Abnormal Food Article

Chapter 213 The sky has fallen for the residents of Yunzhong Community (Thanks to Xiao Ningdai’s leader for the reward!)

Qin Huai still didn't know what he was about to face, but the residents of Yunzhong Community felt that the sky was falling.

For the residents of Yunzhong Community, this year's New Year's Day is another boring New Year's Day.

Yunzhong Canteen is open as usual. Qin Congwen's buns are still cheap but not delicious, while Chen An's buns are a little more expensive but average. Pei Xing and Li Hua's dim sum did have merit, but that was it.

The residents of Yunzhong Community said that it was not them who were picky, nor did they have any objections to Master Pei Xing and Master Li Hua. They admitted that the dim sum made by these two chefs was indeed pretty good. The pastries and pastries were the best in the area. Ordinary dim sum shops did not have this skill.

but.

There is no comparison with Master Xiao Qin!

The days when Master Xiao Qin came back were like a dream. Occasionally, I could taste the taste of the three-pack buns when I dreamed about them at midnight, but I could only eat them in my dreams.

I missed Master Xiao Qin for many days when he was away.

On the morning of January 2, Yunzhong Canteen was a little deserted than usual.

There are many office workers in nearby office buildings not going to work today, and even Qin Congwen and Li Hua deliberately made a lot less buns.

Xu Tuqiang, Uncle Qian and the others stuck to the Yunzhong Canteen as always, eating ordinary meat buns and thinking about sandwich buns. If it weren't for the limited literary talent of the uncles and aunts, they would have written a basketful of poems. They would just wait for Qin Huai to come back and show him the poems, and weep at every word.

"Alas." Xu Tuqiang sighed deeply.

"Alas." Uncle Qian also sighed deeply.

"Alas." The unnamed men sighed in unison.

During the days when Qin Huai was not in the cafeteria, everyone had a much richer breakfast. Steamed buns, steamed buns, fried dough sticks, shaomai, wontons, noodles, and steamed dumplings were all eaten. Chen An, as a professional breakfast chef, knows a lot of breakfast types.

Xu Tuqiang looked at the dazzling breakfast on the table, but felt that he couldn't eat it.

"How long will Master Xiao Qin stay in Gusu?" Xu Tuqiang asked this question countless times during this period, "No matter how good Gusu is, and no matter how effective the learning and exchanges are, we can't stay there forever. I won’t come back!”

"That's right!" Uncle Qian rarely united with Xu Tuqiang, "What's so good about Gusu? This Wang Laogen is not a thing. He doesn't come to Yunzhong Canteen very often when Master Xiao Qin is not around. Fortunately, he ate so much before. More crab shell yellow.”

"Don't you know?" an old man said, "Wang Laogen and his wife went to Suzhou last night. They said they were going to Gusu to get together with old colleagues and friends, and to study and exchange with Master Xiao Qin. Let’s have something to eat at the restaurant.”

"What's the name of that restaurant? Huangji Restaurant."

"What?!" Xu Tuqiang was furious, "Wang Laogen actually ran away!"

Uncle Qian said nothing and was thoughtful.

A few aunts at the other table began to murmur in low voices, and Grandma Ding took out her mobile phone, put on her reading glasses, squinted her eyes, and clicked on the phone with a focused expression.

The atmosphere suddenly became silent.

Just when Xu Tuqiang felt that everyone was a little strange and was about to ask what was wrong with everyone, Pei Xing suddenly ran in with a stack of magazines and rushed straight to the kitchen, shouting as he ran: "Know the Taste"! "Know the Taste"! Everyone, please read this issue of "Zhiwei"!"

There were not many buns to make today. Zhao Rong had nothing to do. She was cleaning the shelves in the kitchen. When she heard the commotion outside, she poked her head out and asked, "Xiao Pei, what's the matter? Why are you in such a panic? What are you holding in your hands?" What is it?”

