Abnormal Food Article

Chapter 52 Zheng Da

In the afternoon, Qin Huai practiced Sophora japonica steamed buns and buckwheat steamed buns as usual, and turned over as usual.

How do you say something like rolling over? You get used to it after flipping over.

Seeing Ouyang happily leaving with a bag of C-level Sophora japonica steamed buns, Qin Huai even had the feeling that C-level was not a big deal, C-level people also love them, maybe S-level Sophora japonica steamed buns are not as comforting as C-level, which has a different flavor. own thoughts.

After comforting himself, Qin Huai ate a locust flower bun and woke up.

Not as delicious as the B-level fermented steamed buns.

Maybe C-level really has a different flavor, but the tongue can't lie, and neither can the grade.

Except for Ouyang's tongue, this product has a really unique taste and he likes to eat all kinds of weird flavors.

Ouyang still misses the elm bark-flavored steamed buns. If he hasn't eaten them for more than a week, he will take the initiative to say something to Qin Huai, trying to get Qin Huai to make him a meal to satisfy his craving.

After the afternoon steamed bun sales time ended, Qin Huai did not leave the kitchen. Instead, he moved a bench and sat at the door and began to study high school information.

Yes, research high school.

It's half way through the summer, and Qin Luo still hasn't found a place to go to high school.

Based on this unlucky child's high school entrance examination results, the city's high school has no hope, but Zhao Rong, the county high school student, is worried.

It is obvious to all that the teaching level of county high schools is getting worse year by year. When Qin Huai was in high school, the county high school could occasionally take one or two 985 exams, and take dozens of exams. Every year after the college entrance examination, they publicized the bachelor's degree rate.

Now let alone the bachelor's degree rate, even taking the 211 exam can raise a banner.

With Qin Luo's grades and her eagerness to learn, going to a county high school and getting into a passable junior college was considered a matter of hard work.

Zhao Rong has been worrying about Qin Luo's high school during this time. The city's high schools can't find connections and can't get in. Private high schools are either too far, too expensive, or unreliable.

Qin Huai heard that he seemed to have found a reliable one two days ago, and Zhao Rong felt a little better. As a result, Zhao Rong drank three bowls of seven-flavor dampness-removing tea and a bowl of five-flower tea yesterday. Qin Huai could probably guess that the reliable one had become unreliable again.

Since I can't solve the troubles I face, it's better to help my dear mother solve the troubles caused by my sister.

Qin Huai began to study seriously.

Qin Huai began to feel confused.

Qin Huai began to doubt whether he had read the book at all.

Qin Huai found that it is very difficult for children nowadays to go to school.

Qin Huai began to be grateful that he was born a few years earlier.

Qin Huai came to the conclusion that there are specialties in the art industry, and professional matters should be left to professionals. He should study how to overcome the difficulty of Sophora Flower Steamed Buns.

Qin Huai put the printed information about each high school on the file bag on the shelf and went home to rest.

In the afternoon, I drank too much hand-made lemon tea and was full. I skipped dinner and went home to eat snacks and play on my mobile phone.

At 5 p.m., two chefs from Yunzhong Canteen stepped into the back kitchen on time to prepare for work. One of the attentive chefs found the information on the file bag when he went to get the spices from the shelf. He thought he had forgotten to put it in, so he thoughtfully stuffed the information in.

At six o'clock in the evening, Ouyang, who had been looking for the document bag all afternoon, finally saw the document bag on the shelf in the back kitchen of Yunzhong Canteen. He excitedly took the document bag away and handed it to Chen Huihong.

Chen Huihong opened the document bag and found a stack of admission brochures from private high schools in Guangdong Province:?

Are Xiao Ou and Xiao Qin tactfully asking for help in choosing a school for Qin Luo?

Today's young people are so thin-skinned that they can just say no to something like this, and they also use so many tricks to hint.

Chen Huihong said she understood, and then contacted her brother and asked her brother to research which private high school had a good reputation.

On the morning of the second day, Qin Huai, who was completely unaware that the admission brochure he printed yesterday had disappeared, went to work as usual.

Today’s snacks are Bazhen cake, hibiscus cake, mung bean cake and red bean cake, none of which are popular among morning joggers.

The disappointed Uncle Cao and the sad Xu Tuqiang were sitting at table 9 eating steamed buns. The remaining two seats were empty. At a glance, it was clear that they were reserved for Uncle Wang and Chen Juan.

