Abnormal Gourmet Chronicle
Chapter 197 - 155 Too Eager to Improve_2

Chapter 197: Chapter 155 Too Eager to Improve_2

"So now most of the crab roe shaomai on the market are filled with salted egg yolk, mixed with pork and shrimp. They’re cheap, taste good, and suit the general public’s palate."

"The kind of authentic crab roe shaomai you’re imagining is probably only available at big restaurants."

Zheng Siyuan described the difficulty of crab roe shaomai as being incredibly high, but Qin Huai’s eyes only grew brighter as he listened.

Indeed, crab roe shaomai is truly difficult to make.

But what’s the most important thing in making crab roe shaomai?

Seasoning!

What’s Qin Huai best at?

Seasoning!

It’s right up my alley, folks!

And crab roe shaomai, at a glance, doesn’t seem to require much Fire Control or Finger Skill.

Thinking about this, Qin Huai was almost moved to tears.

After having the game system for so long, he’s finally encountered a task that’s right in his wheelhouse.

At this point, someone might ask, doesn’t the shaomai skin matter?

The shaomai skin is very challenging, all right. Good lotus leaf skin is not that easy to roll out.

To this, Qin Huai has only one thing to say:

His yeast skill is about to reach the advanced level.

"Si Yuan, do you know how to make crab roe shaomai?" Qin Huai looked at Zheng Siyuan with bright eyes.

Zheng Siyuan: ?

Aren’t you practicing Fire Control? Weren’t you just practicing guo’er recently? Your pace of getting interested in one thing after another is way too fast.

"I don’t really know how." Zheng Siyuan shook his head directly, "But my dad does."

"When will Uncle Zheng be back?"

"Hmm... next week?"

"When Uncle Zheng returns, be sure to let me know. I must visit him to express my thanks!"

.

That day, the employees of Huang Ji got to taste the rather mediocre lamb shaomai made by Qin Huai himself.

Faced with the lamb shaomai, which was clearly below par, no one felt that their idol was shattered or that the rising star was about to fall from grace. Instead, they felt that this was how it should be.

Qin Huai finally has a snack he’s not so good at.

Having always been unbeatable in the breakfast realm, Master Qin finally met his Waterloo!

Great, Qin Huai is a normal person.

After finishing the unremarkable breakfast, everyone began their unremarkable workday.

Work life is always dull, tedious, and busy.

Today’s snacks from Qin Huai were Five Fillings Bun and Fermented Rice with Steamed Buns, with Dried Tangerine Peel Tea sold as usual, limited to 1,314 servings.

Unlike the booming sales at Yunzhong Restaurant, the Dried Tangerine Peel Tea didn’t make much of an impact at Huang Ji Restaurant; its fame was far less than that of the Fermented Rice with Steamed Buns. Many guests simply saw the Dried Tangerine Peel Tea as a decent dessert, ordering one along with their meal, getting another if one wasn’t enough, and even packing one to take home if two weren’t enough.

If not sold out by noon, it would definitely be left until the evening.

After analyzing for a few minutes, Qin Huai felt it might be a matter of the target demographic.

Around Yunzhong Restaurant are all working stiffs; besides the community residents, every single office worker is struggling for a living. The heartwarming buff of the Dried Tangerine Peel Tea is a lifesaver for those about to start work, but for the already affluent wealthy, it’s merely a flavor enhancer.

Few ordinary workers can afford to dine at Huang Ji Restaurant.

Even if Qian Zhongheng’s family loves Fermented Rice with Steamed Buns, they can’t bring themselves to eat it every day, and even if they could, their wallets wouldn’t support it.

Guests who can drop by Huang Ji Restaurant for a casual meal now and then are all genuine rich people.

As for someone like Gong Liang, there’s no need to even mention. If he wanted, he could have owned more than 50% of Huang Ji Restaurant’s shares back then.

Now Gong Liang somewhat regrets not asking for a 50% share of Huang Ji Restaurant back then; he would be the boss and could ask the newly arrived pastry chef, Qin Huai, to make him some of the apple dough balls he’s been craving day and night.

Those are apple dough balls.

They might not taste as good as Three Course Duck, Sizzling Fried Eel, Eight Treasure Tofu, Braised Silver Carp Head, Crab Meat Meatballs, Braised Pig’s Head, Large Cooked Bamboo Fungus, Squirrel Mandarin Fish, dishes he loves, but he just wants to try them.

Because he hasn’t had much of them.

Zheng Da is much harder to fool than Huang Shengli.

What a great brother Huang Shengli is, dedicated to work, as long as he’s in good health, he’s an excellent chef on the front line of the kitchen, and private cooking is just a matter of persuasion.

Zheng Da, however, is not the same; this guy is truly unwilling to cook, especially after his son completed his training. You can’t count on him to personally cook something delicious except on special occasions.

Zheng Siyuan is much better than his dad but his skills aren’t as good, and he’s particularly stubborn, only liking to make those few types of snacks.

Gong Liang admits that fresh meat mooncakes are indeed delicious, but you can’t eat them every day. Clearly, Master Jing used to have so many tasty snacks that he could make something new every day for over a month; how come it’s gotten less and less with each generation of apprentices?

Gong Liang looked at the company’s latest financial report; the figures were impressive, and profits were good, yet his eyebrows were furrowed, full of worry, with his fingers tapping the table irregularly, creating an annoying sound.

"Mr. Gong, the clothes are ready. According to your requested sizes, we’ve made 28 designs, and they’re shipping today, expected to arrive in Shan City the day after tomorrow."

"For today at Huang Ji, should we book private room 666 or 888?" Gong Liang’s assistant reported diligently.

Gong Liang waved his hand: "No need for a private room today, book me a table in the main hall nearest to the kitchen."

"It’s been three days, exactly three days, and there’s been no progress in my relationship with Master Qin."

"Normally, by this time, I’d already be sitting in Master Qin’s house having tea and chatting, deciding what to eat for lunch and dinner."