The first thing I did was to find out

Chapter 150 Sometimes I really want to fight with you geniuses
By the time lunchtime business ended, Qin Huai was already numb.

I'm so tired.

I'm not very tired physically, but mostly mentally.

He watched the trays of steamed buns, dumplings and dumplings come out of the pot, and the ovens of crab shell roe and sesame cakes come out of the oven. It was like magic; the boxes were full one second and empty in the blink of an eye.

Qin Huai felt like he was a worker on an assembly line. He had no idea when he would get off work, nor did he know how much work he had to do. He could only see the endless line of snacks waiting to be made.

When Qin Huai got off work at one o'clock, he had completely forgotten what he had said in the morning that he would be responsible for the employee meals.

It can't be done, it can't be done at all.

Looking at Wang Jun who was still cleaning up, Qin Huai asked sincerely: "Are Huang's dim sum selling so well?"

No wonder the last pastry chef retired three years ago. It was due to his overwork.

Wang Jun answered honestly: "It must be an accident today."

"It has been a long time since we put dim sum on the shelves in our store. Many regular customers thought that Master Zheng came back temporarily to help out and only sold dim sum for lunch, so they bought more."

"If Master was here, he would have gone out to explain the situation to everyone and things would have been much better. But Master went to therapy this morning, and no one believed my explanation, so there was a misunderstanding."

"Wait for the master to come over in the afternoon, explain the situation to the customers in the evening, and then continue selling for a few days to reassure everyone, and this situation will not happen again."

Qin Huai reluctantly accepted Wang Jun's explanation: "Thank you for your hard work. I really didn't expect that dim sum would sell so well. If I had only made two or three kinds, it might be better. If I had known, I would have called Zheng Siyuan before making the list last night, and I would have only listed two kinds."

Wang Jun said sincerely: "It's not that the dim sum is selling well, it's that your cooking skills are good, Qin Huai."

Qin Huai was stunned.

From childhood to adulthood, Qin Huai has actually heard a lot of similar compliments, but none of them are of any reference value.

When I was selling steamed buns near Sanma Road, there were ordinary neighbors nearby, and the competitors were all ordinary breakfast shops. It was nothing that Qinhuai’s craftsmanship was far superior. After all, no matter how good the craftsmanship is, you can’t sell the same size steamed buns for 1 yuan when others sell them for 5 yuan, otherwise you will be criticized.

Later, when we arrived at Yunzhong Community, Qin Huai was praised by a new group of neighbors. However, the neighbors not only praised Qin Huai, but also praised Zheng Siyuan and Zheng Da. Everyone praised every skilled chef equally.

Now that Huang Ji has come, a new group of people have come to praise it.

Compared with their neighbors, this group of people are more professional, after all, they are all in the same industry.

But there are differences in praise from peers.

When Huang Shengli praises him, Qin Huai will think that this is Huang Shengli's daily encouraging education.

If Huang Anyao praises him, Qin Huai will think that it is because Huang Anyao has not eaten the dishes cooked by his father for several months, and it is not prestigious for a young master to praise him.

Huang Jiakua and Qin Huai would feel that this is a consistent type of encouraging education.

If Dong Shi praises Qin Huai, he will think that he is just talking too much and talking nonsense.

But Wang Jun is different.

It's not that Wang Jun's level is so high, or how precious the praise is. On the contrary, Wang Jun's level is the worst among Huang Shengli's disciples, even Dong Shi, the last disciple, is not as good as him.

But Wang Jun is an honest man.

He is an honest man who will never lie. Even if he doesn't want to give a direct answer and gives a tactful answer, people can tell that he is trying to be tactful.

"Are my skills... really that good?" Qin Huai asked.

Since coming to Gusu, everyone has told him that his cooking skills are very good. The strong response from the guests at noon today also opened Qin Huai's eyes. Now even the recognized honest people say so, Qin Huai really believes it a little.

"Of course." Wang Jun nodded without hesitation. "If Qin Huai's cooking skills are not good, then there may be few white-casserole chefs in the country whose skills can be called good."

Qin Huai's eyes widened in amazement at Wang Jun's seemingly flattering but actually very sincere words. He quietly pulled Wang Jun aside to avoid being heard by others and appearing narcissistic.

"Please describe to me how good my skills are." Qin Huai asked in a low voice, "No, first tell me what level Zheng Siyuan is at."

Qin Huai felt that it would be more reliable to ask Zheng Siyuan about his level. After all, he knew Zheng Siyuan's level very well and could estimate his own level based on Zheng Siyuan's level.

"Senior Brother Zheng is the No. 1 pastry chef of the younger generation." Wang Jun said.

