Zhao Cheng'an: ...
Qin Huai smiled: "I was just joking. I didn't always love making snacks like I do now. A while ago, leveling up my skill was pretty painful. But now that I've leveled up, I'm in a good mood."
"Plus, I've realized that making snacks is really joyful." Qin Huai's face was beaming with a smile Zhao Cheng'an couldn't understand, "I always thought that making snacks was a happy thing. The happiest monts were when Luoluo wanted sothing, I'd make it for her, and when she was happy, I'd be happy too."
"Now, I feel like locust flower buns are my soulmate. I never imagined there could be buns in this world so suitable for . I had been neglecting them before, such a sin. Now I feel like if I don't spend four or five hours every day making locust flower buns to make up for the lost ti, I'm letting them down."
"Have you ever felt this way?"
Zhao Cheng'an shook his head, very firmly and quickly, hesitating even a second would be disrespectful to his ntal state.
Qin Huai looked disappointed: "That's really a pity. If you'd experienced it, you would understand. If it weren't for the difficulty of waking up early, I'd wish I could wake up at 3 a.m. every day to make locust flower buns."
Having said that, Qin Huai continued humming while making locust flower buns.
Zhao Cheng'an: ...
Zhao Cheng'an quietly took out his phone and ssaged Tan Wei'an: I've confird it, Qin Huai has gone mad.
Zhao Cheng'an: Qin Huai must have gone crazy from making buns, like he's lost his mind. Please quickly send the doctor you previously contacted in Hangzhou. I need to take Qin Huai to Hangzhou for a check-up.
As Zhao Cheng'an kneaded dough while questioning his life choices, Wang Gen Sheng, who had been quietly sitting at a small table being a backdrop for potato dumplings, quietly approached Qin Huai and whispered his request:
"Master Qin, can I take a day off the day after tomorrow?"
Wang Gen Sheng truly took the task of tasting potato dumplings as a serious pursuit, and during Qin Huai's intense period of making locust flower buns, he managed to eat only potato dumplings without touching the locust flower buns.
And he insisted on writing two reviews of potato dumplings every day, though they weren't very well-written.
But the spirit was comndable.
Qin Huai paused his humming again: "Uncle Wang, are you tired of eating potato dumplings? Would you like to make you so other snacks to switch things up?"
"No, no." Wang Gen Sheng quickly waved his hand, "Eating potato dumplings is sothing I agreed with Master Qin, I promised to help you test the dishes and find a satisfactory potato dumpling."
"The day after tomorrow, I have to accompany my wife to the hospital for a check-up, and I might be busy for the day, so I won't have ti to co by."
"Oh, oh." Qin Huai nodded repeatedly, "Uncle Wang, of course, you have to prioritize your own matters. Here's what I'll do: tomorrow I'll make you so Crab Shell Cake that you love and pack two bags of locust flower buns and fernted rice with stead buns for you to take ho and eat the day after tomorrow."
Wang Gen Sheng smiled sheepishly: "That would be too nice."
"Just one bag of locust flower buns, one bag of fernted rice buns will do, more than that won't be finished."
"Alright."
Qin Huai continued making locust flower buns.
After kneading another batch of dough, Qin Huai belatedly realized that the day after tomorrow seed to be a Sunday, and Qin Luo wouldn't have class or evening self-study.
Yunzhong Restaurant hadn't had a full shop rest day or team building event in a while.
Perhaps it was ti to give everyone a day off and go to an amusent park for team building.
If Zhao Cheng'an doesn't get a break soon, the guy might actually go crazy.
If the last life of a mayfly was due to work stress from making snacks, avoiding reality and tragically committing suicide, then Qin Huai would beco the eternal villain responsible for the mayfly's demise.
A sin, a sin.
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