The first thing I did was to find out

Chapter 214: Cloud Community Crisis

"What number is on the door?"

"It seems to be more than 500."

"Oh my god, it's only 10 o'clock now. If it's 12 o'clock, won't the queue be around or ?"

"Yes, I heard that Supervisor Cao notified us that the purchase of fermented rice steamed buns and three-piece buns is also limited. Each person can only buy no more than 6 at a time."

"Is this the first time that Huangji has issued a purchase restriction?"

"There's no other way. Even if there are only 1000, 6 for each person means 6000 pastries. Even if Master Qin works himself to death, he still can't make them all."

"Isn't Master Zheng helping?"

"Master Zheng is slow."

Zheng Da tried hard to help: ...

What are you talking about? What are you talking about? What do you mean Master Zheng is slow?

Is he slow? He...

Zheng Da glanced at Qin Huai, who was almost catching up with the speed of the factory assembly line.

Okay, he was a little slow.

But this can't be blamed entirely on him. After all, he hasn't made dim sum much in these years, and Qin Huai made it too fast.

Zheng Da looked at Qin Huai with some concern, feeling that something was not right with Qin Huai.

Zheng Da knew this situation very well, and it was exactly the same as Huang Shengli's. Huang Shengli was like this when he first started running Huang Ji. He couldn't bear to let customers wait in vain, so he could only force himself to work harder.

A little more today, a little more tomorrow, day after day, coupled with the big wave of "Taste", my waist was strained, which directly affected my career as a chef.

But Zheng Da felt that Qin Huai and Huang Shengli were a little different at that time.

Huang Shengli was forced to do more due to psychological pressure.

Qin Huai...seems to be... enjoying this quite a lot.

Zheng Da was a little confused.

Qin Huai doesn't seem like a workaholic usually.

Could it be that those crazy people at Zhiweiju led him astray?

Not to mention that Zheng Da felt confused, Qin Huai himself found it amazing.

The number of people queuing outside increased sharply, so Cao the foreman adopted an emergency plan to issue numbers to the people queuing offline first, and then open the online queue. He also sent waiters to persuade the customers who were queuing to leave, telling them that Huangji would not open until after 11 o'clock, and the system would send a notification to their mobile phones in advance. It was still early and everyone could go shopping around first, and there were also pedestrian streets nearby.

Everyone in the kitchen sent Dong Shi to find out all the details.

The pressure in the kitchen is also very high.

Because many customers have double numbers, they get numbers for both dine-in and take-out dim sum, which serves as double insurance. If they can't get a queue for dine-in, it's also great to buy some dim sum.

Not to mention that some customers line up at the door before 8 o'clock, just to eat both snacks and dishes. They are afraid that they will miss the message on their mobile phones and miss the meal. They are unwilling to leave and have to wait in line at the door.

It can be said that during the period of Huang Ji's popularity, the kitchen had its own pressures, and the management had its own pressures.

Even the mascot's young owner was constantly answering the phone to inform customers about the sales model and time of Guoer.

As Dong Shi passed on one piece of news after another to the kitchen, everyone's pressure increased little by little.

Afraid of screwing up.

Even a steady senior brother like Huang Jia was afraid of messing up at such a critical moment.

In such an atmosphere, Dong Shi didn't dare to chat about gossip. He just cut and prepared the food seriously. At most, he would go out from time to time to check and inform everyone about the queue situation outside.

In such an atmosphere, Qin Huai, who has the greatest work pressure, should theoretically be nervous.

But Qin Huai didn't.

On the contrary, Qin Huai felt very comfortable.

No one was talking. Everyone was busy with their own work for fear of making mistakes.

The workload is clearly so overwhelming that there is no end in sight. The number of people queuing outside the door, numbering over 500, is such that every pastry chef would be horrified when seeing it.

Obviously the working atmosphere is extremely depressing, and I am almost doing the work on an assembly line, ruthlessly gaining experience. I wish I had eight hands to knead the dough and mix the stuffing at the same time, and it would be best if I could chop and cook the stuffing at the same time.

But Qin Huai likes this atmosphere very much.

This is an atmosphere where everyone is very nervous, but they all work seriously, are extremely efficient, make no mistakes, have a clear division of labor, and cooperate well.

In this atmosphere, Qin Huai felt that he was more adept at kneading dough.

Qin Huai shook his arms.

A chef from Zhiweiju who knew a little about relaxation quickly stepped forward and said, "Chef Qin, is your arm sore? Do you need me to massage it for you?"

"No, no." Qin Huai quickly refused.

Damn, I like this atmosphere more.

Qin Huai thought seriously, could it be that he was actually a hidden workaholic?

That shouldn’t be the case. He actually likes taking vacations.