""Zhiwei"! "Zhiwei"! Boss... No, Master Qin, Master Qin is on "Zhiwei"! It's still the cover, the cover of the new year's big issue!" Pei Xing was so excited that his face turned red and he laughed excitedly , "Haha, my boss is on the cover of "Zhiwei"! Hahahahahaha!"

Zhao Rong:…

Is Xiao Pei a little out of his mind today?

Pei Xing was so excited that he wanted to distribute a magazine to each person and then hug his boss's family. Just when he was so excited that he wanted to break the rules and rush into the kitchen without changing clothes, he looked up and found that everyone was very indifferent.

Zhao Rong's face is full of smiles. "Young man, are you okay?"

Qin Congwen stretched his neck to look outside while making buns, as if watching the fun.

Chen An and An Youyou were whispering, and Pei Xing, with his poor lip reading, could vaguely identify several key words: "What Zhiwei", "I don't know", "Are you broken up in love", and "revenge consumption".

Pei Xing:…

No, you guys...

This is "Knowing Taste"!

Know! taste!

New year's big issue, cover!

Pei Xing held a thick stack of "Zhiwei", which he bought when he passed two newsstands on the way here. He was afraid that everyone would not be able to buy magazines, so he deliberately swept away all the goods at the two newsstands.

Pei Xing opened his mouth and asked feebly: "Don't you know "Zhiwei"?"

Zhao Rong saw that Pei Xing seemed to be back to normal, so she dared to talk: "Xiao Pei, you have been talking about knowing the taste and knowing the taste since just now. What is that? What's the cover or something, a book?"

"Magazine, "Zhiwei" is the most famous and authoritative food review magazine in our industry! The boss, Master Qin, Qin Huai is on "Zhiwei"! The first issue of the year, cover, exclusive... basically equal to an exclusive interview!"

Zhao Rong understood now and was immediately happy: "Our Huaihuai was interviewed by a magazine! It's great, oh, it's true that Huaihuai has such a good thing and doesn't tell us, where is this magazine?" Can I buy it at a newsstand outside? Or should I order it online?”

"Old Qin! Old Qin! Stop making excuses. Such a big thing is still under wraps. Our son is in a magazine! It seems there is an article about him or something. Quickly call your parents, my brother and Xiuli. , tell them to buy magazines to boost sales for Huaihuai."

Pei Xing:…

Pei Xing really wanted to tell Zhao Rong that "Zhiwei" did not need to increase sales. It was not an ordinary magazine, which was of great significance to the chef. He wished he could give a special lecture now and educate everyone in the store for three days and three nights, letting them know how awesome it was that Qin Huai's dim sum could be on the cover of the new year's issue of "Zhiwei". But the next second, Pei Xing had something more important to say.

"Wow, Xiao Pei, you bought so many, you are really thoughtful. This magazine is not cheap, isn't it? How much did it cost? Aunt Zhao paid you all!"

The popular science that came to Pei Xing's mouth instantly changed to: "I bought thirty-five copies, thank you Aunt Zhao."

"Zhiwei" was really expensive. When Pei Xing passed by the newsstand, he found that "Zhiwei" was on sale and bought a copy. Unexpectedly, when I opened it, it was Qin Huai's report. Then I took a closer look at the cover and found that it was Guo'er. I was so excited that I bought all the "Zhiwei" issues from the two newsstands I passed by from home to Yunzhong Canteen.

Now that I think about it, it was indeed an impulse purchase.

Just when Pei Xing wanted to continue popularizing science, Li Hua also rushed in excitedly with a stack of "Zhiwei" and shouted while running: ""Zhiwei"! "Zhiwei"! Boss... No, Master Qin's snacks, On the cover of "Zhiwei"!

The popular science that came to Pei Xing's lips changed to: "Qin...Old Master Qin, you don't need to go out and buy it. We should have already bought all the "Zhiwei" around here."

Qin Congwen:?

When did he become Master Qin? Don’t everyone call him Master Qin?

