Four-happy dumplings, four small grids, each with different colors of ingredients. The diced chaff, cubes, spinach stems and egg skin are all steamed very beautifully, with bright colors, just like the heart of vegetable that is washed out in clean water with lard.

The meat filling under the ingredients is a traditional dumpling filling that meets the public's taste.

Of course, it's not that traditional.

Before I made Sixi Dumplings, Qinhuai always used the meat filling of pork, mushroom and diced carrots. But during this period, I have made too many fruits. I have made pork, bamboo shoots and diced carrots every day. As I was making it, Qinhuai felt that carrots were better than diced carrots.

The taste of carrot puree is not as good as that of carrots. It is more suitable to mix it in the meat filling. After steaming, the meat filling can better lock in the juice and taste better.

Therefore, Qinhuai did some regular recipe modification operations, changed the meat filling of Sixi Dumplings and changed it to pork, mushroom and carrot puree.

The effect is very good.

It has won unanimous approval from all diners except Ouyang.

As for why he didn't get Ouyang's recognition, this guy chewed peony too much. When he ate the first time, he didn't eat it, Qin Huai changed the meat filling, which made Qin Huai so angry that he canceled his right to try it.

Of course, it is the same whether to cancel or not, because Qin Huai came to Gusu on the third day after he completely confirmed the recipe, and the people who participated in the trial only ate two more days more than Ouyang.

It can be said that if the Sixi Dumplings made by Qinhuai were the basic style, then the Sixi Dumplings now are definitely the upgraded plus style.

Qin Luo could only eat 18 of the Sixi Dumplings in one meal, but now he can eat 25 of them.

As for why Qin Huai knew that Qin Luo could eat 25—

When I tried it on the last day, the greedy girl ate 25 pieces without knowing how to eat, but she couldn't fall asleep all night and didn't hold on to take leave the next day and went to the hospital.

Everyone who came to work at Huangji Restaurant today also caught up and ate the Sixi Dumplings that had been improved and completed the plus model.

Qinhuai steamed Sixi Dumplings use the largest cage in the kitchen, which is covered with a full layer. It is very shocking when opened, making people feel like they have traveled through the world of Chinese primary school masters.

Huang Anyao is obviously also a Chinese primary school leader.

After Qinhuai and Zheng Siyuan pointed out where the dumplings and wontons were, Huang Anyao chose the Sixi Dumplings that he could eat directly without any hesitation, and buffeted them.

The four-happy dumplings full of steamers are brightly colored, beautiful in shape, and fragrant, shocked Huang Anyao.

"Yellow———Golden ratio is hot!"

Huang Anyao had completely forgotten that Qin Huai had told him what he had to eat just now. He carefully clamped out two of them with a clip, and did not cover the steamer. Anyway, there must be someone behind him to get the Sixi Dumplings, and blew them hard at the Sixi Dumplings with a plate.

Not everyone has Qin Luo’s iron mouth.

Huang Jia is already counting wontons.

"Who wants to eat wontons?" Huang Jia asked loudly.

Although it is theoretically time to work now, Huang Jia feels it is rare to make breakfast in the store, so he should eat something to do to make things work for himself.

Zheng Siyuan personally made the Yosha wontons and the bubble wontons, and I’m sorry for not eating them.

"I, I!" Huang Anyao raised his hand actively, moved away from the way, and asked others to pick up the Sixi Dumplings.

Qin Huai saw that everyone was so active and proactive about eating wontons and dumplings, and felt a little strange. He turned his head and asked Zheng Siyuan in a low voice: "Did you not have breakfast in the morning?"

It shouldn't be. Huang Ji Restaurant doesn't usually include breakfast. It's time to go to work at 9 o'clock. It's a heavy physical work as soon as it goes to work. 1

I only need lunch, so I must eat more in the morning.

Zheng Siyuan looked at Qin Huai with the hungry look of you, who was really full and hungry, and asked, "If you had just had supper, my master told you that he would cook two good dishes in person, and asked if you had eaten or not, and if you had eaten?"

"Of course I didn't eat it." Qin Huai said without hesitation, "But I can't compare with Master Huang."

"The truth is almost the same." Zheng Siyuan glanced at Qin Huai, "You make me Jiangmi rice cake?"

"You make it. What you make is better than mine. Anyway, it will be sold tomorrow. If I have time in the afternoon, I will make another batch."

Zheng Siyuan then asked, "You can make the crab shell yellow?"

"Well, I'll make crab shell yellow and sesame cakes together, and I'll start roasting until 11:30. But you may need to stir-fry the meat. I'm still stir-frying the meat now..."

Qin Huai shut up halfway because he found that he was a little worried.

In Huangji Restaurant, I have to worry about no one stir-frying the meat stuffing.

Except for Huang Anyao, who was the one who ate Sixi Dumpling and cooked wontons, who was the fried meat that was worse than his?

"Okay, I'll make some of the jujube paste and yam cakes. What did you think last night? Send such a long order to Huang Jia, even if you help someone, you can't finish it. The sales volume of Huang Ji Restaurant is much more exaggerated than you imagined. Every time my master asked me to help, I worked from morning to night."

"I just think that I've done better in this way. It's absolutely right to write more, and there must be one that is popular." Qin Huai explained, "What is the order you wrote?"

"Fresh meat mooncakes and Dingsheng cakes." Zheng Siyuan said.

"Not?"

"It's gone." Zheng Siyuan's expressionless face, "You will know why until noon."

Qinhuai:?

Qinhuai didn’t know the reason, but many people in the kitchen already knew it because the Sixi Dumplings had been blown cold and everyone had eaten it.

Let’s just say that, the moment Huang Anyao was at the entrance of the dumplings, he had only one thought in his mind.

