At 8:37 am, Qin Huai’s crab dumplings were ready.
As usual, Qin Huai made two crab dumplings per person based on the headcount. It’s not that Qin Huai was stingy or afraid of trouble, it’s mainly because he discovered that pairing crab dumplings with Zhou Sha Wonton makes a great breakfast combo.
Two crab dumplings with a bowl of Zhou Sha Wonton, plus a tea egg or a cup of soy milk, perfect breakfast.
Gives you energy for the whole day.
Yes, Qin Huai also made soy milk.
The tea eggs were requested by him from Gong Liang, who went to buy them from the breakfast shop at the neighborhood entrance. As a tea egg enthusiast, Qin Huai felt that a breakfast of this caliber is soulless without a tea egg.
After working at Huang Ji for over half a month, Master Qin finally regained the feeling of being a master at a breakfast shop.
Everyone who tasted his breakfast said it was good.
In the days to follow, Qin Huai kept on practicing crab dumplings routinely.
Making a batch in the morning and a few more in the afternoon, the chefs in Huang’s Kitchen entered a period of unlimited crab dumplings.
They even started to feel a bit fed up with them.
Dong Shi knew that saying so might make him seem ungrateful. After all, Qin Huai’s skills are not bad, and the crab dumplings are free as employee welfare. Such good benefits would make employees laugh in their dreams at any company.
But eating them every day, morning and afternoon without missing a al, only cutting back when on leave, really makes one a bit fed up.
Dong Shi wasn’t sure if the other chefs in Huang’s Kitchen felt the sa, but he knew there was certainly one person who never got tired of eating them.
Gong Liang.
Gong Liang truly loved eating crab dumplings.
He ate them every day, rain or shine, squatting at the kitchen door in the morning, squatting at the kitchen door in the afternoon.
Gong Liang even got tired of Zhou Sha Wonton, but never got tired of crab dumplings.
Sotis when Gong Liang ca to Huang’s Kitchen in the morning, he brought his own breakfast combo.
White porridge, congee with preserved egg and lean at, plain noodles, egg pancakes, jianbing pancakes, pan-fried buns, stead dumplings from Shaxian, corn boiled by his wife, mixed noodles, mutton soup...
Only missing bringing his own chef along.
But no matter what breakfast Gong Liang brought, crab dumplings were always part of it.
Topped with other dishes.
In the afternoon, Gong Liang sotis ate them with other dishes too.
Paired with so fruit, so side dishes, sotis with so tea, he would switch from a big chair to a small stool and move it into the kitchen, using Huang Shengli’s small table for tea, and chat with Huang Shengli while eating, reminiscing about old neighborhood gossip.
He basically turned tea ti into a tea party in Huang’s Kitchen.
Huang Shengli also enjoyed it; now, the teaching task for crab dumplings had little to do with him. Huang Shengli also felt it had little to do with Zheng Da.
Qin Huai now didn’t need much guidance on making crab dumplings, mainly practicing. Practicing repeatedly, ti after ti, building up gradually, ideally building muscle mory.
If Zheng Da could say anything, he could give so guidance while watching from the side, but unfortunately, Zheng Da was not eloquent. He saw problems accurately but explained them abstractly; if not for Qin Huai’s ability to tune into his abstract thoughts, outsiders listening would only think they were talking past each other.
Simply put, the student no longer needed much instruction from the teacher.
In this situation, Zheng Da’s old habit of not liking the kitchen ca back again.
At first, it was slacking every three days, then every two days, and now he’s straight up working one day and resting the next, so much so that Huang Shengli didn’t know what to say.
If you say Zheng Da doesn’t want to make Qin Huai his closed-door disciple, that’s impossible. Anyone with eyes could see how much Zheng Da wanted to impart all his knowledge.
If you say he wants to, he’s still working one day, resting one.
He hasn’t even officially taken on a disciple yet and is already working one day, resting one; if he does take one on, who knows how many days off he’ll take, Huang Shengli can’t even imagine.
However, Huang Shengli also knew that Zheng Da hadn’t been a formal chef in many years. It’s not his main job, keeping him in the kitchen wouldn’t be useful. Qin Huai now doesn’t necessarily need Zheng Da watching over him while practicing crab dumplings; having him nearby to check things is enough.
Plus, Huang Shengli was a bit fed up with them too.
With Zheng Da not around, no one to chat or banter with, being alone in the kitchen got a bit boring. Huang Shengli’s waist was recovering well, and the physiotherapy didn’t need to be done daily anymore, entering the final stage of recovery.
Barring any accidents, with regular recovery, he could return to Huang Ji after the new year and continue working as the head chef.
Currently, there’s no need for Huang Shengli to worry about Huang Ji’s business; without the red-cornered brand, the white-cornered brand is still there. There’s no worry about revenue, and the reputation is gradually recovering.
Huang Shengli was on temporary rest, not permanent retirent. In waiting for the head chef’s return, the loyal custors were very patient. Trying out different snacks while waiting was acceptable.
One could say, apart from feeling a bit bored while helping Qin Huai with crab dumplings in the afternoon, Huang Shengli had hardly any worries.
So Huang Shengli ignored Gong Liang moving the small stool into the kitchen, a seriously boundary-crossing act, letting it slide, letting Gong Liang beco his chat companion, enjoying afternoon tea and crab dumplings while chatting.
Who could bla Gong Liang for being so chatty?
Whenever Gong Liang wanted, even with soone he just t for two hours, he could find topics of interest to chat about for an entire afternoon.
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