The first thing I did was to find out

Chapter 25 Mung Bean Cake

It was the first time that Qin Huai had a problem with steamed buns.

Qin Huai has been learning how to make dim sum since he was a child, whether it was when he was in the welfare home and learning how to make vegetable buns with Director Qin, or after being adopted, following Qin Congwenxue to make various basic breakfasts, or returning to the countryside during the Chinese New Year to make rice rolls with his grandmother, or even when facing Qin Luo's wild imagination and the dim sum he specifically requested for, when he was flipping through the "Dim Sum Encyclopedia" at home and searching for recipes on the Internet, he had never been so troubled.

Although what Qin Luo wanted to eat was sometimes very abstract, at least it was something concrete. No matter how outrageous it was, he would point at the dim sum on the chopsticks of an official in a TV series who was going to Yangzhou and shout, "Brother, I want to eat this, it looks delicious! Please, brother, make it for me, brother!!"

Because what Qin Luo is pursuing is at least delicious snacks. It doesn’t matter whether it is authentic or not. The key is that it has to taste good.

But what Chen Huihui wants to eat...

It's a bit too abstract.

The story of a child from a wealthy family who has been eating too much meat, fish and other delicacies since childhood, and suddenly being amazed by the tasteless wild vegetables, is a crappy story that only appeared in magazines that cost two yuan a pound at used book stalls when I was a child. Huihui should not have read it at her age.

Qin Huai frowned and returned to the cooking table with a serious look on his face.

Qin Luo had already finished making one set of rabbit buns, and was now secretly holding the mung bean filling that had just been taken out of the refrigerator and had not yet been completely thawed. It seemed that he wanted to secretly make another set of mung bean filling.

"Let's make mung bean cake today." Qin Huai said.

Qin Luo:!
If conditions allowed and there was plastic wrap nearby, Qin Luo would have wanted to seal the bowl of stuffing immediately, saying that he had a sudden attack of red and green color blindness and had taken the wrong stuffing.

Qin Luo felt that he still had room for salvation: "Brother, let me help you peel the mung beans."

There are many types of mung bean cakes on the market these days, and they are divided into northern and southern styles according to taste. In the north, Beijing-style mung bean cakes are popular, while in the south, Su-style and Yang-style mung bean cakes are more famous. If you further subdivide them, there are even more types, including ordinary, new, Yunnan and foreign styles.

Qin Huai doesn't know what style of mung bean cake he made. If we follow the industry standards for mung bean cake, it is most likely Beijing style. Because the mung bean content of Beijing mung bean cake must not be less than 50%, while the mung bean content of Qin Huai's mung bean cake is close to 80%.

With such a high content of mung beans, the requirements for the mung beans themselves are very high.

The quality of mung beans is only one part of the equation. The most important thing is to peel the mung beans after they are steamed and mashed. Peeling mung beans is definitely a very troublesome thing. Even if you soak the mung beans for more than 12 hours in advance, you still can't completely peel them by rubbing them. If you repeatedly rub and rinse the mung beans and they still can't be peeled, you have to pick them out one by one and peel them by hand.

Pick out a large basin of mung beans one by one and peel them by hand. In just half an hour, you can see at least three double images of the mung beans.

Zhao Rong with poor eyesight, Qin Congwen with a bad waist, and Qin Huai who does not have enough time to pick mung beans would definitely not be able to do such a difficult job.

But Qin Luo can.

Ever since Qin Huai tried making mung bean cake for the first time when Qin Luo was in the sixth grade of elementary school, Qin Luo fell in love with this job.

This child has had a vision of 5.0 since he was young.

His hands are also very skillful.

If I were to transmigrate into a novel about domestic intrigue, I would definitely be an expert at kneeling down and picking up Buddha beans as punishment by the mistress.

For Qin Luo, not only can he watch TV while picking mung beans, but he can also see the results soon after he is done - he can quickly eat the freshly baked mung bean cakes that are fragrant and non-sticky, and are pressed out of various molds tailored by Qinhuai to have the sweetness that suits his appetite.

Moreover, the mung bean cakes don’t fall apart very often, so you can eat them while walking, or you can secretly stuff them into your schoolbag and bring them to school. The most important thing is that you can share them with your classmates to show off and then say proudly: “It’s delicious, isn’t it? My brother made it especially for me. Isn’t it awesome!”

Faced with Qin Luo's initiative to offer, Qin Huai gladly accepted it and pointed to the corner to indicate that Qin Luo could start working now.

Qin Luo walked to the corner with a proud and confident look on his face, and was stunned.

