The first thing I did was to find out

Chapter 202: A rare teacher

Hearing Qin Huai's words, Gu Li paused, as if hesitating, and then quickly did as he was told.

There is a little progress, but not much.

Qin Huai didn't say anything else and continued to prepare the stuffing.

The addition of 6 people from Zhiweiju has greatly relieved the huge work pressure brought by the explosion of orders. Huang Shengli is no longer just a manager but does not cook. He dares to pick orders and cook some delicious dishes to surprise guests from afar.

Zheng Da even gave up being a model worker and became himself again, touching everything he could, and his work efficiency dropped rapidly. It seemed as if the Zheng Da who was busy and exhausted and devoted to his work two days ago was just an illusion.

Seeing that Zheng Da had recovered to his previous state, many people in Huangji breathed a sigh of relief.

It's normal, finally normal!
1 o'clock is when the queue at Huangji is the most intense.

It’s not that the queue is fast at this point, but that at this point, the people behind in line may not be able to buy it.

The surge in customer flow forced Huang Ji to temporarily increase its business hours. Of course, it was only a temporary increase, and the business hours were changed to 11:1 a.m. to 20: p.m.

Once 1:20 p.m. arrives, the kitchen will stop accepting orders. The chefs will finish cooking the remaining dishes, the chefs will finish their work and start cleaning up, and they will leave work completely after the last batch of dim sum in the steamer is steamed.

The huge success of Zhiwei the first time it opened taught Huang Shengli that simply increasing business hours would not satisfy all customers’ needs.

Because business is booming, increasing business hours to accommodate more customers, exploiting the chefs, and making everyone in the kitchen exhausted is an extremely extreme act of killing the goose that lays the golden eggs.

Chefs have limited energy. It is disrespectful to guests who come here for our restaurant and wait in line for such a long time but don’t get to taste what they expect.

Huang Shengli is not a business genius, and he can't think of a perfect solution. All he can do is to strictly control the restaurant's business hours and never delay them while ensuring the quality of the dishes.

As the foreman of Huang Ji, Cao strictly abides by this rule. Basically, starting from 12:30, Cao will start to calculate how many people can buy the remaining dim sum, and even the speed of dim sum production in the kitchen will be taken into account, so as to dissuade customers who obviously cannot buy dim sum.

At 1 o'clock, Supervisor Cao will lead several waiters to start distributing number cards, limited to 100-120, and persuade guests who don't get number cards to leave.

Since Cao the foreman is very careful in his calculations, there are usually a few snacks left over. Customers who don't get a number, especially those who are only one or two away from getting one, will insist on queuing up and being strictly supervised, hoping to get something left over.

As for what exactly to supervise...

Monitor whether the customer who gets the last number plate will take the opportunity to buy everything and buy more than the amount. Once this happens, the supervisor will jump out to enforce justice. Just the day before yesterday, Cao, the foreman, persuaded the quarrel for five minutes.

In a sense, the current queuing scene in front of Huang Ji's door is also a major feature. Many retired residents living nearby do not queue up to buy snacks but squeeze to the side to watch the excitement, just to see if there will be any chaos caused by the execution of justice.

If it weren't for the cold weather, the food would get cold quickly if you came out to watch the fun. Foreman Cao suspected that many old men and women would just hold their bowls and eat while watching at the door of Huang's.

By the way, Foreman Cao is also a child of a state-owned enterprise who grew up near Huangji. When he was a child, he also ate in front of the state-owned restaurant with a bowl in his hand.

Sometimes when Foreman Cao stood at the door, he would imagine himself many years ago, holding his meal and standing on the opposite street corner, looking enviously at the crowd queuing to buy steamed buns. Thinking of the fact that the state-owned restaurant at that time was the undisputed No. 1 in Suzhou, he felt full of fighting spirit.

He was very energetic when trying to stop a fight.

