Abnormal Gourmet Chronicle
Chapter 258 - 175: Apple Dough Ball Level A _2

Chapter 258: Chapter 175: Apple Dough Ball Level A _2

It’s not that my sister is just being greedy, it’s mainly...

because...

it’s just that...

that dumpling in your hand looks so delicious.

You’re eating it so seriously.

It looks much tastier than the ones you’ve made before.

Qin Luo: I want to eat too QAQ

Unfortunately, Qin Huai didn’t hear Qin Luo’s inner cry; he was eating too seriously, and while eating, he even remembered a girl he had a crush on in high school.

That girl sat in front of him, was the math class representative, and collected homework every morning.

She wore a baggy school uniform, tied her hair in a ponytail, and particularly loved the buns from his family’s shop. She would often give Qin Huai money and ask him to bring her two buns when he came to school in the morning.

Qin Huai agreed, and soon more and more people were giving him money, even kids from the next class were placing orders. It got to the point where Qin Huai’s backpack couldn’t fit all the buns, and every morning Qin Congwen would drive a small van to take Qin Huai to school. While others carried just a backpack, Qin Huai had a backpack and two large bags of buns.

Almost all teachers and students at the school knew Qin Huai, and some students who didn’t know the truth thought he was a delivery guy.

Back then, their school wasn’t strict about it; there weren’t many boarders, the canteen didn’t sell much breakfast, and the teachers didn’t mind Qin Huai’s buying and selling because they also wanted to eat the buns from the Qin Family Breakfast Shop.

Later on, the vice principal even contacted Qin Congwen to ask if he was willing to take over the school’s breakfast services. But Qin Congwen refused this massive fortune, fearing it would be embarrassing for Qin Huai to make breakfasts in front of his classmates at the school canteen.

After all, at that time, the plots in popular idol dramas involved the poor heroine’s parents setting up a stall selling snacks at the school gate, and the classmates would all laugh at the heroine.

When Qin Huai reminisced about the winter, when Qin Congwen would specially prepare large foam boxes to pack breakfast, Qin Huai would carry one box into the school, and Qin Congwen would wait outside with another, because many parents had placed orders as well, the dumpling was already finished.

Only then did Qin Huai realize belatedly that he might have triggered the dumpling’s buff.

Tasting the flavor of love.

But what did the thought he just had have anything to do with love? The storyline with the girl he had a crush on barely consisted of a sentence, and now Qin Huai couldn’t even remember her name. After they divided into arts and science tracks, Qin Huai took science, and the girl went to study arts.

Qin Huai thought in confusion, could it be that what he truly loved were the days of bringing breakfast for his classmates?

Back then, the Qin Family Breakfast Shop earned quite a lot, but it was also exhausting. Almost all the buns he brought for his classmates were made by Qin Huai early in the morning. It could be said he worked early and late all for his classmates, moved by the sincerity of student friendships.

When Qin Huai finally chased away those messy memories from his mind and picked up the next dumpling ready to apply the color, he looked up and saw Qin Luo’s resentful gaze.

Qin Huai: ...

The level A dumpling was too tempting, and he forgot about Luoluo.

Qin Huai hurriedly caught up, applying the color.

[Apple Dough Ball level A]

"Luoluo, you hungry? Come have a dumpling to fill your stomach," Qin Huai said kindly.

Qin Luo immediately put down the flaky pastry, jumped up, and ran to Qin Huai to grab the dumpling, taking a big bite.

"Mmm!!!"

Qin Luo was so overwhelmed by the deliciousness that she couldn’t speak.

It’s also because Qin Huai had seen a lot in Gusu during this time, ate a lot of A-level dishes and snacks, Qin Luo really hadn’t eaten them before.

Zheng Siyuan’s fresh meat mooncake, Qin Huai didn’t know if it was A-level, and the snacks Zheng Da made before at Yunzhong Restaurant might have been A-level, but those were half-hearted, perfunctory A-levels, definitely not as good as this.

Not to mention the dumpling had a buff.

Seeing Qin Luo’s expression, Qin Huai knew that Qin Luo had already fallen in love with the dumpling.

Before Qin Luo finished reminiscing and started to brag, Qin Huai continued to apply the color. Coloring the dumpling was simple and quick, and soon two bizarrely ugly level A apple dough balls were born.

Qin Huai gave one to Pei Xing and Li Hua.

Pei Xing and Li Hua divided the work clearly: one rolled out the shao mai skin, the other wrapped the shao mai, and in no time, the bowl of filling Qin Huai prepared was almost empty.

The two of them paused their work to eat the dumplings.

They ate in silence.

When people eat truly delicious snacks, there’s no noise from their mouths, only some interjections at most.

In the quiet kitchen, dumplings were born one by one from Qin Huai’s hands.

In the hall, the grandpas and grandmas had already started queuing.

Qin Huai finished one, took one outside to someone, and as they ate, they were quietly happy, some extravagantly joyful ones had a touch of tears in the corners of their eyes, without knowing what flavor they tasted.

When Ouyang joyfully came in, the scene before him was what he saw.

The sight was so strange that Ouyang almost thought he entered the wrong place, almost took out his phone to call the police.

However, Ouyang had already seen what everyone was eating.

Dumplings!

Although he didn’t understand what was happening, he loved these snacks. They were meat-filled, substantial, and tasty!

Ouyang thought he should eat one first before asking questions.

Ouyang went to the window for a dumpling, happily taking a big bite.

Ouyang also fell silent.

He kind of wanted to cry.

He felt his nose getting a bit sour.

He wanted to grab Qin Huai’s shoulders like they do in melodramas and shake him madly, asking him why.

Why? Why haven’t you been at Yunzhong Restaurant for this whole month?!

Do you know how I’ve been getting through the days for more than a month? Do you know that my parents didn’t give me any extra money for snacks, so I couldn’t corrupt anything good, and both eating well and having enough money were a struggle?

Why did you let me get used to the good days of having snacks every day, and then leave never to return, only to come back now and make such delicious snacks?