Qin Huai:!
What?! Zheng Siyuan is so awesome!
If he is so awesome, why would he open a pastry shop at the entrance of the community?

He actually made such an awesome person work like a slave in the Yunzhong Canteen for a month, and sold crepe wontons for only 10 yuan a bowl.

No wonder there were usually few people eating in the Yunzhong Canteen in the morning. Since Zheng Siyuan came, there are more people eating in the morning than at noon. People eat wontons from 7 to 9 o'clock, and even squat at the door with their bowls to eat if there are no seats.

He thought that people in that area had never eaten crepe wontons, and they were the only one selling them, so their business was so good.

Qin Huai swallowed in shock and asked, "Is this... generally accepted?"

Wang Jun thought for a moment and said, "It's not universally acknowledged, but we all feel this way."

"Brother Zheng is actually very famous in the circle of white-case chefs in the south, but he doesn't work in a restaurant, doesn't like to go out and communicate with his peers, and doesn't participate in cooking exchange meetings, so his fame is limited to our circle."

"Many people don't even know what Senior Brother Zheng's name is. They only know that Uncle Zheng has a very powerful son."

"The neighborhood where Senior Brother Zheng opened his pastry shop is actually very famous in our Gusu. Many of Huang's regular customers bought houses in that neighborhood just to make it convenient to buy pastries."

Qin Huai didn't understand and was greatly shocked.

"What about excluding the younger generation?" Qin Huai asked, "Compared with plain-cooked chefs across the country, what level is Zheng Siyuan at?"

Wang Jun thought about it seriously and said, "It should be considered top level."

"Brother Zheng is in the rising period of a pastry chef, and has not yet reached the peak. But in fact, there is a serious shortage of pastry chefs in China. There are many skilled chefs, and they are basically concentrated in Zhiweiju. As they are old, they have limited energy and cannot participate too much in dim sum making. They mainly teach apprentices."

"There are very few middle-aged chefs who are good enough. As far as I know, the skills of the more famous ones are not as good as Brother Zheng's."

"I heard Master and Senior Brother talking about this before. They said that Uncle Zheng didn't want to make dim sum and went into the business instead. It was not only because he felt that being a pastry chef didn't make enough money, but also because he felt that pastry chefs had no future."

"Most high-end restaurants in the market now don't pay much attention to white cuisine, and there are only a handful of white cuisines that are good enough. In addition, the environment has changed. Unless you are from a family of chefs, few people are willing to learn from a master and practice basic skills since childhood. However, the basic skills required for white cuisine are very high. It can be said that the basic skills of both red and white cuisines must be practiced."

"In fact, white cuisine is far inferior to red cuisine. This can be seen from cooking competitions. Although there are not many cooking competitions in China now, there are always a few every year, and the prize money is always tens of thousands of yuan, and some may even be hundreds of thousands."

"In this kind of comprehensive cooking competition, white-casserole chefs are at a disadvantage. Normally, cooking competitions should be divided into white-casserole and red-casserole competitions, but there has been no dedicated white-casserole chef competition in China for many years."

"It can also be seen from the restaurants that there are many restaurants famous for their red cases. FJ has Jubaolou, Suzhou has Huangji, Huaiyang cuisine has Chengfangju, Shu has Wujia Restaurant, and Beijing has even more. Babaozhai, Yongheju, Ruyifang, Shundelou, and Tongdeju are basically all time-honored brands handed down from the Republic of China. But the only one that is truly famous and remembered for its white cases is Zhiweiju."

After hearing what Wang Jun said, Qin Huai felt that he could say a few words. He was familiar with this old brand passed down from the Republic of China. He had seen it in his dreams.

"I know this. There used to be a Taifenglou in Peking, but it seems to have been closed for many years." Qin Huai said.

Now it was Wang Jun's turn to be stunned: "Is there such a restaurant?"

Qin Huai nodded seriously, this is the selection of crazy ladies.

Qin Huai did not go into the topic any further. "So the current situation is that there are some great plain-casserole chefs, but they are all relatively old. Although they have good skills, they lack physical strength and are basically not working on the front line. There is a lack of successors, and the leaders of the younger generation like Zheng Siyuan can be considered top-notch in the entire industry."

Wang Jun nodded.

Qin Huai made a slight calculation himself.

First of all, Zheng Siyuan's level is definitely higher than his, there is absolutely no doubt about that. If Zheng Siyuan's fresh meat mooncakes were a buff dish, he could beat Qinhuai's fermented glutinous rice steamed buns to the ground.

But Qin Huai thought that he was not much worse than Zheng Siyuan, just a fine line apart. The main problem was that his knife skills and cooking skills were too poor, and his finger techniques were not very good either.