"The last number is 115. Those who don't have a number plate don't need to queue, especially the handsome guys at the back. I told you when you came that you definitely wouldn't be able to buy a ticket. Don't queue, come back tomorrow." Foreman Cao said loudly with full energy.

Qu Jing, who had just locked the car, felt inexplicably guilty.

Since the last dinner at Huangji, Qu Jing has never come again. When Qu Jing came that day, she saw Qin Huai, but when she left, Xu Cheng had already gone into the kitchen, so she didn't see him. He only took away the small stove Qin Huai had prepared for her.

6杯陈皮茶、10个酒酿馒头、10个三丁包、2斤江米年糕、半斤绿豆糕、1斤猪油年糕、1斤枣泥山药糕和5斤鲜肉月饼。

Qu Jing distributed the fresh meat mooncakes and the extra tangerine peel tea when she returned to the department, and took the remaining snacks home to eat for a few days.

From that day on, Qu Jing's name spread throughout the Suzhou Branch, and almost all the doctors in the departments who liked to go to Huang's for dinner knew Qu Jing. Director Liu of the Department of Neurology always stood up straight when he got his food in the cafeteria, and he stopped calling Qu Jing "Xiao Qu" and just called her "Jingjing".

Qu Jing felt that before she even started trying to build good relationships with her colleagues and show her goodwill, their kindness came at her like a tide and almost drowned her.

Qu Jing didn't know what Xu Cheng was and didn't understand "Zhiwei" either, but when Qu Jing was eating in the cafeteria, she heard people from the orthopedics department say that Huang's business was so good these days that regular workers couldn't even afford to eat there.

The orthopedic doctor rode his bicycle from the subway station to the entrance of Huangji the day before yesterday. When he saw the crowd queuing, he turned around and rode back without even asking. The group was starving all afternoon, and when they went to the canteen, there was only some watery soup that even dogs wouldn't eat. The group of muscular men were so sad that they almost cried in the canteen.

Yesterday at noon, Director Liu nervously found Qu Jing and told her that today was her daughter's birthday. He had originally promised to take her daughter to Huang Ji for lunch, but looking at the current situation, they would definitely not be able to have the meal.

At most, I could hold the food and smell the smell at the door of Huang Ji.

Director Liu knew that Qu Jing knew Qin Huai, so he wanted to ask Qu Jing to use the back door to buy some snacks for him. The quantity was not much, just two three-piece buns and two steamed buns with fermented glutinous rice wine, because the children would not be able to finish more.

The child just wants to eat some buns and steamed buns on his birthday. It is such a simple yet difficult wish, so as a mother, Director Liu must do her best to fulfill it.

Qu Jing felt that Director Liu was a nice person and had taken good care of her during this period. Apart from the fact that he always tried to ask her to go cycling in the suburbs on weekends, which was a bit annoying, he was nice in other aspects, so she agreed to help ask.

This is what happened today.

Qu Jing had never seen such a scene when she ate at Yunzhong Canteen. During the days when there was a long line to buy Sanding Bao at Yunzhong Canteen, Qu Jing had been to Gusu. Hearing a hundred words from others about Huangji's booming business in the past two days was not as shocking as seeing it for real.

Qu Jing was deeply shocked.

She was a little embarrassed to ask for special treatment.

Qu Jing glanced at the third tree to the right of the trash can in front of Huang's door and saw a man wearing a baseball cap and holding a large black plastic bag.

This was the transaction location she and Qin Huai had agreed upon.

Qu Jing was a little hesitant.

As she locked the car, she seemed to vaguely hear the people in the queue carrying out a justice execution, and the reason for the justice execution seemed to be that someone tried to buy 20 three-packs.

Just as Qu Jing was hesitating, the man in the peaked cap tiptoed towards her, lowered the brim of his hat, and asked in a low voice: "Doctor Qu?"

"Mr. Huang?" Qu Jing responded.

