The first thing I did was to find out

Chapter 211 Working Overtime
Qin Huai found that he seemed to underestimate "The Taste".

It cannot be said that he underestimates it. Qin Huai knows that "Taste" is awesome, and he also knows that Xu Cheng is awesome. At the same time, like every chef, he recognizes the value of the Master Chefs Directory.
But he didn't expect everyone's reaction to be so exaggerated.

Brothers Dong Shi and Dong Li have taken a new magazine and started trying to use a magnifying glass to look at the only three photos that appeared in the article to see if their clothes were captured.

In Dong Shi's words, when the photographer from "The Taste" came to take pictures, he deliberately squeezed towards the camera, and there was still a high probability that the corner of his clothes/shoes could be photographed.

If this is captured on camera, then it would be equivalent to Dong Shi also being on "The Taste".

Haha, Mom, I want to bring honor to the family!

Qin Huai felt that the two brothers might be a little crazy.

Then he turned around and found that Huang Jia was not much better. The usually mature and steady senior brother smiled kindly at this moment, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were almost laughing.

Huang Jia arrived earlier than Qin Huai. When Qin Huai arrived at the store, Huang Jia was already reading the third page of "The Taste". Now that Qin Huai has finished reading Xu Cheng's manuscript, Huang Jia is still reading the third page.

If you know him, you will think he is reading a magazine; if you don’t know him, you will think he is going to recite it.

Look at Qi Tian, ​​who doesn’t appear in the film very often, sitting in the corner holding a magazine and grinning foolishly.

He was still relatively good. Wang Jun just laughed out loud, a standard honest man's simple laughter of "hahahaha".

As for Foreman Cao, he kept saying that he had to hold a meeting. He said that he had to hold a meeting for such an important matter.

She was walking around and checking her step count on WeChat.

Qin Huai wanted to ask if it was so worth being happy about being on the cover of Zhiwei. It was just a magazine, so why were everyone so happy as if they had won five million in the lottery?

But he knew there was no need to ask this question, as everyone's reactions had clearly told Qin Huai that for them, being on "The Taste" was more exciting than earning 500 million.

I'm so happy even though I haven't gotten on the list yet. If I get on the list, I'll have a three-day banquet. I'll buy 1000 copies and squat outside Huang's door, giving one to every person who passes by.

Zheng Da's vigorous shout interrupted the crowd's performance.

"It's time for breakfast! The four-happiness dumplings are out of the pot!"

When they heard that it was time for dinner, everyone lined up with joy to get their bowls and wait for breakfast.

You can keep happiness in your heart and be happy slowly, but it is difficult to be happy if you don’t eat a cold breakfast.

The six people from Zhiweiju did not participate in the performance art outside. They did want to participate, but it had nothing to do with them. They just quietly took a few copies of "Zhiwei" from Zheng Da, put them in the cupboard in the locker room, and continued to work.

Because of this, they are the first in line to eat the Four Happiness Tangyuan.

When Qin Huai walked into the kitchen to get his bowl and line up, Guli was waiting at the door of the warehouse with a bowl of hot four-happiness dumplings in his hand.

The four dumplings all look the same, the simplest round shape.

"Master Qin, I'm not sure how much you can eat. When Master Zheng made the four-happiness dumplings, he didn't wrap them in separate shapes. All the flavors look the same. I'll serve you four first. When you're done, just call me and I'll serve you more." Guli said respectfully.

Qin Huai didn't expect that someone would help him serve the dumplings. He took the bowl with some surprise: "Thank you, you can serve as you like..."

Before he could finish his question, Gu Li went back to the end of the line.

Qin Huai: Okay, the chefs at your Zhiweiju are quite professional as apprentices.

Qin Huai said that if he wanted to accept disciples in the future, he would definitely go to your Zhiweiju.

Oh, why does this sound a bit weird?

Forget it, it doesn't matter.

Qin Huai looked at the four dumplings in the bowl.

The glutinous rice balls are very standard, round and large, with a beautiful white porcelain color that is faintly glowing. It is a bowl of glutinous rice balls that do not require any adjustment of parameters or filters, and can be taken directly with the original camera to make people feel that they are very high-end and delicious.

To make such beautiful four-happiness dumplings, it is not enough to just rely on the baking skills, it also needs to be cooked well.

Qin Huai took a look at the big pot for cooking the glutinous rice balls. It was a custom-made pot for storing soup. Zheng Da probably found the biggest pot for convenience and cooked it all at once.

These dumplings are all made into the same shape and cooked in one pot, and the way of eating them is the same as opening a blind box, which is exactly the same as what Gong Liang described.

Could it be that Zheng Da intentionally recreated the scene of that year on this happy day?
Qin Huai took a spoon and started opening the blind box.