Knife skills are fine, and plain pastry is not very necessary. As the variety of dim sum Qin Huai made increased and the difficulty became higher, he found that the heat is actually one of the important basic skills that cannot be missed in plain pastry making. To be an excellent plain pastry chef, it is not enough to just steam buns well or roast crab shells well.

For dim sum that are relatively difficult to make, the filling is of paramount importance.

Qin Huai felt that if he could improve his skills to a level similar to Zheng Siyuan's, his level would be comparable to Zheng Siyuan's, or even better.

If we replace them with the same amount, wouldn't he be at the top of the industry?
If he makes another substitution of equal amounts, he is now close to the top level in the industry!

Although the top level of Bai’an in the industry is quite watered down due to serious generation gaps, the best is the best and the second best can also be considered the top.

But no matter what, it is top-notch!

A five-pack is priced at 65 yuan, and it is a hot seller.

I am actually so awesome.

"Am I really a genius?!" Qin Huai murmured.

Wang Jun: …

As an honest man, he sometimes really wants to fight with you geniuses.

Huang Jia personally prepared the staff lunch.

Thanks to Qinhuai, the work of Huangji's kitchen staff in charge of the red case was relatively easy this afternoon. The guests did not order large quantities of stir-fried dishes, and they all went for dim sum.

The easy work led to everyone having nothing to do. As the head chef, Huang Jia had finished his work before 1 a.m. Seeing that Bai An was pounding the fermented rice until it was almost leaving a residual image, and Qin Huai's expression became more and more depressed the more he kneaded the dough, Huang Jia felt very guilty for finishing his work so early.

He felt that Qin Huai was so busy today, and he also had an unshirkable responsibility. If he had said something to dissuade Qin Huai when he sent him the order last night, Qin Huai would not have become a dough kneading fairy today.

Huang Jia knew that he should dissuade her.

But there was a moment last night when he wanted to know more about the quality of the dim sum on Qinhuai's list. He even wanted to know which 120 kinds of dim sum Qinhuai had.

I didn't expect that it was this little selfishness that almost made Qin Huai become autistic from working so hard.

Huang Jia felt very guilty, so he took the initiative to take over the responsibility of preparing employee meals and gave Qin Huai a special meal, so that Qin Huai could eat squirrel mandarin fish, Wensi tofu, fried eel paste and authentic Yangzhou fried rice for the employee lunch.

It was a separate meal. Qin Huai and Zheng Siyuan had three dishes and one fried rice, while the others ate from the big pot as usual.

No one had any objection to this blatant act of giving special treatment.

Sales champions enjoy privileges wherever they go.

Qin Huai was holding a bowl filled with beautiful Yangzhou fried rice. The rice grains were distinct and golden in color. At first glance, it looked very much like the legendary golden fried rice that often appears in food articles. It was the legendary fried rice that Karl Lagerfeld loved to eat, with every grain of rice evenly coated with egg liquid.

Of course, that's just at first glance.

Huang Jia is not that good, and Yangzhou fried rice is not ordinary egg fried rice.

The ingredients of fried rice are very rich. Eggs, shrimp, beef, ham, carrots and other ingredients are mixed together and sprinkled with chopped green onions. It tastes extremely fragrant and tempting.

Qinhuai eats Yangzhou fried rice and crispy eel paste, then Yangzhou fried rice and squirrel mandarin fish, then Yangzhou fried rice and silken tofu. He can't stop eating.

Qin Huai felt that if the daily employee meals were of this standard, then there was nothing wrong with being a slave at Huang's.

Although Huang Jia’s cooking skills are not as good as Huang Shengli’s, they are far better than those of other chefs, at least far better than the 10-yuan stir-fried dishes at the Qin’s breakfast shop next door.

Qin Huai didn't mean to complain about Qin Congwen and Zhao Rong's cooking skills. He just wanted to say that before, if Zhao Rong didn't have time to cook because the breakfast shop at home was busy, she would give him 20 yuan and let him take Qin Luo to the next door to eat 10 yuan stir-fried dishes.

That was Qin Luo’s little daily happiness.

This is also the reason why after Qin Huai inherited the Yunzhong Canteen, his family of four ate in the canteen every day. It was not because the canteen’s chef was so skilled, but mainly because he loved eating in the canteen.

Moreover, there are also benefits to eating in the cafeteria every day. The surrounding residents trust the food safety of the cafeteria very much. After all, the boss and his family eat there every day.

Qin Huai and Zheng Siyuan had a happy lunch.

