Randomly waving the spatula won’t make the food heat evenly, it’ll just make it fly out of the pan.
Again and again, Qin Huai just couldn’t stop watching.
Finally, on the 13th ti, Qin Huai felt he had a realization.
Now he was terrifyingly strong. He felt he had mastered the essence of Stir-fried Cabbage and at, just needing a satisfying practice session to prove to the world that Qin Huai also had talent in at cooking.
Qin Huai closed the ga panel, sat up from the bed, and headed straight to the kitchen.
He rushed out, closing the door with a bang, startling Qin Luo who was lying on the bed playing with her phone.
Qin Luo’s first reaction was to hide the phone under the pillow.
After hiding it, she realized it was already holiday ti, checked the ti and realized she had played on her phone too much, and hurried back to the living room to do her exercises.
Qin Huai didn’t notice that Qin Luo wasn’t sitting at the dining table doing her exercises. Qin Luo’s tutoring was staggered; she studied the sa subjects on Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays, and Sundays, and others on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays. The worksheets assigned that day would only be checked two days later.
Qin Luo’s procrastination today ant she would shed tears of regret over new worksheets tomorrow.
Qin Huai headed straight to the kitchen, rummaging through the fridge for fresh at and cabbage.
There was at but no cabbage.
The at left from the last ti they made complete Four Happiness glutinous rice dumplings wasn’t very fresh, having been in the fridge for a few days, but it would definitely be fine for Stir-fried Cabbage and at.
Lack of cabbage wasn’t a big problem, so Qin Huai opted to directly knock on Gong Liang’s house next door to borrow so.
Gong Liang was rarely not ho tonight, seemingly dealing with a store issue his son couldn’t handle on his own, needing Gong Liang’s presence. Gong Baozhu was ho watching TV with Guo Mingzhu. Seeing Qin Huai knocking, Gong Baozhu was surprised, thinking she’d hit the jackpot and caught Qin Huai making new snacks.
When she realized Qin Huai was just borrowing cabbage, Gong Baozhu was a bit disappointed, fetching a slightly wilted one from the kitchen for him.
"Did you finish the dumplings you got from Master Zheng’s house last ti?" Qin Huai asked casually, following the principle of asking while he was there.
"Not yet, there’s still quite a lot left," Gong Baozhu replied cheerfully. "Uncle Zheng and Si Yuan are really nice, they gave all the dumplings from their house. Now I eat dumplings every morning, and at this rate, I can still have them for at least two more weeks."
It was clear, Gong Baozhu really loved dumplings, even the pure Mixed Fruit Filling ones she ate with such relish.
Qin Huai felt like he had discovered a treasure.
He hadn’t yet watched the teaching video for Four Happiness glutinous rice dumplings, but since it was an A-level recipe, this snack itself must have a lot of room for improvent.
In other words, it required more practice.
As for the Mixed Fruit Filling Four Happiness, Qin Huai had intended to practice, with different thods for completing tasks and practicing recipes.
One seeks quick results, the other refines to perfection.
Practicing a snack necessitates having enough tasters.
You need soone like Ouyang who can eat a lot, and also soone who truly appreciates food.
Whether Gong Baozhu could appreciate food or not, Qin Huai wasn’t sure, but as Gong Liang’s daughter and a true second-generation wealthy girl who hadn’t lost 6.6 million in a business, she surely had tasted many good things. Plus, having shared a few als with her, he suspected her taste was normal, with no peculiar preferences.
She was a great candidate for a taster.
"Do you only eat dumplings in the morning?" Qin Huai asked.
Gong Baozhu caught on imdiately, her expression one of pleasant surprise.
"I should be making a lot of dumplings lately, if you’re free, you can co over in the evening to taste," Qin Huai said, holding the cabbage.
Gong Baozhu: !!!
In that mont, Gong Baozhu forgot all manners, turning to shout excitedly at Guo Mingzhu: "Mom, I’m moving over!"
"I’ll move tomorrow, I’ll move over tomorrow!!"
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Qin Huai returned ho with the cabbage, noticing Qin Luo battling with a math worksheet at the dining table, feeling quite gratified, "Luoluo, work hard, and I’ll make you sothing good to eat!"
Qin Luo didn’t hear him clearly.
The tutoring teacher Gong Liang found was overly professional, crafting worksheets specifically targeting Qin Luo’s weak points. The questions weren’t particularly hard, just challenging enough for her to handle with considerable effort.
Qin Luo was struggling with the math problems, nearly being taken down.