The happiest thing is lying at home, watching TV, eating fruits, drinking iced carbonated drinks, ordering takeout, etc.
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At the entrance of Huang Ji, Supervisor Cao and the waiters persuaded many people at the back of the queue to leave, and the queue seemed to be much shorter.

Wang Gensheng parked the shared bike panting, and ran towards Huang Ji without even locking it. He looked at the queue while running, muttering to himself that there were not too many people, and Qian Zhongheng must have lied about the military intelligence, while speeding up to the number collection area at the door.

"Get...get two numbers!"

"Uncle, each person can only get one number," the waiter reminded.

Wang Gensheng was still panting: "My wife is still on her way here by bicycle. I got her number as well."

Morning jogging is still useful. Wang Gensheng, with three cans of locust flower honey in his bag, pedals faster than Chen Juan.

The waiter handed Wang Gensheng a number skillfully: "Uncle, you can only get a number after you arrive. I can only give you a number first. There is a pedestrian street nearby and you can go shopping first. Your number is 555. If you hurry, you can get a number around 12:10. You can scan the code on this paper and I will send you a message to remind you when you are almost there."

"Can you do it? If not, I can help you scan the code."

"Yes." Wang Gensheng nodded blankly. He was completely shocked by the number of people queuing up.

Wang Gensheng stood by waiting for Chen Juan. During this time, seven or eight people came to get numbers. When Chen Juan arrived, the waiter issued a number and took a look.

587.

Wang Gensheng:!!!

Wang Gensheng, who has worked as a professional accountant for decades, said that when he was an accountant calculating the wages of people in the factory, he only calculated the wages of this many people in a month.

"Didn't there just 7 or 8 people?" Wang Gensheng was surprised.

"Many people get numbers online, but don't worry, uncle. We will rearrange the numbers here. Many people who get numbers online are just trying their luck and may not come." The waiter comforted.

Wang Gensheng said he was not relieved at all.

Just when Wang Gensheng and Chen Juan were deeply shocked by the number of people and the speed at which they were queuing, another girl came forward to get a number.

"Hello, I have queued up online. I would like to ask when will No. 376 be available?" "Around 11:45, we will send you a message online at that time."

Wang Gensheng felt that the girl's voice sounded familiar and turned around to take a look.

Qu Jing!

"Doctor Qu." Wang Gensheng was shocked again.

He just heard something. Qu Jing was actually queuing up, and was only number 376.

But Qu Jing is Qin Huai’s friend, so she is his top priority.

When Qu Jing was in the canteen in Yunzhong, she never had to queue up, and she always had her own meal. Even if she went to the canteen after get off work in the afternoon, she could still have a full set of dim sum.

Xu Tuqiang loved to eat glutinous rice cake so much that before Qu Jing came, Qinhuai might not make it once a week. After Qu Jing came, Yunzhong Canteen sold glutinous rice cake every day, and its frequency of appearance was higher than that of crab shell yellow.

Now in Gusu, Qu Jing has to queue up to eat dim sum.

Wang Gensheng felt like the sky was falling.

He was just thinking that if he couldn't buy it, he would send a message to Qin Huai and shamelessly ask Qin Huai to make him a special meal, and preferably give him two cups of tangerine peel tea.

Now, there is no need for special treatment. Qu Jing has to wait in line.

"Uncle Wang." Qu Jing was a little surprised and subconsciously wanted to put on a hat and mask.

Qu Jing was off today, so she secretly came to Huang Ji to queue up to buy snacks. Thinking she wouldn't meet anyone she knew, she only wore gloves and a scarf, without a hat or mask.

I wear a scarf because it’s cold.

Ever since she started secretly sunbathing, Qu Jing felt that it was nice to go out without covering up, exposing the skin that should be exposed, and even breathing freely.

"You are here to visit Gusu." Qu Jing greeted with a smile.

For Qu Jing, Wang Gensheng was half a patient and someone she was quite familiar with.

Wang Gensheng consulted Qu Jing about Alzheimer's disease.

"Doctor Qu, your ultraviolet allergy has improved a lot. You don't need to wear a mask when going out." Chen Juan exclaimed.

Qu Jing was stunned for a moment, then smiled and nodded, very happy: "Yes, it's much better after the treatment, and sometimes I can even bask in the sun."

"There's a pedestrian street nearby. Would you like me to take you two for a walk?" Qu Jing offered.

Ever since Xu Cheng posted on Weibo and Huang Ji’s business became booming, Qu Jing rarely went to Qin Huai for special treatment.

Whenever Qu Jing thought about the many customers queuing for hours outside Huang Ji and still not being able to buy dim sum, and that she had to cook here even though she had no urgent need to buy dim sum, she felt an inexplicable sense of guilt.

As long as Qin Huai didn't mention it, Qu Jing would not take the initiative to ask for special treatment.

