Saqima, and vaguely told Qin Congwen and Zhao Rong, who had just woken up to see how the tasting went today, about today's progress. In summary, today’s progress is: 0. After all, the task is not completed. Although Chen Huihui said that this was delicious and that was delicious, she was very honest in her heart. These steamed buns were not her dream steamed buns. Of course, it was impossible for Qin Huai to directly say that the reason why the buckwheat steamed buns failed was because the side mission was not completed. He could only explain vaguely that it was not even close. As for the specific difference? Don't ask, it's just a breakfast restaurant chef's pursuit of steamed buns. Qin Luo, Qin Congwen and Zhao Rong expressed their incomprehension and took a bite of steamed buns. "There's nothing wrong with this steamed bun." Zhao Rong, a middle-aged man who loves health care, usually mixes buckwheat, oats, millet, purple rice, barley, and sweet potato into a pot of multigrain rice when cooking white rice. Zhao Rong accepted the buckwheat steamed bun well. After chewing on two small steamed buns with one piece missing, he still felt that he was still satisfied, so he asked Qin Luo to go to the kitchen and touch a darker one. "It's chewy and chewy, and the fluffiness is okay. It has soba noodles and it's not bitter. It's much better than the buckwheat steamed buns your dad makes." Qin Luo choked after eating too much steamed buns. He took the opportunity to secretly drink coconut juice and asked, "Dad has made buckwheat steamed buns? Why haven't I eaten them before?" "You weren't even pregnant at that time." Zhao Rong began to recall the past. "The economy was not good for two years and I couldn't make much money. Buckwheat steamed buns and corn flour steamed buns were sold cheaper than white flour steamed buns. It was easier to sell. Your dad Just follow the trend and sell buckwheat steamed buns.” "It turns out that the buckwheat steamed buns made by your dad failed to control the amount of water every time when kneading the noodles. He also refused to add sugar when making the steamed buns. The resulting steamed buns were hard, hard and bitter. , can’t even be sold.”
Qin Congwen lowered his head to eat the steamed buns without daring to say a word. Zhao Rong became more and more angry as she spoke: "What's more, he couldn't bear to throw away the steamed buns if he couldn't sell them, so he asked someone to take them to the countryside for your grandparents to feed their chickens. How big is the steamed bun in our house? How can we finish all the chickens we raise during the year? Your grandparents, aunts, uncles, and I eat those ghost buns every day, and we are so hungry that we lose weight." "I told your dad not to make that bad buckwheat steamed bun. He doesn't have the skills, and he still doesn't believe in that evil. He almost closed down our breakfast shop after selling it for more than two months." "Dean Qin is also pitiful. Our family couldn't finish the steamed buns and chickens, so we packed them all and sent them to the orphanage across the street. Living conditions at that time were not better than now. Ordinary families could only eat meat once or twice a week, even if the conditions were good. It’s okay, as long as the children in the orphanage have enough to eat.” "It turns out that the children in the welfare home can still drink some cereal porridge. Your father eats buckwheat buns every day, which makes your brother's face sallow." Zhao Rong said and suddenly paused. , looked at Qin Congwen with sharp eyes. "Could it be that...your shabby buckwheat buns gave Huaihuai a psychological shadow?" Qin Congwen:? ? ? Unjustly accused! He was just a bit poor at craftsmanship. He didn't have the money to search for it at that time, and the raw materials he used were a bit inferior. He was reluctant to add or skip sugar. The steamed buns he made were hard and unpalatable, so he wouldn't give them to his children... Qin Congwen opened his mouth but didn't dare to say anything. Oops, isn’t it really going to cause a psychological shadow on the child? Qin Congwen began to seriously recall the three meals a day in the welfare home in his memory. Breakfast, multigrain porridge with sweet potatoes. Lunch, two seasonal vegetables with white rice. For dinner, vegetables and multigrain porridge, and occasionally fried meat. Damn it, my son could have eaten white rice, but I gave him soba noodles. Qin Congwen lowered his head with guilt again. Qin Luo, who was enjoying listening to the gossip, didn't think about it at all and asked: "What happens next? Has Dad started practicing his craftsmanship?" "Practice is such a waste! After the batch of cheap flour and buckwheat flour your dad bought later, he stopped making steamed buns. Didn't you notice that our family didn't sell steamed buns very much in these years? I don't think he was doing that. Want to sell steamed buns? He just bought a batch of cheap flour at a low price. He found that the steamed white flour steamed buns were not delicious, so he bought a batch of buckwheat flour mixed with it to make buckwheat steamed buns, hoping to get away with it. " Zhao Rong said three idioms in succession to conclude. It was obvious that the two months of buckwheat steamed buns had really left a psychological shadow on her. Qin Huai didn't hear Zhao Rong's scolding at all. If he had heard it, he would only say "Mom, you think too much." Although the buckwheat steamed buns back then were not delicious, they were filling in large portions. The orphanage has limited funds, and many of the children are disabled. Director Qin spends his days tearing down the east wall to make up for the west wall. He complains about poverty here and complains about the autumn wind there. A half-grown child eats a poor man. If the children in the orphanage are well fed, it is a victory. At that time, Qin Congwen's buckwheat steamed buns could not be sold, so all of them were sent to the welfare home. The children ate the steamed buns every day until they were so full that they hiccupped, and they were as happy as gods. There were even devilish whispers from unlucky children who hoped that Uncle Qin's steamed buns would never be sold, so that he would have steamed buns to eat every day. When Dean Qin found out, he was beaten. Qin Huai is analyzing Chen Huihui's taste. After several days of tasting, Chen Huihui’s hobby direction has been very clear. There is sugar, and the buckwheat content is between 30% and 50%. Generally speaking, the better the overall quality of the steamed buns, the higher Chen Huihui’s evaluation. She didn't just like to eat whole grains. One time, Qin Huai failed to control the amount of water when making noodles, and slightly added less water, which resulted in the steamed buns being slightly dry. Chen Huihui's evaluation took a turn for the worse. It can be seen that Chen Huihui is quite picky when she has a choice.
Because Chen Huihong said that Chen Huihui went home during the New Year with a steamed bun in her arms and gnawed it from morning to night... Maybe it's because this child is more filial. Qinhuai circled the buckwheat flour content of 39%. His intuition told him that he had actually tried out the content ratio of buckwheat flour and flour that Chen Huihui preferred. But his buckwheat steamed buns still lacked some ingredients, so although Chen Huihui kept nodding in praise, the task was still not completed. But what's the difference? Buckwheat steamed buns are just steamed buns, there is no way to turn them out, and it is impossible to add additional ingredients. "Huaihuai, are you thirsty? Drink some water." Qin Congwen thoughtfully brought a cup of warm water and asked tentatively, "Did you encounter any problems while making the steamed buns? Do you want dad to help you think about it?" " Qin Congwen said so, Qin Huai was not polite, put down his pen and asked: "Dad, now my steamed buns have been controlled at a proportion of 39~43% buckwheat flour, boiling water and flour, and a certain amount of sugar, but the steamed buns are still not good." It’s satisfactory, what else do you think can be changed?” Qin Congwen:? What the hell? Does it take so much thinking to make steamed buns? Qin Congwen scratched his head: "...um..." "Instead of making steamed buns, make something else?" Qin Huai:? (End of chapter)