Seeing no response from Qin Luo, Qin Huai knew she must’ve been writing her exercises with deep concentration, and felt even more gratified. Holding the cabbage, he walked into the kitchen, determined to showcase his skills today and make his sister a delicious Stir-fried Cabbage and at.
He’d watched the teaching video 13 tis in total, his theoretical knowledge comprehensive. It was ti to start practicing!
Qin Huai entered the kitchen and confidently sliced the at.
Alright, cut it however. As long as the at can be stir-fried, it’s fine. Whether it’s shredded or sliced, as long as it’s not too thick or thin, it won’t affect the final consumption.
Alright, it won’t matter much.
Qin Huai prepped the ingredients.
He heated the pan with oil, then added the at.
Sizzle, upon hearing that sound, Qin Huai knew he’d tid adding the at just right.
Great, a good start is the first step to success.
Stir-fry.
Stir-fry quickly.
A slight error.
But no big deal, Qin Huai felt he was a step closer to success.
So of the at started to change color, continue stir-frying.
All the at changed color.
Sprinkle salt, then add the cabbage.
Another sizzle.
Uh-oh, that sound didn’t feel quite right, but there was no ti to relax, the timing for stir-frying was fleeting.
Stir-fry, keep stir-frying quickly.
Qin Huai felt like sothing was off, or maybe everything was a bit off.
He kept stir-frying no matter what.
Done!
[Stir-fried Cabbage and at D-level]
Qin Huai: ...
Alright, so much for watching the video tutorial.
D-level Stir-fried Cabbage and at can’t be called bad, nor tasteless, but it’s just Stir-fried Cabbage and at, an ordinary, everyday, popular dish fit for any household.
This dish didn’t flop, let’s say Qin Huai perford at his usual level.
Turns out, there are no shortcuts in mastering basic skills. The plot where the protagonist reads a manual and has an epiphany overnight only happens in sensational novels.
Qin Huai carried the Stir-fried Cabbage and at out of the kitchen, Qin Luo still battling math problems. Qin Huai patted Qin Luo’s shoulder, signaling her to take a break and have so food.
"Stir-fried Cabbage and at, why aren’t you making snacks but frying dishes instead, brother?" Qin Luo asked.
"Got tired of making snacks, decided to fry a dish and practice Fire Control." Qin Huai handed the chopsticks to Qin Luo.
Qin Luo nodded, took the chopsticks and picked up the largest piece of at, popped it into her mouth, chewed and swallowed it.
"Brother, you’re practicing Fire Control with Stir-fried Cabbage and at now? Why don’t you make soup like before? You’re so biased, making soup for Brother Ouyang but for , just Stir-fried Cabbage and at. You won’t even let have soup." Qin Luo pouted.
Qin Huai: ...
Recalling what kind of soup Ouyang drank back then.
Hmm... Let’s say it was a mixed bag.
Luoluo, you don’t understand, Brother Ouyang bore a lot for you behind the scenes.
Qin Luo continued eating the at.
"Have so cabbage, don’t just eat at."
Qin Luo reluctantly ate cabbage.
"How’s the taste?" Seeing Qin Luo delay her feedback, Qin Huai proactively asked.
"It’s quite good," Qin Luo said after eating two bites of cabbage and continued picking at the at, "It’s better than what you used to fry, almost as good as the 10-yuan stir-fry next to our Breakfast Shop. No, I think it’s slightly better than their 10-yuan stir-fry."
Qin Huai’s eyes beca moist.
Indeed, his beloved sister Qin Luo understood him best. The ga system only knew to grade dishes with the cold-hearted letters of ABCDEF, but Qin Luo knew what he truly wanted to hear.
Better than 10-yuan stir-fry!
After all these years, Qin Huai finally defeated the neighboring 10-yuan stir-fry.
At least in terms of Stir-fried Cabbage and at, he defeated the neighboring 10-yuan stir-fry!
"If you like it, eat more!"
"Okay." Qin Luo nodded vigorously, continued picking at the at.
"Brother, are you making snacks tomorrow night? I heard Aunt Chen ntion this afternoon that you used to make dumplings every evening recently and haven’t these past two days, will you tomorrow?"
"I had frozen dumplings for breakfast today, I want fresh-made ones."
"Sure, you can eat, tomorrow night I’ll make them for you."
"Don’t eat tomorrow morning, rember to get up early to go to Huang Ji’s for breakfast, everything photographed in today’s picture you’ll be able to eat tomorrow."
Qin Luo bead, pulling out the last piece of at: "That’s great, thanks brother, I knew you’re the best!"
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