One mouthful.

Sesame filling.

hot.

So hot.

Qin Huai was so hot that he wanted to do tap dance.

Qin Huai's acceptance of hot food is very average. Before, when eating four-happiness dumplings, he would start with the meat-filled ones, and then eat the sweet-filled ones to provide a buffer. Today, the blind box was not opened properly, and the first one to be opened was the sesame-filled dumplings that were so hot that Ouyang almost did a tap dance.

"hiss--"

Qin Huai gasped several times because of the heat.

Hot, but delicious.

With Zheng Da's craftsmanship, making ordinary glutinous rice balls is simply a dimensionality reduction attack. He can dominate the entrance of the primary school within three days by making them with his eyes closed.

Qin Huai slowly finished eating the sesame-filled glutinous rice ball, carefully scooped up the second one and took a light bite.

Meat filling.

Eat Qinhuai with confidence, the ones with meat filling are also delicious.

Open the third blind box.

Sesame filling.

the fourth.

Red bean paste filling.

The blind box opening was a big failure.

At this moment, Qin Huai understood a little bit why Gong Liang and others were so full that they rolled their eyes when they ate the dumplings.

I'm not willing to accept this.

I ate so many dumplings of this size, but still didn’t get the flavor I wanted. I would be unwilling to eat another one!

Qin Huai knew that he was a little full.

The glutinous rice balls were big enough, even bigger than the ones he made a few days ago.

But he figured he could hold out for one more!
Sensing Qin Huai's intention, a quick-eyed and quick-handed Zhiweiju chef rushed to Qin Huai, bent over attentively to take the bowl and asked: "Chef Qin, do you want more?"

Qin Huai nodded slightly and raised a finger: "One is enough."

"Okay!" The chef of Zhiweiju quickly stuffed Qin Huai with a big dumpling.

Qin Huai bit it carefully.

With minced fruit filling!

Qin Huai almost cried with joy!

I finally got it, no need to eat the sixth one!

If I want to eat a sixth one, I will feel too full to make snacks after eating so much in the morning.

Qin Huai narrowed his eyes slightly and began to savor the glutinous rice dumpling with various fruits that Zheng Da had sneaked back home and studied alone for several days.

First of all, the glutinous rice balls are not bad.

During this period, the glutinous rice balls with various fruit fillings are not bad, which is already a great compliment in Huang Ji’s kitchen.

Second, it’s sweet.

Qin Huai knew that this description of bad was a bit like Ouyang's comment, but Qin Huai, who had been driving for several days, deeply realized that sweet and not bad is actually the greatest compliment to the glutinous rice balls stuffed with various fruits.

Why did the glutinous rice balls made by Qin Huai a few days ago taste so bad? Not only did he make them taste bad, but Zheng Siyuan's were also bad, and Tan Weian's were even worse, making people want to call the police.

It was because the fruit filling they made according to the recipe given by Huang Shengli was sweet and unpalatable.

Very sweet.

The sweetness of various preserved fruits mixed together is not a delicious delicacy, but a confusion of priorities, a chaos, a disorder, a tongue-numbing effect, and a lethal amount of sugar.

Because sweetness is wrong, a variety of preserved fruits become wrong, and rich nuts become useless.

The fruit filling Zheng Da made today is just the right sweetness. It has a clear primary and secondary sweetness, and the guests who eat this dumpling can clearly tell which one or two kinds of preserved fruits provide the main sweetness in the dumpling, and can taste the nuts that the chef wants you to taste. It is an orderly and planned sweetness and combination.

It's the regular army.

What Qin Huai did a few days ago was simply a melee of interstellar races.

Qin Huai took another bite.

Hey, why does this main ingredient look so familiar?

Take a closer look and wait, it seems that this fruit filling does not have so many ingredients.

Isn’t this the recipe that Tan Weian took out and learned from Master Zhou of Zhiweiju?

The taste is slightly richer, but not much. You can taste a few more nuts, but only a few. The amount is very small, so little that it hardly affects the overall taste and flavor.

Qin Huai was a little confused. He looked up with the bowl in his hand to find where Zheng Da was. He found Zheng Da next to a bag of flour in the corner, so he walked towards there.

Zheng Siyuan walked faster than Qin Huai.

"Dad, did you make the fruit-filled dumplings today according to the recipe given by my uncle?" Zheng Siyuan directly asked the question Qin Huai wanted to ask.

Zheng Da was still squatting and studying the flour. He said without raising his head, "Of course not. Was the recipe given by your uncle made by a human? Not to mention the fruit filling, I find it too flavorful to cook porridge with it."