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On the other side, Suzhou.

Wang Gensheng and his wife Chen Juan found a breakfast restaurant near the hotel, finished their breakfast, and strolled back to the hotel.

"Gensheng, are you sure you don't want to send Master Xiao Qin a WeChat message? I looked at Lao Qian's circle of friends. Huang Ji's business seems to be very good now. You have to queue up to buy Master Xiao Qin's buns." Chen Juan said uneasily, " Didn’t Director Ding ask us to bring two jars of acacia nectar to Master Qin?”

Wang Gensheng said: "When did Huang Ji not queue up? Huang Ji used to queue up when he was still a state-owned hotel. You forgot, we almost kicked off the pedals of the bicycle in order to grab two steamed buns. Don't worry, I have asked Mr. It’s money. Let’s take a taxi at this time to avoid the traffic jam. After waiting for more than an hour, we can eat Sandingbao around 12 o’clock.”

"In the evening, when Xiao Qin gets off work, I will send him a WeChat message to give him the stuff. We will just eat two steamed buns. There is no need to bother Xiao Qin to open a small stove for us. This is not how favors are used."

Chen Juan thought it was reasonable and said nothing more.

The two walked a few more steps, and Wang Gensheng's cell phone suddenly came to mind. When he saw it, it was a call from Qian Zhongheng.

"Hey, old money."

"What? You want me to ride a bicycle to Huangji now? The roads around Huangji are already completely blocked?"

"Isn't it only 9:30 now? Didn't you tell me that traffic jams around Huangji only start after 10:30?"

"Before was before, today is today."

"What?! The queue at Huangji's entrance has been over 200 meters long!"

"'Knowing Taste'? What is that?"

"Will there be more traffic in the future? Will the queue be longer?"

"When I went to "Zhiwei" for the first time, people started queuing up at 6 o'clock in the morning???"

"Okay, I understand. Thank you, Lao Qian. I'll bike there with Chen Juan now!"

Wang Gensheng hung up the phone and said in an urgent and serious tone: "Juan, the situation has changed. Hurry back to the hotel and get the sophora nectar. Let's go queue up first. If we can't get in line at 12 o'clock, we will send a message to Master Xiao Qin."

Chen Juan: "Ah?"

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At the entrance of Huangji, the number of people queuing up is still increasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Neighbors living nearby were aware of the seriousness of the situation.

When Huang Ji appeared on "Zhiwei" for the first time, everyone lived nearby, and they all remember the grand queues, and the tragic past of not being able to eat for several months is also vivid in their minds.

Everyone knows that today is their last chance.

Those from other provinces don’t have enough time, and those from foreign countries can’t make it in a short while. "Zhiwei" was released in the morning. It was already the limit to be able to get there at noon from nearby cities. Today I went to Huangji to grab snacks. The competitors were mainly customers from the surrounding areas of Suzhou.

This may not be the case in the future.

Let alone eating steamed buns from now on, it would be nice to be able to smell the steamed buns.

Buy, must buy!

The whole family can buy it together!

Qian Zhongheng hung up the phone and looked at the growing queue. He thought about the dim sum feast he had enjoyed because of Wang Gensheng some time ago. He gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

"Xiujuan, Lao Wang probably hasn't been riding a bicycle very much in recent years, so he didn't come here that fast. Looking at his posture, he probably won't be able to buy one when he gets there. If he can't buy it, we'll give him half of it then." Qian Zhongheng said. My heart was bleeding as I spoke.

This may be the last meal of three-packs and fermented steamed buns he eats in a month.

He also had to share half of it with Wang Gensheng. From now on, he would have a life-long friendship with the man surnamed Wang.

"Dad, can you give it half? Can't you give it one-third?" Qian Zhongheng's son was shocked.

"It's just half. If it weren't for you, Uncle Wang, you wouldn't be able to eat the above fruit! Half!"

The son could only nod with tears in his eyes when he thought about the fruit.

besides

(End of chapter)