In the next few days, Chen Huihui worked conscientiously as a food taster.
The cost is that after eating buckwheat steamed buns, the child's face almost turns as pale as wheat steamed buns. It was better during the final exam, and he came here to try it after school, but it was miserable after the exam and during the holidays, and he ate it before lunch was fully digested.
Fortunately, children really love to eat steamed buns.
"It's delicious." Chen Huihui nodded in affirmation.
After several days of trial eating, Qin Huai has been able to very accurately control the size of the steamed bun pieces and the number of trial portions. He controls the daily trial portion to a reasonable range that allows him to eat a sweet snack after being seven-tenths of full, to prevent
Chen Huihui tried her best to eat it, but it hurt her stomach to eat too much.
"Which one is better than No. 52?" Qin Huai asked.
Chen Huihui thought about it seriously: "This."
"This... smells good."
Limited by her third-grade education, Chen Huihui has very few adjectives for food. Basically, they are simple and clear words such as delicious, fragrant, sweet, hard, soft, and hard to chew.
Qin Huai would not expect Chen Huihui to say: Cold fermented fermented fermented wine will make the cakes crack, and new sesame oil will make the cold utensils fragrant.
After all, "When it snows twice, I hope I will be happy and compose a song" is not included in the textbooks, so it does not mean that I must memorize the poem.
"Then let's eat the next one..."
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It was the end of another day of tasting buckwheat steamed buns. Chen Huihui held the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in her hand and happily took the unfinished No. 54 steamed bun that she had stamped as the best today from Qin Luo and slung it on her elbow.
Carrying a large bag of Saqima, he jumped up and down and ran towards the neighborhood committee.
Qin Huai found an empty table and sat down, and began to analyze today's tasting results in front of a small notebook. Huang Xi and An Youyou quickly started to clear the tableware on the tasting table.
Qin Luo gnawed on the No. 52 steamed bun, one mouthful of steamed bun and one mouthful of Saqima, and vaguely told Qin Congwen and Zhao Rong, who had just woken up to see how the tasting went today, about today's progress.
In summary, today’s progress is: 0.
After all, the task is not completed.
Although Chen Huihui said that this was delicious and that was delicious, she was very honest in her heart. These steamed buns were not her dream steamed buns.
Of course, it was impossible for Qin Huai to directly say that the reason why the buckwheat steamed buns did not succeed was that the side mission was not completed. He could only explain vaguely that it was not even close.
As for what is the specific difference?
Don't ask, it's just a breakfast restaurant chef's pursuit of steamed buns.
In response to this, Qin Luo, Qin Congwen and Zhao Rong expressed their incomprehension and took a bite of steamed buns.
"There's nothing wrong with this steamed bun." Zhao Rong, a middle-aged man who loves health care, usually mixes buckwheat, oats, millet, purple rice, barley, and sweet potato into a pot of multigrain rice when cooking white rice. Zhao Rong accepted the buckwheat steamed bun well.
After chewing on two small steamed buns with one piece missing, he still felt that he was still unsatisfied, so he asked Qin Luo to go to the kitchen and touch a darker one.
"It's chewy and chewy, and the fluffiness is okay. It has soba noodles but it's not bitter. It's much better than the buckwheat steamed buns made by your dad."
Qin Luo choked after eating too much steamed buns, so he took the opportunity to secretly drink coconut juice and asked, "Dad, have you ever made buckwheat steamed buns? Why haven't I eaten them before?"
"You weren't even pregnant at that time." Zhao Rong began to recall the past. "The economy was not good for two years and I couldn't make much money. Buckwheat steamed buns and corn flour steamed buns were sold cheaper than white flour steamed buns. It was easier to sell. Your dad
Just follow the trend and sell buckwheat steamed buns.”
"It turns out that the buckwheat steamed buns your dad made couldn't control the amount of water every time he kneaded the noodles. He also refused to add sugar when making the steamed buns. The resulting steamed buns were hard, hard and bitter.
, I can’t even sell it.”
Qin Congwen lowered his head to eat the steamed buns without daring to say a word.
Zhao Rong became more and more angry as she spoke: "What's more, since the steamed buns couldn't be sold, he couldn't bear to throw them away, so he asked someone to take them to the countryside for your grandparents to feed their chickens. How big is the steamed bun in our house?
Can we finish all the chickens we raise during the year? In the end, it’s not us who eat them! Your grandparents, aunts, uncles, and I eat those ghost steamed buns every day, until we lose weight from hunger.”
"I told your dad not to make that bad buckwheat steamed bun. He doesn't have the skills, and he still doesn't believe in that evil. He almost closed our breakfast shop after selling it for more than two months."