"Your father found a very reliable master in the industry and figured it out after a few days of study and discussion. He made some minor changes and used 10 kinds of ingredients!"

"Look, today I made mincemeat with 10 ingredients to this level, tomorrow it will be 12, and the day after tomorrow it will be 14. Given time, I will definitely be able to figure out the messy recipe your uncle gave me."

"I now doubt whether the recipe he gave me is authentic. I vaguely remember that the glutinous rice balls made by the master used a lot of nuts and preserved fruits. Nuts may not have been expensive at that time, but good preserved fruits were really rare. It took a long time to gather the ingredients."

"But are there really so many? Could it be that he just wrote the recipe randomly?"

"Dad, don't talk about other things. Just tell me, did you ask Master Zhou from Zhiweiju for the recipe these days?" Zheng Siyuan asked.

Zheng Da:?!

Zheng Da looked up in surprise, and everything was self-explanatory.

The father and son stared at each other for more than ten seconds before Zheng Da slowly spoke: "How did you know? Did you secretly go to Zhiweiju to buy snacks without telling me?"

Zheng Siyuan: "...Tan Weian also knows this recipe. Qin Huai and I tried it yesterday and there was no problem."

Zheng Da: ...

It was a mistake. I forgot that Huang Ji now has Tan Weian, a direct descendant of Zhiweiju.

"There's nothing wrong with this recipe. Doesn't that mean there's something wrong with the recipe your uncle gave me? That's not a human recipe. How could there be so many ingredients for a fruit filling in this world? Everyone has only one tongue. How could they taste so many fillings in one bite? If everyone could taste it, wouldn't everyone be a food critic?" Zheng Da muttered softly.

"As soon as I came here, I heard you whispering bad things about me behind my back, Zheng Da. You haven't been seen for the past few days. Why do you speak so softly?" Huang Shengli walked quickly into the kitchen with a rosy face. He gave Qin Huai a loving and affirmative look, straightened his back, and strode up to Zheng Da.

"I thought you weren't coming today. I couldn't get through to you when I called you just now, so I asked An Yao to go to your house to find you." Huang Shengli said.

"What do you want from me?" Zheng Da was puzzled.

"It's all written in the report that you are the best horse breeder. Now the best horse has become famous all over the world. Guests from Southeast Asia to the Atlantic Ocean come to see the best horse. Isn't it time for you, the best horse breeder, to shine?"

Zheng Da:?
"Do some work." Huang Shengli said concisely.

Zheng Da: “…What?”

Zheng Da knew that now was definitely not the time to be lazy.

It was embarrassing enough that he had not figured out how to make the fruit filling and went to Zhiweiju for help, and was exposed by his son on the spot. If he did not roll up his sleeves and give his best at this time, it would be difficult for this Bole to become a master.

Zheng Da said that he could give the title of Bole to Huang Shengli and he would just be the master.

"I'll tell you what to do after I have a meeting with Xiao Qin and Xiao Cao. Now... don't be idle, knead the dough."

Zheng Da:?
Is he a helper?
"Your fermented glutinous rice steamed buns are not bad. Help Xiao Qin make some first. We will have a meeting to decide on the new menu for the future."

"Come on, Xiao Qin, let's go upstairs for a meeting." Huang Shengli said with a smile.

Qin Huai nodded and followed Huang Shengli upstairs into box 111.

In the box, Supervisor Cao had been preparing for a long time, with paper and pen ready to make a meeting summary at any time. Next to the paper and pen was a bowl of unfinished four-happiness dumplings.

It can be seen that Foreman Cao really wants to have breakfast, but because he is too excited, he currently has no appetite for breakfast.

"Xiao Cao, you speak first."

Huang Shengli and Qin Huai sat down.

"Okay!" Foreman Cao stood up excitedly, full of energy, as if he had suddenly become 10 years younger. "Let me first tell you about the most important issue facing Huang's right now."

"queue!"

"I read the article in Taste Magazine 18 times this morning, and more than half of the food descriptions were recommended by Guo'er. This is a completely new and unfamiliar dim sum dish for most diners. Master Huang, do you still remember when Huang's just took over the state-owned restaurant and you launched the Three Heads Banquet?"

"Remember." Huang Shengli said.

"Although Huang Ji's best business period was when it was last featured in Taste, I think the period when the Three Heads Banquet was launched was Huang Ji's most glorious time."

"At that time, the state-owned restaurant went bankrupt, and the most famous restaurants in Suzhou were the newly opened restaurants. When you took over the state-owned restaurant, no one was optimistic about it because you were originally the chef of the state-owned restaurant, but the state-owned restaurant still went bankrupt."

