There are only two masseurs missing, one is rubbing the left shoulder and the other is rubbing the right shoulder.

Qin Huai felt that he only needed to write and criticize the text, and others would do the rest.

With the joint efforts of Wang Jun and others, Qin Huai quickly made a large number of premade snacks.

As for why it is pre-made, it is because most dim sum must be freshly steamed and baked to be delicious. The kitchen of Huangji Restaurant is large enough, with enough stoves, enough steamers, and sufficient oven capacity.

According to Qin Huai's judgment, the Sixi dumplings, Wudingbao, Yuanmeng sesame cakes, crab shell roe and fermented steamed buns he has prepared are enough to sell from noon to evening. If there are many people at night, he will make another batch in the afternoon.

Where is the level of the fermented steamed bun itself? The buff is the icing on the cake, but it is still delicious without the buff.

The same cannot be said for tangerine peel tea. The tangerine peel tea itself is too low-level and too homely. Without the buff, it will just be a mediocre bowl of Tremella lotus seed capsules. Therefore, Qin Huai repeatedly emphasized that he should make so much tangerine peel tea in one day. He did not explain the reason, and no one asked.

, if anyone asks, that’s hunger marketing.

At 11 o'clock at noon, Sixi dumplings, Wuding buns, steamed buns with fermented rice wine, crab shell yolks, and sesame cakes went into the oven. Qin Huai, who didn't have to worry about the oven and steamer at all, made mung bean cakes with peace of mind. He even had the leisure and grace to look at other people.

What are you doing.

The red chefs headed by Huang Jia have entered the final stage of food preparation. All kinds of prepared ingredients are stacked together, like a kitchen in a rural banquet.

There are also people on Zheng Siyuan's side who are helping out. The meat mooncakes have already been put into the oven. He himself is not singing, but is making Dingsheng cakes.

Qin Huai glanced at the fresh meat mooncakes waiting to be put into the oven, roughly checked the quantity, and found that the quantity of fresh meat mooncakes made by Zheng Siyuan was 1.5 times that of the Wudingbao, Sixi dumplings and fermented steamed buns made by himself.

Really surprised.

This is too much. Who can come to the restaurant to eat moon cakes at noon?

As a staple food, there is no need to pay so much in advance, right?

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

Wang Jun glanced at it: "It's not much. It's a lot smaller than before. He should have considered that you are here. There are so many snacks, and the guests won't order so many fresh meat mooncakes."

Qin Huai:?

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

At 11:10, Huangji Restaurant officially opened.

Of course, the guests who came early have already been seated at 11 o'clock, but they can only order at 11:10.

Although Master Huang has not been working much during this period, and Huang Ji's prices have not dropped, but the reputation is here, there are still many regular customers who are willing to come and support it.

After all, what if Huang Shengli suddenly surprises everyone and goes to work?

Qian Zhongheng, the former accountant of the long-defunct cotton mill, came to support us today.

He did not come alone. He brought his entire family, including his wife, son, daughter-in-law, and granddaughter. The whole family of five came directly to the dinner party.

Qian Zhongheng's son and daughter-in-law even asked for an hour's leave from the company and came home from get off work early.

Qian Zhongheng asked the waiter for a paper menu. His son skillfully scanned the code to order. While ordering, he complained: "Dad, this is so disrespectful. Why do you insist that Yuanyuan and I take time off to come over for dinner? Please

There is also a charge for an hour. I just asked the waiter and Master Huang didn't come. He must not be cooking today, so I won't be able to eat three sets of duck and braised silver carp head."

Daughter-in-law Ma Yuan said nothing and lowered her head to reply to the leader's message.

"When your dad came back from shopping yesterday, he met Xiao Dong, Master Huang's closed disciple. Xiao Dong told your dad that Huang Ji had a new dim sum chef. Master Huang specially invited him back from other places. He looked quite good.

You are young but your skills are certainly good. I specially asked you to come over and eat good food, so don’t be ungrateful." Qian Zhongheng’s wife Bai Xiujuan supported.

The son whispered: "What kind of skills can a young man have?"

But my hand opened the category honestly and found the dim sum category.

"Wudingbao, Sixi dumplings, fermented steamed buns, fresh meat mooncakes, Dingsheng cakes, crab shell roe, Yuanmeng sesame cakes. There are many new snacks on sale, but I have never heard of them. What are these? Fresh meat mooncakes

Let’s take four first. I had them the last time we had a banquet and usually don’t sell them.”

"Four Happiness Dumplings————They look very fancy, here are five."