Now the departments of the hospital don't come to Huangji for dinner parties. If they come, they can't get any. They just ride bicycles to exercise. Unless it's their child's birthday and they really want to eat, Qu Jing's colleagues won't be so tactless as to ask Qu Jing to use her connections to buy snacks. Everyone knows that good connections don't work that way.

Qu Jing likes to eat soft and sticky snacks, which are not lacking in Suzhou. Usually Qu Jing buys snacks from ordinary pastry shops, but on weekends she quietly queues up at Huang Ji.

After coming here a few times, I became familiar with the area.

In the new environment, Qu Jing no longer had to explain to her colleagues how serious and exaggerated her "ultraviolet allergy" was, and her colleagues only thought she was introverted, not lonely.

After communicating and interacting with everyone more, Qu Jing became more talkative and could talk about anything when she was taking Wang Gensheng and Chen Juan for a stroll around the area.

Talk about how popular Huang Ji's business is, how valuable "Zhiwei" is, how difficult it is to buy dim sum, how serious the traffic jams are, and how hard it is to get shared bicycles.

The two of them were stunned for a moment.

Wang Gensheng couldn't help but sigh: "This is just like when we were young, we would ride our bicycles to grab steamed buns, for fear that we would miss out if we pedaled too slowly."

"I practice pedaling on Sundays when I rest, for fear that my skills will lag behind others."

"Uncle Wang, how many days do you plan to stay in Gusu?" Qu Jing asked.

"I had originally planned to go back the day after tomorrow. My wife and I have to go back to take care of our granddaughter. Now I feel a little reluctant to leave, especially when I was riding the bicycle just now. I felt like I was back to my youth, thinking back to when I was an accountant in the factory. That..." Wang Gensheng began to recall the past.

Chen Juan covered her face and held her forehead.

"I guess we'll have to stay a little longer." Chen Juan ignored Wang Gensheng and said to Qu Jing with a smile, "We'll just have to stay in the hotel for another half a month, but the hotel we booked now is a little far, so we have to change to a closer one."

"There doesn't seem to be any hotels around here. It's all old residential areas. I heard from Qin Huai that many houses around here are empty. You can consider renting one for a month. It's more cost-effective than a hotel."

"By the way, Uncle Wang has been sending messages just now. Is there something wrong?" Qu Jing asked.

Chen Juan glanced at Wang Gensheng, who was still immersed in reminiscing about the past, and said nonchalantly, "He must have been bragging to his friends who were jogging in the morning. Don't worry about him. Doctor Qu, can you tell me more about that "Taste"? Why is it that it's even harder to buy dim sum after Master Qin appeared on "Taste" today?"

At the same time, the Yunzhong Canteen was filled with residents of the community.

Those who are jogging in the morning and those who are not are all there.

They are basically retired uncles and aunts.

The atmosphere was very heavy.

It’s even more tense and heavy than Huang’s kitchen.

The leader, Mr. Qian, said in a deep voice: "Everyone has seen the news that Wang Laogen sent to our small group of owners."

"The situation is very serious now."

"Chef Xiao Qin is so popular in Huang Ji that he was even featured in the article "Taste". Everyone has read the article, which only mentioned Huang Ji and did not mention our Yunzhong Canteen at all."

"That's right. What's the story behind that Xu Cheng who wrote the article? People who don't know would think that Master Qin is from Huang's." An old lady said indignantly.

"That's not important. What's important is that according to Wang Laogen's tip-off, Chef Xiao Qin is more popular at Huang Ji, his dim sum is more expensive, and he's more famous."

"People ride their bicycles every day and queue for hours to eat."

"We can't just sit there and wait for death. Who heard about it last time? The boss of Huang's wanted to marry his daughter to Master Qin. I don't think this is groundless."

“We have to take action, too.”

An old man said weakly: "But I heard that the boss of Huang Ji only has one son..."

"It doesn't matter." Uncle Qian said sternly, "The important thing now is that we have to go to Gusu."

"I know many of you have reserved your tickets."

Xu Tuqiang: ???

What is booking? Why don’t I know how to book a ticket?
"Everyone, please put your grandchildren aside for now. If you really can't, you can take your children to Gusu for vacation."

"Old Sun, doesn't your son run a travel agency? Book a hotel and let's go to Gusu to see what's going on."

"What if Master Xiao Qin stays in Gusu and doesn't leave? What should we do?"

"No, I have something to say." Xu Tuqiang finally found an opportunity to interrupt, "Qian, you live in the neighborhood next door, so it's ok for you to be in our neighborhood's homeowners group, but why is Wang Gensheng also here?"

"Besides, I am the real owner of Yunzhong Community. Why was I just added to the group?!"

Everyone:...

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