"Everyone knows that the closure of the state-owned restaurant was entirely due to management issues and had nothing to do with your cooking skills. The manager at the time was simply mentally ill. He didn't allow you to put so many delicious dishes on the menu, saying that these dishes were for entertaining leaders. At that time, no leader would come to the state-owned restaurant to eat. In the minds of many people, a bankrupt old restaurant is not as good as a rising new star."

"When Huang Ji first opened, its business was indeed average. Although the menu was updated, in the minds of many old customers, Huang Ji is still the original state-owned restaurant, just with a new owner and a new name. It is still not upscale and not as upscale and prestigious as those new restaurants with luxurious decorations."

“So you launched the Three-Head Feast.”

“This is the foundation of Huang Ji.”

Huang Shengli nodded slightly, "Indeed, the money for the renovation of Huang's Restaurant was basically paid by Gong Liang. At that time, he said he was investing in the restaurant to comfort me, but in my heart, I owed him the money. I was under great psychological pressure because I owed him such a large sum of money. I could only prepare three-head banquets day and night to pay off the debt."

"Until now, Gong Liang would complain from time to time that I forgot my roots after making money. When Huang Ji first opened, I could eat the three-head banquet whenever I wanted, but now if I want to eat a three-head banquet, I have to find an excuse to get married or divorced."

Foreman Cao brought the topic back: "Now, Guo'er is Huang Ji's new three-head banquet."

"Back then, Huang Ji was able to change the reputation of the previous state-owned restaurants, attracting countless out-of-town guests. Even many business owners would specifically ask to go to Huang Ji to eat the three-head banquet when they came to Suzhou. This is because the three-head banquet is Huang Ji's real signature, a unique signature. At that time, in the whole of Suzhou, or even in the surrounding cities, there was no other restaurant that could make a complete three-head banquet and whose taste and appearance could be comparable to Huang Ji's."

"Guo'er too."

"'Taste' has given Guo'er such a big advertisement. It is even more novel and mysterious than the Three Heads Banquet. If the customers who have been queuing outside recently came because they saw Xu Cheng's Weibo and wanted to try Master Qin's cooking, they may not have a clear idea of ​​what they want to eat. If they want to eat whatever Master Qin sells, then the customers who come from today are here specifically for Guo'er."

"All the customers who called today only wanted to eat this one dessert."

"Master Huang, this dim sum must be limited in quantity." Supervisor Cao looked at Huang Shengli, "It can't be bought by queuing up separately like the fermented glutinous rice steamed buns and three-diced buns. If it can be bought by queuing up, I'm afraid there will be people queuing outside Huang's 24 hours from today onwards."

Huang Shengli knew that Supervisor Cao was not exaggerating. He had witnessed with his own eyes many years ago how willing the guests who came specially to watch "Taste" were to queue up.

Huang Shengli thought for a moment and said, "How about this, Guo'er can only eat in the restaurant."

"It's limited to a certain number of people. Each person can only order one. This dim sum is quite large. One is more than half a pound. It's enough for a meal."

"What's the price?" asked Foreman Cao.

"The price cannot be too high, and cannot exceed three figures. Xiao Cao, you can decide a price that you think is appropriate."

"As for membership cards, matching, and advance reservations, forget it. Huang Ji has not been doing these kinds of nonsense for many years, except for dishes like the roasted whole pig head that must be reserved in advance."

"The membership card is still the old model. It will automatically upgrade when the cumulative consumption reaches 8. Don't do things like stored value."

Huang Ji's membership card is not very useful because Huang Ji does not have a stored value promotion of giving away as much as you top up. The original purpose of launching the membership card was to make it easier for old customers to place orders.

Huangji’s membership card can be upgraded to a senior member if the cumulative consumption reaches 8. Senior members do not enjoy discounts, but can reserve private rooms in advance and have priority.

Ordinary members can only book a box on the same day.

Foreman Cao nodded.

Qin Huai just listened quietly by the side.

He couldn't get a word in. Qin Huai was just here to communicate and he was not a shareholder of Huang Ji. He couldn't get involved in such matters.

"Xiao Qin, you may have to work harder during this period. Put aside the training of the fire and the fruit filling for a while." Huang Shengli looked at Qin Huai, "Adjust your schedule. Don't come so early in the morning. Just arrive at 9:."

"It's more difficult at night. After all, if Guo'er can only be eaten in the restaurant, it has to be sold all day long, not just at noon."

Qin Huai understood that he wanted to adjust his working hours to be the same as everyone else.

"Is it okay?" Huang Shengli asked.

"Of course." Qin Huai agreed happily. "Special policies apply in special times. Making fruit is also a form of practice. The guests have come from far away, and I can't let them go home disappointed without having a bite."

(End of this chapter)