"Crab shell yellow - boring, Yuanmeng Shaobing - who wants to eat Shaobing, that's it." The son started to order other dishes.

The waiter brought the paper menu to Qian Zhongheng. Qian Zhongheng found that there was an extra page of white paper. He was delighted, glanced at it, and said immediately: "Children are not counted. Order each snack per person."

The son exclaimed: "Dad, are you crazy? These snacks are either steamed buns, steamed buns, or sesame cakes. They take up so much space! And these fermented steamed buns cost 18 yuan each! And this five-inch bun is even more exaggerated, 65 each.

This is almost as good as the price of a Chengfang residence!”

"Don't worry about it, your dad and I are rich." Qian Zhongheng said, "I'll pay for it and order everything. If you can't finish it, your mother and I will eat it for breakfast tomorrow morning."

Then Qian Zhongheng turned to the waiter and asked: "Are there any new dishes?"

"Mr. Qian, there is a new drink, tangerine peel tea, 25 a bowl."

My son didn't shout about the price. The drinks in the restaurant are overpriced to begin with.

Qian Zhongheng thought for a while: "Let's have 3 bowls.

The son continued to order. When he thought that his father had taken advantage of him and ordered so many expensive dim sum without knowing what they tasted, he felt so heartbroken that he couldn't bear to order. He searched and searched when ordering, and finally the family of five ordered.

Three dishes.

Almost as soon as the order was placed, the fermented steamed buns were served.

I had no choice but to catch up, and the first batch was just coming out.

The aroma of fermented steamed buns drifted out from the kitchen. I was still whispering in my heart whether Huang Ji was crazy. There were so many inexplicable snacks at once and they were sold at such high prices. Could it be that his son wanted to run away and end up ripping everyone off?

I muttered in my mind, and subconsciously stretched my neck to look towards the kitchen, and kept inhaling.

Very worthless.

"What does this smell like? Why does it smell like wine?"

Qian Zhongheng and Bai Xiujuan were also breathing in, but their expressions were completely different from their son's. Their faces were not only intoxicated but also filled with nostalgia.

"Where did Xiao Huang find this immortal?" Qian Zhongheng murmured, "Is it possible that he has a junior brother that he is hiding behind?"

"I haven't smelled this smell in years." Bai Xiujuan said with a smile, "At that time, I couldn't afford steamed buns, so I could only eat with a bowl in hand while smelling and watching others eat. It makes me want to make a bowl of rice now.

Hold it."

"Smells, smells." Qian Zhongheng's 5-year-old granddaughter clapped her hands happily.

The waiter brought fermented steamed buns to Qian Zhongheng's table and served them.

Qian Zhongheng's table was the fastest and most decisive in serving food, and he naturally became the focus of the audience. Customers at several nearby tables were staring at this place, waving to the waiter and asking the waiter what kind of steamed buns they had on their table.

I want one.

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

That's the taste.

It’s the smell of the fermented rice dumplings that filled the whole street decades ago. As soon as I got off work, I would ride my bicycle to death. I wished I could kick off the wheels to sparks and rush over to queue up to buy the fermented rice dumplings.

Every time I go on a business trip, my parents will adhere to the concept of a poor family and find a way to queue up to ask someone to buy a few more steamed buns and stuff them into a small iron lunch box. Even if they have been sitting on the train for a whole day and night, they will open the

Take out the steamed buns from the lunch box, and the steamed buns can expand back to their original shape. The taste of the fermented steamed buns is extremely delicious even when you eat them under cold water.

It's been many years.

Qian Zhongheng suddenly realized that he had not tasted this taste for many years. This taste was like his youth, which had been away from him for many years.

He seemed to understand Huang Shengli's idea a little bit. The old neighbors who had lived nearby for decades always ate with the smell of fermented steamed buns.

Although times have changed, the state-owned hotel closed down and became Huangji Restaurant, and Huangji Restaurant changed its name and became Huangji Restaurant. But in the hearts of these old neighbors, both Huangji Restaurant and Huangji Restaurant are the same.

In the state-owned hotels back then, the chefs were all apprentices of Master Bing.

Thinking about it this way, the master who worked as a white clerk before was indeed a bit unworthy of this store.

This master deserves it.

Yes, Huang Shengli has vision.

Qian Zhongheng looked up again and found that his unlucky son had already finished the bun at the speed of light, leaving not a single bite for his granddaughter.

The son was still licking his lips and said, "Dad, let's buy 10 more steamed buns!"
Chapter completed!