Everyone is just waiting eagerly for the buns.
So are waiting in the hall, so are waiting at their workstations.
Qin Huai only arrived at Yunzhong Restaurant at 8 o’clock, so the office workers definitely couldn’t eat the hot Three at Buns before work. But today, Qin Huai is determined to master the Three at Buns, making them in the batch mode used at Huang Ji, steaming the kitchen until it looks like a clouded fairyland, so there’s no need to worry about not being able to buy them.
With Qin Huai personally assuring that the Three at Buns will be sold until the end of lunch service, many office workers are comfortable buying buns made by Qin Congwen and Chen An, happily going to work.
A few who really want to eat and don’t want to waste their appetite buy a cup of soy milk first to hold them over, going to work hungry and waiting for the buns to be ready to buy in group orders.
Today’s group order chat is destined to be very lively.
At 9:19 in the morning, the first batch of buns ca out of the stear.
The neighbors who didn’t have to work all queued up to buy buns, trying to haggle as they bought them.
"Xiao Chu, we’ve known each other for a few months now, and your Uncle buys buns from your restaurant every morning, we’re all family here, this limit of 5 is really not enough, there’s more mouths to feed than just mine at my house. How about 15? 15!"
"Mr. Zhang, this first batch of buns is in high demand, you get 5 first. If it’s not enough, wait for the next batch, the kitchen is still steaming them, here’s your 5 Three at Buns, next please."
Mr. Zhang left empty-handed.
Uncle Li squeezed to the window: "Xiao Chu, you know the situation at Uncle Li’s house, my grandson didn’t even have breakfast this morning, he’s counting on to bring him buns. Teenagers have big appetites, 5 buns aren’t enough!"
"Uncle Li, you used that excuse yesterday, and it was even Sunday, you forgot the story. Here are your buns, next please."
Uncle Li retreated step by step.
Grandma Ding bead with a smile: "Xiao Chu..."
"Grandma Ding, Master Qin asked to tell you that he’s making Three at Buns all morning, no ti for Fernted Rice with Stead Buns. You might have to wait until four or five in the afternoon for them, but he knows you have many grandchildren and they’re not enough to share, is one stear basket okay for you?"
Grandma Ding imdiately forgot the excuse she just made up, nodding repeatedly: "Enough, enough, enough, Master Qin is so generous."
At this mont, only one thought was in Grandma Ding’s mind:
This afternoon, she’ll definitely make it through!
The canteen was battling fiercely, and the group order chat was just as lively.
The group order chat, which had been quiet for more than a month, ca alive again, and the ssages refreshed so quickly that the old and broken phone of a server who didn’t want to be nad nearly crashed.
Huang Xi could only organize in the chat, repeatedly sending ssages to confirm if there were any missed orders, while also assigning delivery tasks, checking with the kitchen on the number of Three at Buns, and promptly verifying and confirming accounts, so busy he barely touched the ground. In the end, for convenience, he stood directly at the back kitchen door to organize and plan.
Qin Huai felt this scene was very familiar.
When Fernted Rice with Stead Buns was just booming at Huang Ji, and old custors were afraid of missing out and rushing to buy wildly, with delivery guys coming in droves, the team leader at Huang Ji stood in the back kitchen just like this.
Qin Huai: ...
Why did he suddenly have a bad feeling?
It shouldn’t be, Yunzhong Restaurant is his main battlefield, and Qin Huai knows the custors here very well, it shouldn’t be exploding like at Huang Ji.
Not to ntion today Qin Huai is not fighting alone, he, a master chef, is accompanied by a full six helpers!
Yes, after the first batch of buns was served, Qin Huai added another helper.
The untrained helpers were working too slowly, the buns weren’t wrapped quickly enough, so Zhao Rong also joined the bun-wrapping ranks, Chen An was demoted from breakfast chef to help and command, handling both steaming and wrapping buns.
Buns ca out of the stear batch after batch, then quickly sold out.
They were all takeout orders.
The servers all went to deliver takeouts carrying foam boxes.
By 11 in the morning, Qin Huai saw a familiar delivery guy in the canteen.
What was familiar wasn’t the delivery guy’s na, but the person.
Qin Huai considered himself to have a good mory; if he wasn’t mistaken, this delivery guy used to specifically run orders from Yunzhong Restaurant to the hospital where Qu Jing worked.
Qin Huai suddenly had a bad premonition.
He asked Pei Xing to help watch the filling pots, walked to the window, and leaned out to ask, "Hospital?"
"Yes, Master Qin, I was wondering why all of a sudden I got so many orders to buy Three at Buns from Yunzhong Restaurant, turns out you’ve returned!" The delivery guy grinned.
Qin Huai: "How many is ’so many’?"
"About the sa as when the Dried Tangerine Peel Tea exploded, lots of brothers are on their way here, I’m just nearby."
"When’s the next batch of buns ready? Look at my orders, orthopedics, neurology, neurosurgery, obstetrics, cardiology, ergency... plus inpatient departnt, security, canteen..."
"The hospital canteen’s buying buns from outside too?"
Qin Huai also wanted to ask, why is the hospital canteen buying buns from outside?
And orthopedics, neurology, neurosurgery, obstetrics, cardiology, ergency, inpatient departnt, security, have you all eaten Three at Buns before?
Our Yunzhong Restaurant’s previous Three at Buns were normal, not as tasty as the Five Fillings Bun, don’t you know?
Weren’t you all drinking Dried Tangerine Peel Tea before?
Who let the word out?
At 11 in the morning, why are you eating buns when you’re idle?
He planned to finish work at 1 on the dot!
Qin Huai quietly returned, taking a look at Pei Xing who was still working on flaky pastry.
"Um... Pei Xing, I have an unreasonable request."
"Master Qin, whatever you say!"
"Today the Three at Buns might be exploding, too busy to handle it, can you help cut...?" Before Qin Huai could finish, Pei Xing had already flashed over to the cutting station, picking up a knife.
Qin Huai: ...
Do you like cutting so much?
The dough isn’t even kneaded yet.
Qin Huai glanced at the dough on the board, took over, and continued kneading.
Over at the filling pots, Li Hua was helping to watch the Fire Control.
Qin Huai trusted Li Hua’s skills, his Fire Control must be stronger than his.
He had confidence in chefs with professional training.
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