"Yes, I'm Huang Anyao. These are the snacks Qin Huai asked me to bring you. You asked for two steamed buns with fermented glutinous rice and two three-stuffed buns, which is a bit too little. Today, we made a lot of snacks in the kitchen, so he gave you a little more." Huang Anyao stuffed the bag into Qu Jing's hand and pressed down the brim of his hat. "Qin Huai asked when you will rest. He plans to make glutinous rice cakes in two days. He asked you to come and get them when you are free."

"I'll be resting the day after tomorrow." Qu Jing said, "Mr. Huang, you don't have to take the trouble to pass on the message. I can talk to Qin Huai about this kind of thing on WeChat."

"I know, I'm just looking for an excuse to change the subject because I have something I want to consult you about next." Huang Anyao said.

Qu Jing:?
"I heard that although the rehabilitation department of your hospital charges a lot, the effect is very good. Is it reliable? Especially the rehabilitation therapy for the waist. They just recruited an expert from another province last month. Is it true?" Huang Anyao asked.

Qu Jing subconsciously glanced at Huang Anyao's waist and said, "The treatment effect of the rehabilitation department of our hospital is indeed good. As for the experts... I came here from Shan City to study and exchange. I am not very clear about the situation of the branch in Gusu. I can go back and ask for you."

"Great!" Huang Anyao took out his cell phone. "Please, Dr. Qu, if you find out any specific information, please tell Qin Huai and let Qin Huai tell me. Thank you."

Qu Jing has automatically switched to the mode of a doctor treating the patient's family. She took out her phone and opened WeChat: "No need to be so troublesome, we can just add WeChat." "Is it convenient for me to ask about the patient's age? What's the specific condition? Is it a back injury or strain? How many years of illness history? Has he received surgery or related treatment before? I have a form with relevant questions here. I will find it and send it to you when I get back. Please fill it out according to the content on the form. As for the specific situation of the expert, I will help you ask our director. It's better for you to..."

Huang Anyao was completely stunned. He felt that in the next second Qu Jing would give him a bill, ask him to pay at the cashier's office, and then go for a check-up according to the items on the bill.

Huang Anyao watched Qu Jing ride away on her bicycle, then turned around and saw someone he was not expecting.

"Gong...Uncle Gong? Didn't you post on your Moments this morning about eating fried dough sticks in Peking?!"

At the same time, in the Huang's kitchen, Qin Huai, who should have entered the final sprint stage, was mixing the stuffing at a critical moment, kneading the dough for the fermented glutinous rice steamed buns that had completed the second fermentation, mixing the stuffing, and occasionally trying to join in the work of watching the heat of the sanding buns. He had basically become idle.

There's no way, the helpers are just too professional.

Qin Huai had already had his tea and began to look around like Huang Shengli, inspecting everyone's work.

It doesn't matter if you don't see it, once you see it...

Qin Huai discovered that Gu Li’s level was really not that good.

Although Guli was not Qin Huai's helper, Guli's cooking table was close to Qin Huai. Qin Huai could see his movements and countless problems at a glance.

These are not issues of principle.

First of all, Qin Huai must affirm that Gu Li’s basic skills are very solid.

Secondly, he probably only has solid basic skills.

Whether it is red or white, solid basic skills are a must. Just like when Qin Huai learned to make crab roe steamed buns, the first thing he had to learn was not to mix the stuffing, but to understand the ingredients. Without a solid foundation, it is like a high-rise building without a solid foundation. It will collapse if something unexpected happens.

But it can’t just be the foundation.

When Qin Huai saw Gu Li helping Zheng Siyuan, he especially wanted to ask him, "Aren't you Master Tan's last disciple? Why are you only laying the basics and not learning anything else?"

There is no technique involved in kneading this dough, it’s all about the basics.

Qin Huai looked at Tan Weian and Gu Li, and felt that the gap in level between these two brothers was indeed quite large.

Tan Wei'an doesn't look much older than Gu Li, but his skills are obviously much better than Gu Li's. Gu Li is a famous disciple of a famous master, and his skills are only slightly better than the other four helpers who don't have names. He is simply a replica of Wang Jun.

