The first thing I did was to find out

Chapter 131 The real secret

In the kitchen, Zheng Siyuan had already kneaded several pieces of dough. The idle helpers in the welfare home were all familiar faces from last time. Their cooking skills were not very good, but their knife skills were not bad. Zheng Siyuan assigned them to help cut vegetables. The sound of chopping meat and vegetables could be heard everywhere.

Everyone was busy, and at first glance it looked a bit like a big banquet in the countryside.

There are also rural earthen stoves and big pots in the kitchen of the welfare home. Qin Huai plans to give it a try today and fry the stuffing in a big pot.

Of course, Qin Huai also had a 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 pan and stir-fry over high heat.

Use rough techniques and flipping skills to stir-fry some of the fat in the filling, then turn to low heat to accurately control the oil. When flipping the spoon in the early stage, the filling should be stir-fried, and when controlling the oil in the later stage, the filling should be stir-fried evenly without being scattered.

Qin Huai had a complete plan for today's fried stuffing in his mind. Of course, what he said about going to the welfare home to get a feel for it was just a lie to lie to Zheng Siyuan, but it was true that he felt very comfortable cooking in the welfare home, just like he felt at home.

Because he knew that children from the welfare home would definitely not be picky.

Qin Huai picked up the spatula.

He felt like he had found the feeling of playing at home.

Pour a large bowl of stuffing into the pot.

sizzle.

Stir-fry quickly.

Qin Huai found the right moment and planned to flip the spoon like Zheng Siyuan did yesterday.

turn……

Qin Huai waved the spatula frantically, trying to turn the stuffing in the pot.

Zheng Siyuan watched silently from the side, patted the dough, and felt no emotion at all.

When he saw Qin Huai holding the spatula so confidently just now, he had a hint of anticipation in his heart, thinking that Qin Huai was a player with a sense and talent, and maybe he would really perform exceptionally well here.

just 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 Qin's cooking skills are so good, the fried meat smells so good!"

The meat-chopping colleague agreed very much and nodded frantically: "It's been a relaxing few days, so the children must be very active in eating. You didn't see it just now, Congcong can't even speak clearly normally, and he can't be taught that fast even if he is sent to a special school during this period. Just now when I saw Master Xiao Qin playing outside, he called that Baobao brother very clearly!"

"If only I had Master Qin's skills, I could open a bun shop in my hometown. That would be better than anything else." The employee who was chopping cabbage looked envious.

Zheng Siyuan: …

Well, the people here are really very tolerant. There is a reason why Qin Huai is willing to come here specially.

Over at Qinhuai, the stuffing in the pot had entered the stewing stage after a mediocre stir-fry.

The food was stewed in a large pot, and Qin Huai added the broth that he brought from the canteen. The rich aroma of meat spread in the kitchen.

Not only the people who were cutting cabbage and chopping meat were amazed, but even Dean Qu showed an ignorant expression and quietly asked Zheng Siyuan if this was still bun filling and why it smelled so good.
It's a pity to use up such a delicious filling to make dumplings. Can we eat boiled meat filling with noodles and kneaded bread, cabbage and meat dumplings at night? It doesn't matter if there is too much flour. They usually make dumplings in the welfare home. It's the same to save it for tomorrow.

Zheng Siyuan didn't know how to answer, so he could only continue kneading the dough silently.

After the filling is cooked and cooled slightly, it is time to enter the exciting stage of pinching the fruit.

When Qin Huai told them that he and Zheng Siyuan were going to make a new product for the cafeteria, a special kind of dessert that looked like red fruit, everyone in the welfare home came over curiously to watch.

After kneading for an entire afternoon yesterday, Zheng Siyuan and Qin Huai had already mastered the perfunctory and quick kneading method.

As long as you have an apple in your heart, everything you squeeze will be an apple.

What? You said that what I pinched doesn't look like an apple, but is 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. In almost the blink of an eye, a slightly irregular round fruit that looked a bit like an apple but could not be seen from the dough alone was born.

"Wow!" The onlookers cooperated very well and made sounds that they had never seen before, with the emotional value reaching the maximum.

Zheng Siyuan quickly pinched another one with an expressionless face.

"Wow! It's the same!" The onlookers once again made unsuspecting noises.

Zheng Siyuan disrupted the process and asked Qin Huai to pinch it first while he went to mix the beet juice to color the fruit.

The first ugly fruit was born in Zheng Siyuan's hands.

