Feeling fooled, the students made a lot of noise and noise, making the cafeteria look like a farmer's market. Some were angry, some complained, some wailed, and some were unwilling, but no one grabbed the steamed buns with their hands.
Fatty Liu looked confused. He pointed at the big steamed bun that he had steamed and was still steaming, and asked in surprise: "Isn't this just a steamed bun?"
At this time, a staff member standing nearby couldn't stand it, and hurriedly explained to Fatty Liu: "They are not talking about your big steamed bun, but the small steamed bun that Xiaoye made for you yesterday."
Fatty Liu's mind hadn't turned around yet, so he asked, "Aren't they all steamed buns? What's the difference between bigger and smaller ones?"
The staff member looked a little weird, and he was too embarrassed to tell Fatty Liu that the steamed buns he made were actually not very delicious. Compared with the milk-flavored steamed buns made by Ye Xingyu, they tasted very different.
This person has to take into account the face of his colleagues, so it is difficult to speak out, but the students are not polite. These are aristocratic students who are not short of money. They are always naughty. They have been pampered at home since childhood, and rarely consider others when speaking.
They teased Fatty Liu mercilessly one by one.
"Is this a steamed bun? It's more like shit!"
“How dare you show up if it’s so unpalatable?”
"Take it back and feed it to the pigs! Maybe the pigs won't eat it!"
"Little steamed buns! I want to eat little steamed buns!"
"..."
A bunch of students were chatting at each other, which made Fatty Liu so angry that his face turned green and white. He threw the big plate of steamed buns on the table and said angrily: "Eat it if you like it. If you don't want to eat it, throw it down!"
After saying that, Fatty Liu took off his sleeves, threw them away, and left directly to smoke a cigarette outside the back door of the kitchen.
But the students didn't want to just let it go. They gathered there to make trouble, and they would not stop until they had eaten the steamed buns.
Finally, Zhang Jinzhu was alerted upstairs, and after asking about the situation, he called for Ye Xingyu and asked him to quickly steam a few baskets of steamed buns to send out the students.
Since Ye Xingyu didn't need to prepare breakfast, he was taking a walk on campus at this time. As a result, he was called back by the staff sent by Zhang Jinzhu to find him. Emergency mobilization was carried out and he was ordered to immediately launch the steamed bun operation.
Those students who were making trouble for the milk-flavored steamed buns calmed down one by one after hearing the canteen's assurances and waited for the steamed buns to come out.
Breakfast time is from 6:30 to 8:30 in the morning. The most crowded diners are from 7 to 8 o'clock. By the time Ye Xingyu's steamed buns are served, it is already past 7 o'clock, and the cafeteria is crowded at this time.
Most of the time.
As soon as the steamer was opened, the rich milk aroma spread instantly. Not only the kitchen, but also the dining hall outside was filled with this tempting smell. The students who had been waiting for it for a long time became excited and crowded around the steamed bun window.
While looking around, many dining students who had never heard of the rumors about steamed buns were attracted by the attractive milky fragrance and looked over.
Fatty Liu, who was squatting by the back door of the kitchen and smoking a cigarette, also smelled the aroma of steamed buns. Out of curiosity, he threw away half of the cigarette butt and walked back. He saw Ye Xingyu using a tong to pick up the attractive pink and white steamed buns one by one.
Take it out from the steamer.
Fatty Liu stretched out his fat hand, took one, put it into his mouth, and took a bite. His squinting eyes instantly widened, and he shouted loudly: "Okay! This tastes amazing! Even better than the steamed buns made by me, Old Liu!"
Ye Xingyu laughed and walked out with a large dinner plate filled with steamed buns. At the same time, he said to Fatty Liu: "If you put out the remaining steamed buns, you should be able to make two more plates."
In fact, there were only two plates. As soon as Ye Xingyu left, everyone who was immersed in work in the kitchen immediately put down their work and gathered around. They grabbed the steamed buns with their hands in a tacit understanding, even if they were hot, and finished them in less than a minute.
There are dozens of them, and there is only enough left for one plate.
When the students who had been waiting for a long time saw Ye Xingyu coming out with a large plate of steamed buns, they all went crazy. The originally neat formation suddenly lost control. They didn't care about first come, first served, and just swarmed up. If it weren't for inside and outside,
With a one-meter-high countertop, I'm afraid everyone would rush over and grab it directly.
A large dinner plate can only hold about fifty steamed buns, and there are probably two hundred students surrounding them. How can there be enough space?
Ye Xingyu didn't dare to let them help themselves, otherwise one person would have to take away at least several, and most people wouldn't be able to eat it.
So he didn't put the big dinner plate in front of him, but used a tong to hold the buns and passed them over one by one, shouting: "One for each person, don't grab them!"
The person who got the steamed buns just moved away obediently. It was impossible to fish in troubled waters, not to mention that other students were supervising each other, and even Ye Xingyu himself would not mess up.
His soul is extremely powerful, the speed of his thoughts is comparable to that of a galactic computer, and his memory ability is unparalleled. It is clear who has received it and who has not received it, so there is no way he can be fooled.
In less than a minute, the plate of steamed buns was finished. Fatty Liu just came out with the second plate. He seemed reluctant to let go and wanted to eat a few more, but Ye Xingyu took the plate and started eating again.
Make steamed buns one by one.
After the two large plates of steamed buns were finished, not even half of the people had eaten. The remaining students were unwilling to give in and made a lot of noise.
Seeing that the situation was showing signs of getting out of control again, Ye Xingyu immediately made a promise that in another half hour, the steamed buns would come out again, so please be patient.
Ye Xingyu asked Fatty Liu to help him, and the two of them started making steamed buns with great enthusiasm. Of course, they followed Ye Xingyu's method.
Fatty Liu had no resentment at this time and was learning humbly. He would do whatever Ye Xingyu asked him to do, just like a master leading his apprentice.
Fortunately, there was still some fermented dough, which saved a lot of time. Ye Xingyu asked Fatty Liu to boil water and started to prepare the ingredients and knead the dough himself.
The reason why his milk-flavored steamed buns are delicious is firstly because of the different formula, adding eggs, butter, fresh cream, etc., and secondly because of the kneading technique, he uses internal energy to knead the dough.
You know, the more evenly and finely the dough is kneaded, the better the taste of the steamed buns will be. Generally, people who are impatient will do this step more sloppily. Even veterans will find it difficult to knead the dough in a short time.
Very even and delicate.
If the kneading time is too long and the fermentation speed exceeds the kneading speed, the surface of the dough will become rough, so the secret to kneading the dough is that the faster the better.
Ye Xingyu used his internal energy to directly destroy the molecular structure of the dough itself and break it down into smaller particles, achieving an effect that is difficult for ordinary people to achieve. So he just kneaded it casually a few times, and the dough was ready.
Saved time.
With Fatty Liu helping him, Ye Xingyu did not have to do some chores himself, and the speed was slightly improved. It was originally promised for half an hour, but in the end, the steamed buns came out in twenty-five minutes, but in less than three minutes, all the
The steamed buns were gone as soon as they were scattered, but there were still many students who didn't get any.
It was almost eight o'clock at this time, and there was only half an hour before the canteen closed. All the fermented dough was used up, and there was no way to rush to make it again. Ye Xingyu could only announce to everyone with regret: "We will close today, please come early tomorrow."