These radishes, he needs to cut.
But An Youyou worked too efficiently; without Qin Huai telling her how much to cut, she just kept going and ended up cutting up all the radishes Qin Huai needed in the morning to make radish cake.
"Go help Chen An, wait, do you know how to make tea?" Qin Huai looked at An Youyou.
"I do, I do, Master Qin, I know how to make tea!" A not-so-familiar voice came from outside the kitchen, getting closer.
Following the voice, Qin Huai saw Pei Xing frantically waving at the kitchen door.
Is the snack master scheduled to work at this time?
It’s just past 5 am... Yunzhong Restaurant doesn’t exploit snack masters like that, do they?
"Master Qin, I can make tea! What would you like? Oolong, Dragon Well, Pu’er, Lu’an Melon Seed, Phoenix One or..."
"Anything will do, see what we have," Qin Huai replied.
"You got it!" Pei Xing responded excitedly, feeling like he scored a point.
Hahaha, luckily he lives close by, unlike Li Hua, so he can set the alarm for 5 am and rush to the restaurant on his electric scooter.
Watching Pei Xing make tea, everyone in the kitchen had only one thought in their mind:
In the next second, everyone started moving.
Those with tasks kept working, and those without tasks created conditions to work.
Seeing everyone being so proactive, Qin Huai felt like he was getting a bit of his feeling back from working as Master Qin at Huang’s Kitchen. If Pei Xing’s tea was to his liking, it would be even better.
Qin Huai returned to the culinary stand and continued making the Four Happiness glutinous rice balls.
Today, although they have to make lots of snacks, the Four Happiness glutinous rice balls are the main feature.
This is the debut of the Four Happiness glutinous rice balls at Yunzhong Restaurant. They must surprise all the diners and show that Master Qin’s months of further study weren’t in vain.
That way, when he goes back to further training at Huang Ji in the second half of this year, everyone might feel a little less sad.
"Master Qin, this is the dough I kneaded, please have a look if there’s anything wrong with it."
At 5:57 am, Qin Huai found himself completely back in the feeling of being Master Qin at Yunzhong Restaurant.
Pei Xing’s dough was freshly kneaded. As a pastry chef skilled in making various flaky pastries and oil-based snacks, Pei Xing’s dough wasn’t bad at all.
He’s a proper culinary school graduate, with Pei Shenghua, a distant uncle, helping to pave the way for him. His fundamental skills are solid. Just from looking at the dough, Qin Huai thought Pei Xing was stronger than Guli but weaker than Tan Wei’an.
Even in front of Tan Wei’an, Qin Huai could be Master Qin.
In front of masters, Qin Huai is Xiao Qin, Qin the apprentice. But in front of peers, Qin Huai is undoubtedly Master Qin.
"This is dough for a peach cake," Qin Huai could tell right away.
Although not very familiar with typical flaky pastries and oil-based snacks, Master Qin had watched Zheng Siyuan often make peach cake and flaky pastry.
"Yes." Pei Xing nodded.
"I tasted the peach cake you made yesterday; hasn’t been selling well lately, huh?" Qin Huai asked with a smile.
Pei Xing lowered his head somewhat embarrassedly, "Yes... it’s a bit. Among the snacks I’m good at, peach cake and regular flaky pastry are the easiest to make in large quantities, sold cheaply, but often left over."
"I also want to practice more, so..."
Qin Huai waved a hand, "I’m not criticizing. When I ate it yesterday, I noticed a bit of a problem."
"These types of snacks usually smell best fresh out of the oven, which is why they sell well. Eating them while hot can hide many issues, but the problems become apparent when they cool and they don’t sell well."
"Your peach cake is fragrant and crunchy, but too dry, crumbling all over when eaten. I know flaky pastries have this trait, otherwise, they wouldn’t be called peach cakes. But a good peach cake shouldn’t crumble so much."
"I can’t say much about Fire Control, as you know, my Fire Control might not match yours, but I can say a few words about the dough."
"Your dough isn’t fully kneaded through. I don’t know if you understand my description. In my view, your dough isn’t fully ready; it’s not compliant enough, the dough needs to be more elastic, and the shortening amount shouldn’t be too little."
"A good dough should make you feel it’s beautiful and compliant the moment you let go, not just feeling it’s passable and adequate."
Only when teaching did Qin Huai find out that the impoverished language of Zheng Da couldn’t entirely be blamed on him either.
Qin Huai looked at Pei Xing expectantly, hoping he could comprehend his abstract language.
After all, being a culinary school graduate, Pei Xing somewhat grasped some points.
"I understand, thank you, Master Qin!" Pei Xing said excitedly, "I’ll go try again now!"
Qin Huai nodded, not saying much more, nor did he ask what Pei Xing understood.
Those coming from Zhiwei Restaurant are all . Regardless of comprehension, they always provide ample emotional feedback to the masters. Whether they genuinely comprehend, it has to be seen in the results of the next attempt.
Qin Huai glanced at Pei Xing, already energetically at work, picked up a brewed tea cup on the side, drank it all in one go, and continued making the glutinous rice balls.
To be fair, Pei Xing’s tea was well-brewed, not bad for a culinary school graduate, truly professional.
An Youyou watched admiringly from the side, whispering, "When will I be like Master Pei, getting guidance from Master Qin on kneading dough."
Chen An, kneading dough, smiled, "Start by cutting radishes first."
"Master Qin didn’t let me cut radishes anymore, is it because my cuts were too poor?" An Youyou looked troubled, "Should I buy some radishes and practice at home after work?"
Chen An just laughed, "Get to work quickly, Mr. Xu and the others should arrive soon."