"You kneaded the dough too heavily." Qin Huai couldn't help but said, "You are not kneading the dough for the fresh meat mooncakes, right? I feel that the way you knead the dough now is a little different from before, but the difference is not much."

"what are you up to?"

"Ruyi Scroll." Guli said honestly.

Qin Huai:?
What is Ruyi Scroll?
“What kind of dessert?”

“It’s fried.”

This involves some of Qinhuai's blind spots in knowledge. Qinhuai doesn't make many fried snacks. The most fried thing at home before was meatballs, and they were all fried before the Chinese New Year.

"What taste are you pursuing?" Qin Huai asked.

“The skin is golden and crispy, and the meat inside is juicy and soft.”

Qin Huai understood a little bit.

"Then you can't knead the dough like this. With the strength you use, the dough will be very soft in the end. If you wrap the meat and fry it in the oil pan, you won't be able to achieve the effect you just mentioned if you can't control the thickness." Qin Huai said, "You knead the dough too rigidly, too basic, do you understand what I mean?"

Gu Li nodded: "Master said this to me before, saying that I don't know how to adapt when making snacks, and I always make the same mistakes again and again."

“You can’t say I don’t know how to adapt.” As a person who knows himself very well, Qin Huai knows very well that many times a chef makes the same mistake over and over again and refuses to change despite repeated warnings. Unless there is a problem with his attitude, it is just pure bad cooking.

"Kneading dough requires skill, and you will get a feel for it after making many pastries. If you think something is wrong, it is wrong and needs to be changed."

Gu Li was a little confused.

Qin Huai also knew that his behavior of running to other people's workstations and pointing fingers after finishing his work was very annoying, but he just couldn't help it.

Most chefs practice more if they are good at cooking, and practice to death if they are not good at cooking. All problems come from lack of skills.

But Qin Huai felt that Gu Li was different. His level was not as bad as the dim sum he made. He was simply too rigid and did not know how to adapt. It was obvious that he could improve by making a slight change, but he just didn't know how to make that change.

Didn’t anyone in his Zhiweiju tell him about this?

"When you're kneading dough, your hands always pause suddenly." Qin Huai said, "I've been watching you for the whole morning. You pause naturally at the step where there's an obvious problem, which means you know very well that there's a problem with this step, but you won't change it."

"At this time, I suggest you try and make mistakes boldly. Try it casually and go with your own feeling. Once you find the feeling, it means the problem has been solved."

Huang Shengli watched from a distance and smiled at Zheng Da who had already started slacking off: "We are both expressing our feelings, but I think Xiao Qin can explain it much more clearly than you."

Zheng Da: ...

Gu Li nodded without saying anything, indicating with his actions that he would accept Qin Huai's suggestion.

It was rare for Qin Huai to be such a teacher, and the other party was so cooperative. Just as he was about to happily go to Dong Shi to listen to some gossip, the game prompt sound suddenly rang in his mind.

"Ding, congratulations on discovering a new side quest [Gong Liang's Desire], please check it in the quest panel."

Hey, [Gong Liang's Desire], wasn't Gong Liang eating fried dough sticks in Beijing this morning? What was he craving for in Beijing?
Want to eat better fried dough sticks?

Qin Huai doesn’t know how to make this breakfast.

The next second, Gong Liang's loud voice came from the kitchen door: "Master Qin, guess what good things I brought you back from Peking?"

"It's a great kitchen knife! It was made by a famous master and cost me six figures. I'm sure it will be very useful to you!"

Qin Huai:......

Thank you, I appreciate your kindness, but can you replace it with something else? Even a rolling pin will do.

If Qin Huai remembered correctly, the last time he looked at the game panel, his sword skills proficiency was only 179.

His knife skills are so good that he really doesn't do justice to a kitchen knife that costs six figures.

(End of this chapter)