"Siyuan." Qin Huai suddenly said, "I just found out that your case-solving skills are among the best in the industry." Zheng Siyuan nodded calmly, "I guess so, but you're also the tallest among the short guys."

"Then why don't you go work in a restaurant or open one yourself? Is it because it's too tiring?" Qin Huai asked curiously.

He always felt that a top pastry chef in the industry opening a pastry shop at the entrance of a residential complex and selling affordable pastries was very much like the Shaolin Sweeping Monk, but the Shaolin Sweeping Monk was a character that only appeared in novels.

"That's not the case." Zheng Siyuan said, "It should be said that it's not entirely true. Sometimes running a pastry shop is too busy and it's tiring."

"I enjoy selling dim sum and watching people eat it more than making it," said Zheng Siyuan. "If I were in a restaurant kitchen, it would be difficult to get immediate feedback from customers."

"And I'm not short of money." Zheng Siyuan patted the carrots that fell on Dior's pants, "And I don't think my current skills can make me a chef in a famous restaurant. If I were to work in a restaurant, I would go to a famous restaurant like Yongheju or Zhiweiju."

"But my skills are not the best in Yongheju, and I can't surpass the famous chefs in those restaurants that are famous for their red cases."

"I don't like being someone else's foil." Zheng Siyuan said calmly, "In fact, I stayed at Huang's for half a year seven years ago. At that time, my uncle was still in good health. Huang's was crowded with customers every day, and the number of waiters and kitchen staff was about 1.5 times what it is now."

"Although I had many customers praising my dim sum at that time and my dim sum sales were good, I was always just a foil to my uncle. People would never come to Huang Ji for my dim sum, they would definitely come for my uncle's craftsmanship. I don't like living this kind of life."

"Maybe in some ways, my father and I are the same. We both don't want to be inferior to others. It's just that my father chose to go into business, while I chose to open a pastry shop at the entrance of the community."

Qin Huai expressed his understanding and continued eating.

"But you are definitely not such a person." Zheng Siyuan said, "I feel like you don't care about this kind of thing at all."

Qin Huai said: "Maybe. I think it's normal that there are always people better than you. Even if you are invincible, you may come to the outer demon. I have no interest in being the first."

"I think as long as my family and friends are happy, as long as everyone enjoys the meal, that's more important than anything else."

"Then are you willing to stay in Huang Ji for a while longer?" Zheng Siyuan asked.

"Huh?" Qin Huai was stunned.

Does Zheng Siyuan have shares in Huang Ji?

"Master's health is not good. With his restless personality, I think he will retire in a few years." Zheng Siyuan pointed at the fried eel paste on the plate, "You can also taste Huang Jia's cooking skills, but he is not as good as Master's."

"Although I don't care much about it, I know that Huang Ji's business is getting worse day by day."

"So I hope that if possible, you can stay in Huang Ji for a while longer, at least until Master Uncle recovers from his back problems and can cook again until retirement, without a relapse."

"With you here, Master Uncle won't worry about Huang's business, and won't be so reckless as to insist on cooking two delicious dishes from time to time."

Qin Huai was still eating rice. He chewed and swallowed it, then asked, "Do you really need me? I think it would be okay for you to go back to Huang Ji and work there for a while. The sales of mooncakes are also very good."

"Do you know what the guests were guessing this afternoon?" Zheng Siyuan answered the question irrelevantly.

"How did you guess it?"

"They thought my dad was invited back by his uncle to save the day, so they were madly buying up snacks."

"Ah?" Qin Huai was at a loss. Zheng Da wouldn't fall to this point, right? Zheng Da's craftsmanship was much better than his.

“Perhaps in the minds of diners, your cooking skills are better than mine.”

"I don't even want to work next to a chef who's better than me, let alone a chef who's destined to be better than me."

"Didn't you just say that? Even if you are invincible, you can still encounter a demon from outside the domain. I think in the minds of those diners, you are probably that demon from outside the domain."

"Ah?" The demon from outside the domain opened his mouth in confusion, not knowing what to say. After thinking for a while, he continued to eat.

Yangzhou fried rice is really delicious.

After a short lunch break, at 2: p.m., the Extraterritorial Demon began his first formal teaching.

Huang Shengli looks radiant after returning from physical therapy.

Huang Shengli has already developed a complete set of detailed teaching plans, which he worked on overnight last night.

As a master chef who loves to take in apprentices, Huang Shengli has extensive teaching experience.

No matter whether you are a professional or self-taught student, whether you have solid basic skills or almost no basic skills, Huang Shengli has a corresponding teaching method.

Even the genius, Huang Shengli, has a plan.

