Abnormal Gourmet Chronicle
Chapter 289 - 187 This is a Plot I Could Only Dream Of_3

Chapter 289: Chapter 187 This is a Plot I Could Only Dream Of_3

Chen Huihong chuckled and said, "It’s a simple thing, but Xiao Qin, once you leave, our days of great food will be over again. In the future, we’ll have to eat the snacks brought from Gusu, sigh."

Qin Huai honestly didn’t understand the world of these rich people who order cross-province delivery.

"Oh, by the way, you..." Chen Huihong started to speak but then stopped, "Remember to let me know you’re safe after you land. Once Huihui has her winter break, I’ll take her to Gusu for a little stay, so we can all get together and have some snacks then."

Qin Huai nodded, "Let me know when you and Huihui come to Gusu, and I’ll arrange a private room for you at Huang Ji when you come for a meal. It’s more convenient to have a little private feast that way."

After speaking, Qin Huai waved and went through security.

Qin Luo watched Qin Huai go through security and asked Chen Huihong, "Aunt Chen, why didn’t you tell my brother that Brother Yang resigned and bought tickets for this afternoon’s flight and high-speed rail to Gusu?"

"Ouyang asked me not to tell Qin Huai, wanting to give him a surprise," Chen Huihong replied, "I’m not worried about much else, but I am a bit concerned about his plan to start a new business—a specialty hand-made lemon tea shop."

"But a tea shop requires a small investment, so he definitely won’t lose 6.6 million this time."

"Let’s go, Luoluo, I’ll take you back to school." Chen Huihong led Qin Luo back.

Meanwhile, while Qin Luo had already returned to school and Qin Huai’s flight had yet to land, a very expensive-looking car stopped at the entrance to Yunzhong Restaurant.

A middle-aged man, who appeared gentle and elegant, stepped out of the car with a phone in his hand, comparing the image on his phone with the sign of Yunzhong Restaurant, hesitantly scrutinizing the entrance, then walked in.

Inside the restaurant, old regulars led by Uncle Wang were sitting forlornly, sighing.

Today, Grandpa Qian and Xu Tuqiang weren’t around. They were too sad and chose to stay home to avoid stirring up emotions, choosing instead to eat the Three Meat Buns they had grabbed yesterday to erase their sorrows.

Uncle Wang took a glance at the incoming middle-aged man.

Wealthy.

Although the clothes didn’t have obvious logos, it was clear they were custom-made. As a professional accountant who struck it rich in his later years, Uncle Wang instantly judged this man had at least one more zero in his net worth compared to himself.

No matter, what difference do two more zeros make?

With Master Qin gone to Gusu again, when will this monotonous life, foreseeable at a glance, ever end?

It’s the first day without Master Qin at Yunzhong Restaurant, and I already miss him.

Uncle Wang only glanced at the middle-aged man once, then withdrew his gaze and continued sighing on the table.

The middle-aged man, having entered, was clearly taken aback by the somber atmosphere permeating the mindset of the people inside the restaurant, hesitated for a moment, instinctively took a half-step back, then quickly approached the snack purchase window to inquire:

"Excuse me, do you have Three Meat Buns?"

The elderly folks sitting near the window immediately understood; yet another admirer destined to leave disappointed.

Before the staff could answer, an enthusiastic elderly man closest to the middle-aged man spoke up, "You’re late, Master Qin has gone to Gusu and said he won’t be back until after the new year."

"To have Three Meat Buns, you’ll have to wait until after the new year at least."

"Gusu?" The middle-aged man seemed surprised, "Master Qin... he’s the pastry chef who makes the Three Meat Buns? Him going to Gusu is..."

"He went for some study exchange at Huang-something Restaurant, sigh." The old man sighed sadly.

The middle-aged man responded, "Is it Huang Ji Restaurant in Gusu?"

"Yes." Huang Xi stepped up, "In our restaurant, the only one who makes the Three Meat Buns is Qin Huai, Master Qin. You’re from out of town, right? If you’d been here yesterday, you would have caught him. Today he’s left for Gusu, and at this time, he should still be on the plane."

"What unfortunate timing that you had a wasted trip."

"It’s surprising that Huang Ji would have a pastry chef go there for an exchange." The middle-aged man muttered, then walked toward the old man who had just spoken, asking, "How do Master Qin’s Three Meat Buns taste?"

Hearing the middle-aged man’s question, the old man nearly jumped up, "Good, of course they’re good, incredibly good!"

"Today you missed it, but let me tell you, if you had come yesterday, forget about getting a seat in the restaurant, the line would have reached the corner of the road!"

"Master Qin arrives at the restaurant at 8 a.m., and people start lining up at 6 a.m. Xu Tuqiang and his group lined up from 6 a.m. to 1 p.m., and unbelievably bought four rounds in a day!"

"Can they eat that many buns? Sorry for the tangent, but, brother, let me tell you, Master Qin’s skills are top-notch. Since returning from Gusu these past few days, he’s only made Three Meat Buns. You’re from out of town, so you don’t know, there are so many delicious snacks made by Master Qin, and even Dried Tangerine Peel Tea... is hard to come by!"

"Every day it’s limited to over 1,000 cups, and you have to grab it. I rush here early every morning to queue for a cup of Dried Tangerine Peel Tea."

"If you have time after the new year, you must try Master Qin’s Three Meat Buns, Five Fillings Bun, Fermented Rice with Steamed Buns, locust flower buns, sticky rice cake, Crab Shell Cake..."

The old man started listing off dishes, leaving the middle-aged man dazed and taking note of a bunch of snack names before he left.

The old man watched the middle-aged man leave, feeling quite pleased and thinking he did an excellent job today.

Although this admirer from out of town was unlucky and couldn’t taste the snacks made personally by Master Qin, he kept the admirer as a fan for Master Qin and maintained Master Qin’s high standards!

The old man didn’t notice that while he was boasting and passionately talking, two chefs in the back kitchen, who were supposed to be quietly making snacks, were frozen in place.

Both stood motionless by the photo counter, staring dazedly at the middle-aged man outside.

After the middle-aged man left, Pei Xing finally spoke slowly, full of disbelief, "Was that just now..."

"Xu Cheng, the founder of ’Taste’?!"

"Seems like it." Li Hua was still in shock.

"Xu Cheng actually made a special trip to our restaurant just to try Master Qin’s snacks!" Pei Xing’s voice was breaking, "This is the kind of plot I only dream about!"

"Is our restaurant going to be featured in ’Taste’!?"

"Is my worth going to skyrocket?"

Li Hua wanted to tell Pei Xing to snap out of it; Qin Huai being featured in ’Taste’ had nothing to do with us.

"Should we send Master Qin a message, informing him about this?" Pei Xing asked.

Li Hua thought about it and shook his head, "I don’t think that’s necessary."

"Didn’t Huang Xi just say, Master Qin went to Huang Ji for a study exchange? If Xu Cheng is really interested in Master Qin, he’ll go to Gusu himself."

"Such a scene of Xu Cheng opening the door and smiling, telling you he came because of your fame and wants to try your specialty dishes, should be personally experienced by Master Qin without any preparation."

Li Hua looked at Pei Xing, feeling that Pei Xing was already immersing himself as Qin Huai.

Li Hua silently thought to himself:

This too is a plot that I can only dream about.

Really...

It’s so enviable.

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