The first thing I did was to find out

Chapter 110: Master Lao Qin's reputation is damaged
Shortly after Zhang Shumei took the apple noodles over, Luo Jun sent Zheng Siyuan a 5-star praise on WeChat.

After returning from school, Qin Luo successfully ate the apple noodles that had already cooled and gone bad, and enthusiastically gave it a 15-star rating.

She posted on WeChat Moments three times and gave three 3-star reviews.

At the same time, when Qin Huai and Zheng Siyuan were not present, he made wild remarks and wanted to recognize Zheng Siyuan as his brother. Qin Huai moved back aggrievedly and became the second brother.

After all, my second brother hasn’t cooked much delicious food during this period of time, he’s just been making empty promises.

The next morning, Qin Luo paid the price for his outrageous words - he could only eat the vegetable dumplings made by Qin Congwen.

You can't even eat the meat buns.

The ones made by Chen An are not edible either.

Don’t even think about Zheng Siyuan’s wontons.

"Brother, I was wrong, brother, I was really wrong!" Qin Luo took a bite of the vegetable bun, his miserable words were full of emotion and no technique.

"Don't make the mistake. Mom said you didn't do well on the test last week, so it's a good idea to eat a healthy diet with less meat in the morning." Qin Huai ruthlessly stuffed the tea egg into Qin Luo's hand. "Why don't you hurry up? If you're any later, you won't be able to catch the bus."

Qin Luo knew that he couldn't cry for Wu Ding Bao and Sanding Bao, so he stopped pretending to cry, took the tea egg, rolled it on the table, and peeled the eggshell at the speed of light.

After finishing the performance of swallowing the egg in one mouthful, Qin Luo drank a bowl of soy milk smoothly and asked, "Brother, can I still eat the noodles... fruit when I come back from school in the afternoon?"

"That's called noodle fruit." Qin Huai stuffed the cut and boxed fruit to Qin Luo unhappily, "You can't miss it."

"Okay!" Qin Luo went to school happily.

Qin Huai continued to shape the red bean paste buns.

After winning the first battle yesterday, Qin Huai felt that he was very talented in fingering. He was simply an ordinary little fingering genius. His enthusiasm for learning was high. As soon as he arrived today, he made a decision that went against his ancestors.

Make animal bean paste buns without molds, just pinch them with your own hands!

the effect is not very good.

Qin Huai felt that from a technical point of view, the difficulty of making animal bean paste buns was much lower than that of making noodles, but when he actually started to make them, the finished product he made was far inferior to the mold.

no feelings.

I didn’t have the same feeling of being in my element as when I was making noodles.

Zheng Siyuan was wrapping wontons silently. Seeing Qin Huai finally fighting the animal red bean paste buns like a beginner, he felt much more balanced.

Beautiful and small wontons were born in Zheng Siyuan's hands, and Chen An's eyes widened as he watched from a distance.

Although Qin Huai's pastry making skills are superb, he doesn't do many fancy things. His movements when making pastries are relatively simple, and at most people feel that his movements when kneading the dough are very smooth and flowing, which may be because Qin Huai doesn't make wontons very often.

But Zheng Siyuan is different. When he makes wontons, it is really hard to take your eyes off him.

You feel his hands moving this way and that, and in the blink of an eye, a delicate wonton is thrown into the bowl.

In addition, Zheng Siyuan usually has no expression, and his empty eyes show that he is in a daze. He also has the habit of staring blankly when making wontons, so the scene of him making wontons looks very cool.

Chen An's hands learned it involuntarily.

"Xiao Chen, don't learn it." Zhao Rong is an experienced person, "You can't learn it."

"Sister Zhao." Chen An nodded, his eyes still fixed on Zheng Siyuan's hand, "Master Zheng...was he an employee of the cafeteria before? Why do I feel like everyone knows him?"

"Xiao Zheng is Huai Huai's friend, an online friend." Zhao Rong explained while wrapping dumplings. Before Zheng Siyuan came, Zhao Rong used to wrap wontons at this time of year. After Zheng Siyuan came, Zhao Rong couldn't sell the wontons she wrapped, after all, there were only so many customers eating breakfast in the cafeteria every day, and the audience for wontons was only so small.

"Before, Huai Huai was practicing making a steamed bun, but he couldn't make it. Xiao Zheng and his father, Master Zheng, came over for a while to exchange ideas and learn from him. Later, when the steamed buns were made, Xiao Zheng and the others went back. Sometimes I couldn't understand what Huai Huai was thinking. He spent so much effort on making the steamed buns, but he just stopped making them after that." Zhao Rong shook her head, "I don't know why he practiced it."

Chen An didn't care. In his opinion, the boss must have his reasons for making a dim sum dish.

"Sister Zhao, I heard that Master Zheng made a dessert that looked especially like an apple yesterday afternoon. Luo Luo thought it was an apple until she picked up the dessert. Is that true?" Chen An asked.

"Of course it's true. You didn't add Luo Luo on WeChat? Oh, right, you're late."

"If you ask me, Huaihuai is really something. I heard from Master Zheng that he came here this time just to teach Huaihuai how to make that fruit. Although Master Zheng is not short of money, he also has his own store in Gusu. I think the online course that Huaihuai has been taking recently is also very good. Is there anything that can't be taught by video? Why did Master Zheng have to come all the way here? Isn't this a bother... Hey!"

"Master Zheng, are the wontons in the pot ready? Can I have a bowl first? I've been busy all morning and haven't eaten anything yet. I'm already hungry."

Qin Congwen immediately said, "Oh, I feel a little hungry, too. Master Zheng, can I have a bowl too?"

Chen An hadn't reacted yet. He thought that Brother Qin and Sister Zhao were hungry very early today. He was still wondering whether he should work overtime for a few hours in the afternoon to see what the noodle fruit was. Zhao Rong and Qin Congwen started eating it.

Two bowls of bubble wontons, the wontons are round and floating in the bowls, looking very cute.

The soup is the broth that Qinhuai made yesterday. It’s not as good as the one made by Zhengda, but it’s enough for cooking wontons.

The soup is delicious, the skin is thin and the filling is rich. Sprinkle with chopped green onions and dried shrimps, and stir it slightly with a spoon.

Slip.

Zhao Rong and Qin Congwen started eating.

Qinhuai also started eating.

He doesn't know how to make bubble wontons. If he wants to make bubble wontons, he has to practice making wonton wrappers. Qin Huai has too many things to practice recently and has no extra time to spare for wontons. If he wants to eat bubble wontons, he can only eat more when Zheng Siyuan comes.

"Siyuan, it's a shame that you don't open a breakfast shop." Qin Huai sighed while eating, "Your skill in making wontons is amazing."

Zheng Siyuan: …

Is it possible that he is a dim sum chef?

Zheng Siyuan looked at Qin Huai, who still considered himself a breakfast shop chef.

Forget it, there’s no point in arguing with this guy who loves selling breakfast.

Zheng Siyuan still doesn't understand why Qin Huai says he doesn't want to get up early, but his body is honest and gets up at 4 o'clock every morning to work.

Zheng Siyuan, who got up at 6 o'clock to work, yawned.

When he stops running the pastry shop, he will definitely find a job that starts at noon and allows him to make snacks.

After eating the bubble wontons, Qin Huai continued to shape the red bean paste buns.

On that day, all the customers who came to Yunzhong Canteen to buy cute animal-shaped bean paste buns as usual had a question in their minds:

Is today's mold broken?
Why are today’s animal bean paste buns uglier than the previous ones?

Did Master Qin make this?

(End of this chapter)