Huang Shengli also taught Zheng Siyuan for a period of time when he was a child.

Huang Shengli felt that it was time to let Qin Huai know what a real famous teacher is. He was not a fake famous teacher like Zheng Da who couldn't even speak clearly. He was a gold medal teacher with rich teaching experience, nine disciples and one nephew, and was well-known in Gusu.

The online classes before did not allow him any room to display his talents. Now that he is taking practical classes, Qin Huai will know the value of a famous teacher.

"Xiao Qin, I have a rough idea of ​​your level. Don't feel stressed during our first day of practice, and don't be afraid of problems."

"I remember Siyuan told me that you really want to practice flipping the spoon now. I think you can practice, but you have to start with the simple ones."

"How about we stir-fry some vegetables first?"

"You cook it once, and then I cook it again. I won't tell you. You watch me cook it and then tell me what problems you think you have."

Huang Shengli started teaching with a smile.

Qin Huai nodded seriously and started to stir-fry the vegetables.

Stir-frying vegetables is a step that every professional chef will go through.

Qin Huai has never experienced this.

He really has never fried vegetables.

The first time he cooked scrambled eggs with tomatoes was when he was in high school. He cooked it for Qin Luo. Qin Luo was very supportive and ate three bowls of rice with the dish of scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

Of course, the main reason was that Qin Huai knew how to make scrambled eggs with tomatoes at that time.

Qin Congwen and Zhao Rong went out that day for something, and the 10 Yuan stir-fry restaurant next door was closed, so the brother and sister thought about it and decided to embezzle the Yuan for the meal and make something for themselves, splitting it in half.

Qin Luo cooks and Qin Huai stir-fries.

Qin Huai is very serious.

Heat oil in a pan.

Pour the food.

Crackling.

Stir-fry over high heat.

Stir fry.

Low heat.

Wave the spatula twice more.

Out of the pot!

A plate of vegetables that looked edible but did not look very good was created.

Huang Shengli started his performance without saying anything.

Heat oil in a pan.

Pour the food!

Beautiful stir fry.

Flip the spoon!

Beautiful flipping of the spoon.

The vegetables in the pot still look juicy.

Out of the pot!

A plate of green vegetables that looked delicious and presented excellently was created.

The vegetables fried by Huang Shengli were placed next to the vegetables fried by Qin Huai, making the vegetables look like they should be poured into the泔水桶.

Whether it is a red or white dish, the simpler the dish, the better it can show the chef's level. Because simple represents the masses, and the masses represent the common, and only those that everyone has seen can show the difference.

"Did you see anything?" Huang Shengli asked with a smile.

Qin Huai thought for a moment and said, "The heat is very important. The trick to stir-frying vegetables is to stir-fry over high heat. Vegetables cook quickly, so it is important to heat them evenly during the stir-frying process. I don't know how to flip the pan, so I worry that the vegetables are not cooked through and keep them in the pan for too long, which results in the vegetables being overcooked and not looking good."

"And if you can control the stir-frying time well, the dish will look better."

"besides……"

Huang Shengli: …

You said all my words. What did I say?
Huang Shengli could only nod and say, "Let's give it a try."

Qin Huai started to try.

One plate, two plates, three plates...

There are different technical errors in every game.

It is easy to talk about it on paper, but difficult to put it into practice.

Qin Huai understood the truth, but he couldn't control his hands.

Qin Huai was frying one plate of vegetables after another. By the end, probably because the kitchen was about to start work, many people passed by him, such familiar faces as Huang Jia, Dong Shi, Dong Li, and Wang Jun, who would pass by every two or three minutes.

I was very busy, carrying food and plates.

Huang Shengli didn't say anything. He nodded every time Qin Huai cooked a dish, signaling Qin Huai to continue.

Although Huang Shengli is a man of few words, Qin Huai thinks it is very effective. He gets more and more excited as he cooks. Compared with the first dish of green vegetables that didn't look very good, Qin Huai thinks the dishes he cooks later look pretty good.

Some of the plates even look a little pretty.

Qin Huai happily ate one plate after another and couldn't stop.

Dong Shi couldn't help but grabbed his brother and asked, "Brother, how long did we cook the vegetables?"

Dong Li said expressionlessly, "More than three months. Master said to start with three months to practice my skills."

Dong Shi looked at the vegetables in the bucket in a daze (there were too many to put in, so he had to pour them into the bucket), and said, "Why do I feel like Qin Huai doesn't even need it for a week?"

Dong Li calmly glanced at Qin Huai who was working very hard and said, "People are different. Just accept your fate."

"Fortunately you are the last disciple, otherwise the master would have advised Qin Huai to change his career."

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