"At first, I shared a rental with soone from my hotown," An Youyou said. "My aunt helped arrange it; she got the bed, and I slept on the floor. Rent was only 150 yuan a month."
"Though it was very cheap, sleeping on the floor was really inconvenient. My suitcase was right at my feet, and when I turned over, my head would hit the wall. But it was sumr then, so it was cooler on the floor, though the fan in the room never really reached ."
Qin Huai was already dumbfounded.
What should I say.
Qin Huai felt that he wasn’t the one who ca from the orphanage; An Youyou was.
At their Sanmalu Children’s Welfare Institute, even in the poorest tis, the kids had beds to sleep on.
"So I think the house Sister Xi found for is really great. The rent is a bit expensive, 2000 yuan a month, but the bed is really big, it’s a double bed. It’s soft, there’s a balcony, air conditioning, a wardrobe, and a separate bathroom. There’s even room for a table in the room."
"My salary plus bonus last month ca to nearly 8000 yuan. Now I’m practicing kneading dough and filling with Master Chen. Master Qin says I can expect to beco a breakfast chef by mid-next year, then I can earn an extra 3000 yuan every month."
"By then, I’m going to spend all the money I’ve saved. I want to rent a place with an elevator, get a new phone, preferably a computer. If I can’t afford a computer, I’ll buy a tablet. It will be sumr by then, and I can buy dresses. I’ve never worn high heels before; I want to buy those too."
"And lipstick and a yogurt maker, so I can eat cheap yogurt every day!" An Youyou got herself all excited, looking like she can’t wait to beco official, save up a sum of money, and then spend it quickly.
Qin Huai was amused by An Youyou.
He always thought An Youyou was the type who was living the frugal and hardworking lifestyle, but he didn’t expect her to be an urban lady eager to get rich and splurge.
Indeed, people who love to spend money always love money.
"Then you should learn well from Chen An first, and when I co back after the New Year, I’ll have ti to teach you." Qin Huai rembered when An Youyou first moved from being a waitress to working in the kitchen as a helper, he promised her and Chen An to teach them skills.
Due to various reasons, it got delayed, and they actually only had one session, more in an observational mode.
Pei Xing and Li Hua accepted the conversation between the two well. They were both standard-degree trained, having worked in professional kitchens for many years. They’ve seen many an inspiring story where hardworking apprentices gained recognition from the master chef and learned so skills.
In a way, kitchens are relatively fair places. Either you have outstanding talent, or you are hardworking. Achieve either, and you’re bound to make it soday.
After An Youyou wrapped the buns, she placed them in the stear to cook, and Qin Huai glanced at the ti, not too concerned.
Steaming buns too long is a basic error that rarely appears with professional breakfast shop chefs, let alone that Three at Buns are a ga recipe. The mont the buns are done steaming, Qin Huai can see the level indicator, so there’s no need to worry about fire control.
Seeing the buns go in the stear, the custors in the hall began to get excited.
After waiting so long, they could sll the aroma of the filling being cooked, and everyone was hungry enough to eat a horse.
They were holding on, sipping sweet soy milk if too famished, determined to wait for Qin Huai’s Three at Buns to be served.
Fortunately, they didn’t have to wait long.
Steaming buns doesn’t take long.
As Qin Luo ca down from the 2nd floor, pencil in hand, the Three at Buns were ready.
[Three at Buns B-level]
B-level Three at Buns.
This grade is not startling since, with Huang Shengli’s help, Qin Huai had already made an A-level guo’er, but B-level snacks will be popular anywhere.
Sweeping through all of Huang Ji, captivating the neighbors nearby, and delivered all over town by running couriers, the scent of the fernted rice and stead buns spread throughout the office buildings of Gusu, is also B-level.
Fernted rice with stead buns has a buff.
Three at Buns have at filling.
Qin Huai could only say each has its strengths; each is unique in its way.
Qin Luo had already changed clothes, squatting next to the stear.
She wanted to eat them right away, but Qin Huai wouldn’t let her.
In his mory, Gong Liang couldn’t wait to eat the Three at Buns, performing a tap dance on the spot. Qin Luo’s iron mouth and iron stomach certainly were stronger than the younger Gong Liang, but eating hot food is not a good habit.
Qin Luo will have plenty of good things to eat in the future, no need to perform a tap dance for B-level Three at Buns, so Qin Huai stopped her from directly stuffing them in one by one.
Qin Luo looked longingly at the buns on the plate.
The custors queued up looked longingly as well.
The waiters were already in place, ready to display their amazing speed in grabbing buns.
"It’s almost ti," Qin Huai said.
In the next second, many people moved.
Qin Luo cheered as she picked up a bun, took a big bite, squinted happily, made a muffled sound, chewed a few tis, swallowed, and then stuffed the rest of the bun in her mouth, saying vaguely:
"Brother, delicious!"
Simple words, extre praise.
When it cos to praising how good food is, silence is the greatest complint; fewer words an tastier food.
The diners also showed amazing vigor.
"Give 30!"
"Uncle Liu, this first batch of Three at Buns has to be limited; one person can buy up to 5. Look, there are so many people still lined up behind you."
"Then just 5!"
"5!"
"5!"
"..." This one just raised a hand to indicate 5 silently.
The waiters swiftly picked up the buns and plated them. After waiting this long, of course, everyone wanted to eat in the canteen. Qin Huai’s Crab Shell Cakes were about to be sent to the oven in a few minutes, and it would be a pity if they only had buns.
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