Finally making a normal batch of Crab Dumplings, Qin Huai decided to strike while the iron was hot and made another batch.
The new batch of shumai was also normal.
Qin Huai was so moved that tears were about to fall.
To joy, Qin Huai immediately took out his phone, adjusted it to the food photography filter, snapped a delicious and beautiful photo of the Crab Dumplings, and sent the original picture to Qin Luo.
Calculating the time, Qin Luo would probably be out of school in about half an hour.
From Qin Huai’s understanding of Qin Luo, Qin Luo would check his phone first thing upon leaving the school, sometimes not even waiting until he was on the bus home.
Sure enough, half an hour later, Qin Luo replied to Qin Huai with a long string of teary emojis.
Luoluo: Wuwuwu, bro, you’re back, right? I knew you treat me the best. You made Salted Egg Yolk Shumai, right? Great, great, I’ll take the bus back right now to eat!
Luoluo: Bro, wait for me, don’t let Brother Yang eat it all!
Luoluo: Bro, are you still there? Is the shumai in the steamer? It won’t get cold, right? Bro, I want to eat 12 shumai; dad’s shumai is terrible, and I haven’t had shumai in ages [big cry]
Luoluo: Bro, did you go back to sleep? Answer my messages, bro, is the shumai still there?
Luoluo: Bro! I just called mom and she said you’re not back, where are you, bro?!!!
Through the phone screen, Qin Huai could almost hear Qin Luo’s heart-wrenching voice.
Having finished his massage, calmly sitting in the Bone Setting Shop eating a fruit platter, Qin Huai replied.
Qin Huai: It’s Crab Dumplings, I made them today.
Qin Huai: Didn’t go back, I’m in Gusu. After your semester ends, if you do well on your finals, I’ll invite you to Gusu in the winter break, you can eat sitting by the kitchen door of Huang Ji Restaurant.
Sitting on the bus, with sadness welling up inside, Qin Luo: QAQ
Ever since starting high school, Qin Luo had hardly had any snacks, just a belly full of painted cakes. Pop quizzes, midterms, finals, monthly tests were all cakes, of course, Qin Luo didn’t disappoint the painted cakes by Qin Huai, basically not doing well.
Only this month’s monthly exam was somewhat okay, not in the bottom ten, but this month Qin Huai was not in Shan City, Qin Luo couldn’t go to Gusu, so the cakes could only be saved for the holiday to be eaten.
Qin Luo sadly started scrolling through his Moments feed, dissing Second Brother for just painting cakes all the time in his heart.
Being fed with cakes every day, almost to the point of fullness.
Qin Huai: ［Image］［Image］［Image］［Image］
Qin Huai sent over several pictures of the welcome banquet and special staff meal.
Qin Huai: Come to Gusu during the holidays, I’ll find you a few tutoring teachers to catch up, study hard, not only will you have snacks to eat but also these dishes.
Qin Huai: Half of brother’s staff meal is yours.
Luoluo: !!! Bro, love you mwah mwah (๑‾ꇴ‾๑)
Qin Luo, who is fed up with cakes, expressed: I love eating the big cakes painted by my brother the most!
In our Qin family, we just love eating the main course!
After painting the cakes, Qin Huai ate some more fruit salad, thought the mandarins in today’s platter were nice, and asked the shop assistant for two to take along.
After Qin Huai left, the shop assistant took a photo of the remaining fruit salad from Qin Huai, recording how much of each fruit was eaten.
The next day, Qin Huai continued practicing the filling of Crab Dumplings.
Huang Shengli didn’t cut any slack, Zheng Da once again suffered a major defeat.
However, this time Zheng Da didn’t seem obviously discouraged, perhaps because yesterday’s teaching made Zheng Da realize the effect of the teaching videos he watched wasn’t as good as he thought.
Qin Huai noticed Zheng Da switched to a new teaching video.
The previous video featured a female teacher lecturing, now it’s a male, the lecture content switched from expression to how to interact with students.
Qin Huai really wanted to tell Zheng Da, Master Zheng, you don’t have to make it hard for yourself, being a teacher isn’t likely in your cards. Everyone has their own teaching methods, some rely on words, others on actions.
And Zheng Siyuan has learned this way for so many years, showing that Zheng Da’s teaching method isn’t entirely wrong, it mainly relies on the student’s own comprehension skills.
Qin Huai felt he had decent comprehension skills and didn’t necessarily need a talkative teacher.
Moreover, in terms of talking, Zheng Da would never out-talk Huang Shengli in this lifetime.
Qin Huai really wanted to advise.
But seeing Zheng Da engrossed in watching the video, Qin Huai opened his mouth but decided against it.
As long as Master Zheng is happy, he is the teacher, and teachers have their own reasons for doing things this way.
The stable practice days passed for two or three days, by the fourth day Huang Shengli felt it was time for Zheng Da to step up, meaningfully said a couple of sentences during their argument, he lost to Zheng Da, and retreated behind the scenes.
While Zheng Da and Huang Shengli were bickering, Qin Huai noticed that Gong Liang wasn’t there today.
Gong Liang came over in the morning for breakfast and disappeared by lunch, the 888 private room had no order, now with Huang Shengli and Zheng Da almost done arguing, Gong Liang wasn’t seen with his ergonomic chair at the kitchen door, quite unusual.
Could it be that the domineering president had work to handle today?
So moved, Gong Liang finally went to work!
Seeing Zheng Da muttering two opening lines from his lesson plan in his phone’s memo, Qin Huai withdrew his idle thoughts and started to pay attention to the class.
Mr. Zheng wrote the lesson plan over four whole days, whether it’s useful or not, listen intently first.
"Master Qin, our shop just received a batch of new mandarins, I noticed you particularly like them, take this bag of mandarins home to enjoy."
As usual, after finishing his fruit platter and sipping some tea in the Bone Setting Shop, ready to leave, the deputy manager of the shop came out from inside, holding a bag of mandarins.
The bright orange mandarins, with occasional bits of green, varying in size, not very uniform in appearance, but these not-so-good-looking mandarins often taste better.