If he was crying and shouting, grabbing Qin Huai's arm and begging him to stay in Huangji Restaurant for a long time, and give him a very high salary and give him a quarter of the shares, can he keep Qin Huai?

When I thought of Qin Huai's supper, I said that he could at least 120 snacks, if each one was the level of the Four Happiness Dumplings in front of me.

"Don't do it at noon, wait till the afternoon, see if you want to do it at night." Huang Jia interrupted Qin Huai.

Qin Huai nodded: "Okay."

Then continue working.

Wang Jun quickly got a good person and went to help Qin Huai. Whether it was chopping the stuffing, processing the ingredients, making buns, making dumplings, pressing molds or shaping the shape, Wang Jun and others took over. Even Qin Huai felt that he could not make up the filling, he only needed to adjust the approximate proportions, and the rest could be handed over to others.

To be honest, Qin Huai made snacks for the first time and felt like he was the emperor.

Just two massagers were missing, one rubbed the left shoulder and the other rubbed the right shoulder.

Qin Huai felt that he only needed to write a memorial and someone would do the rest.

With the cooperation of Wang Jun and others, Qin Huai quickly prepared a large number of prefabricated snacks.

As for why it is pre-made, most of the snacks have to be steamed and roasted before they are delicious. The kitchen of Huangji Restaurant is large enough, there are enough stoves, enough steamers, and enough oven capacity.

According to Qin Huai's judgment, the Sixi Dumplings, Wuding Bags, Yuanmeng Seed Bread, Crab Shell Yellow and Wine-Wine Breaded Bread were enough to sell from noon to night. If there were too many people at night, add another batch in the afternoon.

The grade of the wine-stewed buns itself is placed there. Buffs are the icing on the cake, but they are still delicious without buffs.

Tangerine peel tea is not good. Tangerine peel tea itself is too low and too homely. Losing the buff is a bowl of ordinary Tremella seeds. Therefore, Qin Huai repeatedly emphasized that tangerine peel tea can be cooked so much in a day. Not to mention the reason, no one asked, if anyone asked, it would be hunger marketing.

At 11 noon, the four-happy dumplings, five-dine buns, steamed buns on the steamer, crab shell yellow, and sesame cakes in the oven. Qinhuai, who doesn't have to worry about the oven and steamer, makes mung bean cakes at all, and even has the leisure and elegance to see what others are doing.

The Hong Case chef led by Huang Jia has entered the final stage of preparing dishes. The various prepared ingredients are coded together, as many as the kitchen where the rural dining room is held.

Someone from Zheng Siyuan also made a move. The fresh meat mooncakes had already been put into the oven, and he was not singing himself, making Dingsheng cake.

Qin Huai glanced at the fresh meat mooncakes waiting to enter the oven. After roughly passing the quantity, he found that the amount of fresh meat mooncakes made by Zheng Siyuan was the five-dine buns he made himself, and the combined amount of Sixi dumplings and wine-stewed steamed buns was 1.5 times. He was really surprised.

There are too many of them. Who can come to the restaurant to eat mooncakes at noon?

As a staple food, there is no need to prepay so much, right?

"Brother Jun, have Zheng Siyuan made too many mooncakes?" Qin Huai asked in a low voice.

Wang Jun glanced at it and said, "Not much, it's been reduced a lot compared to before. He should be considering that you are here too. With so many snacks, customers won't order so many fresh meat mooncakes."

Qinhuai:?

Is Huang Ji's business so good? He didn't think it was when he came yesterday.

Qian Zhongheng thought for a while: "Come on 3 bowls.

My son continued to order food. When he thought that his father had ordered so many foods as a sucker, he didn't know what it tasted expensive. My son was so heartbroken that he couldn't bear to order food. When he ordered food, he searched. Finally, the family of five ordered three dishes.

Almost as soon as I placed an order, the wine-stewed buns were served.

There was no way, I caught up, and the first batch happened to be out of the pot.

The fragrance of the wine-stewed buns floated out of the kitchen, and they were still muttering in their hearts whether Huang Ji was crazy. They were so many inexplicable snacks and were so expensive. Could it be that the son, who wanted to run away and finally killed everyone, had no intention of muttering. He subconsciously stretched his neck and looked at the kitchen, and kept breathing.

Very unpromising.

"What does this taste like? How come it smells like?"

Qian Zhongheng and Bai Xiujuan were also breathing in, but their expressions were completely different from their son. In addition to intoxication, they also had nostalgia on their faces.

"Where did Xiao Huang dig up the gods?" Qian Zhongheng murmured, "Can he have a junior brother who is hiding?"

"I haven't smelled this for many years." Bai Xiujuan smiled, "At that time, I couldn't afford to buy steamed buns, so I could only hold the bowl while eating while smelling others eating, which made me want to hold the rice now."

"Xiangxiang, Xiangxiang." Qian Zhongheng's 5-year-old granddaughter clapped happily.

The waiter brought the wine buns to Qian Zhongheng's table and served the dishes.

Qian Zhongheng's table was the fastest and most decisive one to serve, and naturally became the focus of the audience. Several nearby tables were staring at this place, waving to the waiter what steamed buns were on their table and they also wanted to have a serving of them.

Qian Zhongheng picked up a steamed bun, fed it a small piece first, and then took a big bite.

That's the taste.

It was the smell of wine buns that spread decades ago, and after work, I rode my bicycle to death, wishing I could pedal the wheels out of Mars and rushed over to buy the wine buns.

Every time I go on a business trip, my parents will adhere to the concept of being poor and rich, and try every means to queue up and ask people to buy more steamed buns and stuff them into a small iron lunch box. Even if I have been sitting on the train for a day and a night, I will open the lunch box and take out the steamed buns, and the steamed buns can still swell back to their original form. I will taste the delicious wine-making steamed buns even if I eat them in cold water.
To be continued...