Three full pots of soaked mung beans.

As for the size of the basin, it is a bathtub for bathing children.

Of course, Qin Luo is not struggling alone, she also has a colleague - An Youyou.

Watching An Youyou peeling the mung beans with unskilled skills, Qin Luo felt that she was good enough again. Although her brother had been reborn, inherited the estate, upgraded his skills, and became a boss, she was still the best mung bean peeler in the Qin family!

An Youyou looked at Qin Luo, who was suddenly full of energy as if he had been injected with chicken blood: ...

The boss's cooking skills are unpredictable and fluctuating, and the boss's sister's mood is also unpredictable and fluctuating. The boss's family is really unpredictable.

An Youyou feels that the Qin Huai family is hard to understand, and Qin Huai also feels that Chen Huihui is really hard to understand.

As we all know, when people are thinking about something, their minds will be distracted. When they are distracted, their bodies are working, but their souls are already wandering.

Qin Huai, who was distracted, packed 8 bags of buns by mistake when packing the delivery order in the morning. He packed 8 orders of Qin Congwen's fresh meat at 1.5 yuan each into two three-piece buns at 25 yuan.

The worker who was lucky enough to open the blind box shed tears while eating the buns, sighing that pie really does fall from the sky. Although it is not Christmas yet, Santa Claus has already exchanged his 1 yuan fresh meat bun for 5 yuan three-piece buns!
Of course, the lucky colleague next to him who didn’t open the blind box was not in such a good mood. He saw his colleague at the workstation diagonally opposite him eating buns with a happy face, then looked at the buns in his hand, thought about last month’s salary, and glanced at the balance in his bank card, and he was so angry that his teeth were about to break.

Santa Claus Qin Huai had no idea about this and was kneading the dough while daydreaming.

"Brother, the mung beans are ready!" Qin Luo ran over to report the progress of the work, holding a large bowl of mung beans in his hand. He placed the bowl steadily on the kitchen counter, "This bowl is mine."

Qin Huai understood immediately that this bowl was carefully selected by Qin Luo and reserved for his family, without missing a single grain. The other three bowls were for diners only, and the quality and quantity were not guaranteed.

Qin Huai nodded and didn't care.

Fine processing can certainly make the taste and texture of dim sum even better, but general processing will not make dim sum unpalatable. Most people don't expect to taste amazing when eating mung bean cakes, and even many diners may not be able to taste this small difference.

"Tell my dad to steam the mung beans when he has time. I will start making mung bean cakes around 10 o'clock."

Qin Luo ran over to pass on the message, and soon ran back. He stared at the ingredients on the table for a while and couldn't tell what Qin Huai was going to make, so he asked, "Brother, what snacks are we having today?"

Qin Huai said absentmindedly: "The donkey rolls sold well yesterday, let's continue today."

"The glutinous rice was prepared the day before yesterday, and we have to make the glutinous rice cake today."

"It's been hot these past two days, so I need to eat something to clear away heat and detoxify. I'm making mung bean cakes today, so I'll make some mung bean jelly cakes as well."

"All of these ingredients on the table are crab shell yellow. We've made them with fresh shrimp, pure meat, bean paste, and of course sugar. If we make more and sell them, they should be sold until mid-afternoon."

Qin Luo began to figure out how to eat today to maximize his snack intake.

"Luoluo." Qin Huai put down the noodles in his hand and said, "Brother, I want to ask you something."

Qin Luo perked up.

"If, I mean if."

"My family has always been very wealthy. My parents never restricted what you ate or drank since you were a child. You could just take a flight to eat whatever you wanted. I ate delicacies from land and sea as if they were home meals since I was a child."

"In this case, your favorite food is actually always whole grains."

Qin Luo:?
"But you don't know what kind of whole grains you like to eat. You may be looking for something close to nature, simple and unpretentious, with a sense of simplicity in its roughness, and a taste of freedom in its unpalatable taste."

"But you haven't found the food of your dreams, so what you like to eat now is the unpalatable buckwheat buns. So what do you think your real favorite food might be?"

Qin Luo: ...

Qin Luo felt that her brother probably couldn't stand the pressure of having to get up at 4 a.m. every day to make snacks after becoming rich, and he went crazy.

Qin Luo was also scratching his head.

Qin Luo pondered for a moment, seemed to want to say something but stopped, then pondered for a moment again, grinning.

"Maybe..." Qin Luo scratched his chin, "It's... wild vegetables?"

"You just love to eat this kind of simple, unpretentious, original food?"

(End of this chapter)