"Dean Qin is also pitiful. Our family couldn't finish the steamed buns and chickens, so we packed them up and sent them to the orphanage across the street. Living conditions at that time were not better than now. Ordinary families could only eat meat once or twice a week, even if the conditions were good.
It’s okay, as long as the children in the orphanage can have enough to eat.”
"It turns out that the children in the welfare home can still drink some cereal porridge. Your father eats buckwheat buns every day, which makes your brother's face sallow." Zhao Rong said and suddenly stopped.
, looking at Qin Congwen with sharp eyes.
"Could it be that...your shabby buckwheat buns have left Huaihuai with a psychological shadow?"
Qin Congwen:???
Unjustly accused!
He was just a bit poor at craftsmanship. He didn't have the money to search for something at that time, and the raw materials he used were a bit inferior. He was reluctant to add or skip sugar. The steamed buns he made were hard and unpalatable, so he wouldn't give them to his children...
Qin Congwen opened his mouth but did not dare to say anything.
Oops, it won’t really cause psychological trauma to the child, right?
Qin Congwen began to seriously recall his memory of the three meals a day in the orphanage.
Breakfast, multigrain porridge with sweet potatoes.
Lunch, two seasonal vegetables with white rice.
For dinner, vegetables and multigrain porridge, and occasionally stir-fried meat.
Damn it, my son could have eaten white rice, but I gave him soba noodles.
Qin Congwen lowered his head with guilt again.
Qin Luo, who was enjoying listening to the gossip, didn't think about it at all and asked: "What happens next? Has Dad mastered his skills?"
"Practice is such a waste! After the batch of cheap flour and buckwheat flour your dad bought later was used up, he stopped making steamed buns. Didn't you notice that our family didn't sell steamed buns very much in these years? I don't think so.
He wanted to sell steamed buns, so he bought a batch of cheap flour at a low price. He found that the steamed white flour steamed buns were not delicious, so he bought a batch of buckwheat flour and mixed them into buckwheat steamed buns to make buckwheat steamed buns.
.”
Zhao Rong said three idioms in succession to conclude. It was obvious that those two months of buckwheat steamed buns had really left a psychological shadow on her.
Qin Huai didn't hear Zhao Rong's scolding at all. If he had heard it, he would only say "Mom, you think too much."
Although the buckwheat steamed buns in those days were not delicious, they were large enough to fill the room. The welfare home had limited funds, and many of the children were disabled. Director Qin spent every day tearing down the east wall to make up for the west wall. Here he cried for poverty and there was a blow to the autumn breeze, half a size.
My son is poor, and if the children in the orphanage have enough to eat, it is a victory.
At that time, Qin Congwen's buckwheat steamed buns could not be sold, so they were all sent to the welfare home. The children ate the steamed buns every day until they were so full that they hiccupped, and they were as happy as gods.
There were even devilish whispers from unlucky children who hoped that Uncle Qin's steamed buns would never be sold, so that he would have steamed buns to eat every day. When Dean Qin found out, he was beaten up.
Qin Huai is analyzing Chen Huihui's taste.
After several days of tasting, Chen Huihui’s hobby direction has been very clear.
There is sugar and the buckwheat content is between 30% and 50%. Generally speaking, the better the overall quality of the steamed buns, the higher Chen Huihui’s evaluation will be.
She didn't just like to eat whole grains. One time, Qin Huai failed to control the amount of water when making noodles, and slightly added less water, which resulted in the steamed buns being slightly dry. Chen Huihui's evaluation took a turn for the worse.
It can be seen that Chen Huihui is quite picky when she has a choice.
Because Chen Huihong said that Chen Huihui went home during the New Year and gnawed a steamed bun from morning to night...
Maybe it's because this child is more filial.
Qinhuai circled the buckwheat flour content of 39%.
His intuition told him that he had actually tried out the content ratio of buckwheat flour and flour that Chen Huihui preferred.
However, his buckwheat steamed buns still lacked some ingredients, so although Chen Huihui kept nodding her head in praise, the task was still not completed.
But what's the difference?
Buckwheat steamed buns are just steamed buns, they cannot be turned out and it is impossible to add additional ingredients.
"Huaihuai, are you thirsty? Drink some water." Qin Congwen thoughtfully brought a cup of warm boiled water and asked tentatively, "Did you encounter any problems while making the steamed buns? Do you want dad to help you think about it?"
"
Qin Congwen said so, Qin Huai was not polite, put down his pen and asked: "Dad, now my steamed buns have been controlled at a proportion of 39~43% buckwheat flour, boiling water and flour, and a certain amount of sugar, but the steamed buns are still not good.
As expected, is there anything else you think can be changed?"
Qin Congwen:?
What the hell? Do you need to think about so many things to make steamed buns?
Qin Congwen scratched his head: "...well..."
"Instead of making steamed buns, make something else?"
Chapter completed!