"What's the matter with Wang Laogen? He's not active in eating and has a problem with his thinking. Even if he doesn't run in the morning, he's late for dinner. It's a waste to leave him such a good seat at table 9. I won't leave it for him next time. , Give Lao Luo a head." Xu Tuqiang. He said angrily, "Master Xiao Qin will be late if he doesn't open a small stove for him. What's the big deal?" Uncle Cao felt that Xu Tuqiang was a bit biased. It was hateful that Wang Genqiang could eat the small stove specially opened by Master Xiao Qin, but it was not his fault. .

Besides, isn’t Lao Luotou hateful? His name is Luo Junhui. Putting aside the fact that the herbal tea given to him is terrible to drink, he received two free herbal teas by himself and posted it twice on WeChat Moments to show off. Isn't it hateful?

Just as he was talking, Uncle Wang and Chen Juan came.

"Wang Laogen, why are you late again?" Xu Tuqiang said loudly, adding an accent to the word "late."

Uncle Wang's mind was not on Xu Tuqiang at all. He went straight to the window and said excitedly: "Master Xiao Qin, I have good news for you!"

Qin Huai, who was checking how fermented the fermentation of the fermented rice dumplings was, raised his head slightly.

"Didn't you tell me last time that you wanted to find a master for advice? I found it for you!" Uncle Wang proudly raised his head and asked for credit, "Master Jing's apprentice, Master Zheng Da Zheng."

After hearing what Uncle Wang said, Qin Huai quickly walked towards the window.

This is indeed good news. Qin Huai has been self-taught in making dim sum for so many years. Not only does he not have a master, but he doesn’t even know a senior chef.

This model had always been good before, and Qin Huai didn't think there was any problem. Now he suddenly encountered a bottleneck and couldn't find anyone for advice. Qin Huai began to feel a little distressed.

I didn't expect Uncle Wang to be so reliable. After Master Jing passed away, he helped find Master Jing's apprentice.

"Master Zheng is willing?" Qin Huai asked.

"Xiao Zheng is so enthusiastic. Last night I asked an old coworker to get Xiao Zheng's WeChat account. I added him as a friend this morning and I have just been chatting with Xiao Zheng along the way. Xiao Zheng said that although he has not done much in the past few years Snacks, but the craftsmanship has not been lost. If you have any questions, just ask him."

"Master Xiao Qin, let's add a WeChat friend first, and I'll push Xiao Zheng's WeChat account to you." Uncle Wang took out his mobile phone.

Qin Huai went to wash his hands and took his mobile phone to add friends.

Under the envious eyes of everyone, Uncle Wang received Qin Huai's WeChat message and sat down at table 9 with a steamed bun in hand.

Uncle Cao, whose teeth were almost broken:...

He now felt that Xu Tuqiang was right, and Wang Laogen indeed deserved this.

Qin Huai added Zheng Da’s WeChat account, whose name is Da Ze Jian Ji Tian Xia.

Zheng Da passed in seconds.

Qin Huai: Hello, Master Zheng, I am Xiao Qin recommended by Grandpa Wang Genqiang. I have a question about steamed bun fermentation that I would like to ask you. Do you have time now?

Da Ze Jian Ji Ji Tian Xia: Hello Xiao Qin, if you have time, don’t be formal and just ask.

Qin Huai: That’s right. A lost skill in our family is to use acacia nectar to ferment dough. I have tried several times during this period, but the fermented products are very unsatisfactory. Do you have any research on honey fermentation?

Zheng Da hesitated for a long time, and it took almost five or six minutes before he sent the message.

Da Ze Jian Ji Ji: Your family’s technique of using acacia nectar to ferment dough?

Qin Huai: Yes.

[Da Ze Jian Ji Tian Xia sends you a video call invitation]

Connected.

On the other end of the phone is a middle-aged, slightly stout man.

"Are you sure your family-inherited craftsmanship is feasible?" Zheng Da frowned slightly.

Qin Huai nodded: "I'm sure, but it has been lost for many years. I know the general process, but I have never understood the techniques, so I asked Grandpa Wang to help me find an experienced master for advice."

Zheng Da murmured: "What the master said is actually true. There is really a honey fermentation technique."

Zheng Da thought for a while and said, "When are you free?"

"afternoon."

"Then let's make another video call in the afternoon. You adjust the position of your phone and I want to watch the whole process of your making a face. Do you mind?"

"Of course I don't mind."

(End of chapter)