"Wow!" exclamations rang out one after another.

Zheng Siyuan thought this business trip was very good and could be extended and regular. He suggested that the business trip be regular every Sunday. If Qin Huai thought the journey was too long, he could drive.

Qin Huai watched from the side and almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

Zheng Siyuan is a pastry chef who really likes customers to give him positive reviews directly on the spot.

No wonder he was deceived by the disappointed looks of the elderly in the community. His working hours became earlier and earlier, from 7 to 6, and his leaving time became later and later, from to . He would make another batch after lunch before teaching. Qin Huai cooperated well and gave 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.

Despite such an ugly fruit, the welfare home's employees could still burst into such genuine cheers. It was obvious that it was not easy for Director Qu to trick a volunteer, and everyone wanted to keep Zheng Siyuan.

After making the first batch of Guoer, Qin Huai and Zheng Siyuan divided the work again, one seasoned the bun filling and the other kneaded the bun dough to make it softer.

The welfare home staff also performed their duties. Director Qu went to set the table and mobilized the children to come over and make dumplings together.

As a result, Dean Qu never came back after he mobilized the people to do so. The kitchen had all the bun fillings and bun skins ready, except for the children who were going to make the buns, but Dean Qu still didn't come back.

The staff of the welfare home called Director Qu, but he didn't answer.

"Maybe there was a new caring person who suddenly came and Dean Qu was receiving him. Dean Qu usually doesn't look at his phone when he is receiving people and chatting." Some people speculated.

"I'll go to Dean Qu's office and take a look. I just took the documents and put them in the car. I forgot to take the documents just now. I have looked at those documents, but Mr. Luo has not seen them yet." Qin Huai said.

A staff member even kindly showed Qin Huai the way to the dean's office, fearing that he might go the wrong way.

Then continue to praise Zheng Siyuan.

"Wow, Master Zheng, you rolled the bun wrapper so well. It feels different when I hold it in my hands!"

Qin Huai: ...If you keep praising him, Zheng Siyuan will really be praised as a permanent volunteer.

Very good, another advantage in blind dating, it’s really caring.

Qin Huai walked towards the dean's office. The door was half-open. It was probably closed and then opened again. This door looked older than Qin Luo, so it was normal that it was not closed if he was not careful.

There was the sound of someone talking inside.

Qin Huai walked to the door and was about to knock twice when he heard a conversation between two people he was actually very familiar with.

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 didn't say anything.

"Hasn't this happened for a long time since you became 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, and that you feel much happier and that the situation has improved a lot?"

"Last time, Xiao Qin told me that he wanted to introduce you to someone. I thought that if your condition improves and you recover completely, medical care is so advanced now that scar repair can be done for burns, so yours should be able to be done as well."

"You are still young. Many people get married in their 30s. Jingjing, you will be able to live a normal life one day."

"Why are you doing this again..." Dean Qu said, his voice choked with sobs.

Qu Jing just whispered: "I'm sorry, Mom 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 as a child. It's me who made you like this."

Qin Huai was a little confused outside the door. He could not understand the conversation inside. What kind of illness did Qu Jing have?

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 was so shocking that he was completely speechless.

Qu Jing was not wearing gloves.

He didn't even wear sun protection sleeves, and his long sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, exposing his arms.

The backs of her hands, wrists, and arms were covered with scars that looked like they were cut. Some were new, some were old, new scars overlapped old scars, the pink scars were winding and hideous, and the exposed skin looked very scary. Some parts of her arms even looked uneven, as if a piece of flesh had been cut off.

The latest one should be on the arm, wrapped in a bandage. Judging from the location, it should be the place where Guoer burned him yesterday.

Qin Huai knew that he seemed to have seen Qu Jing's true secret.

He also knew that he was facing a choice from which there was no turning back.

Should I pretend not to know, or knock on the door, pretend to be new here and push the door open directly and politely but without much hesitation.

Qin Huai took a long breath and calmed himself down.

I just don't know whether my relationship with Qu Jing is perfect or not, but Qu Jing is so obsessed that if I don't take drastic measures, it will probably never be perfect in this lifetime.

If Qu Jing continued to suffer this rate of self-harm, Qin Huai was afraid that she would commit suicide by cutting her wrists one day.

Qin Huai knocked on the door twice.

"Dean Qu."

Without giving the people inside time to react, Qin Huai pushed the door open.

(End of this chapter)