Chapter 202 A rare good teacher After hearing Qin Huai's words, Gu Li's hand paused, as if hesitating, and then he quickly followed the instructions. There's a little bit of progress, but not much. Qin Huai didn't continue talking and continued to mix the stuffing. The joining of 6 people from Zhiweiju has greatly alleviated Huang Ji's huge work pressure caused by the huge number of orders. Huang Shengli is no longer just a manager but not a cook. He also dares to pick out orders and cook some delicious dishes to surprise guests from afar. Zheng Da even gave up being a model worker and became himself, doing whatever he could, and his work efficiency dropped rapidly. It seemed as if Zheng Da, who was busy, exhausted, and exhausted in the past two days, was just everyone's illusion. Seeing that Zheng Da had returned to his previous state, many people in Huang Ji breathed a sigh of relief. It’s normal, it’s finally normal! 1 o'clock is when the queue at Huangji is most intense. It’s not that the queue is fast at this point, but that at this point, people at the back may not be able to buy it.
The booming customer flow caused Huang Ji to temporarily increase its operating hours. Of course, it was only a temporary increase, and the business hours were changed to 11 noon to 1:20 pm. As soon as 1:20 arrives, the chef stops taking orders. The red case chef finished frying the remaining vegetables, and the white case chef finished his work and started cleaning up. He would leave work completely after the last batch of dim sum in the steamer was steamed. The popularity of Shangzhiwei for the first time taught Huang Shengli that blindly increasing business hours cannot meet the requirements of all customers. Because the business is booming, in order to receive more customers, the business hours are increased, the chefs are squeezed, and everyone in the kitchen is exhausted from work. This is an extremely extreme act of killing the goose that lays the goose that lays the egg. The chef's energy is limited. Guests come here because of their reputation. It is disrespectful to the guests to wait in line for such a long time but not get the taste they expected. Huang Shengli is not a business genius, nor can he come up with a perfect solution. All he can do is to strictly control the restaurant's business hours without delay while ensuring the quality of the dishes. Foreman Cao, as Huang Ji's foreman, strictly abides by this rule. Basically starting from 12:30, the foreman Cao starts to calculate how many people can buy the remaining dim sum, including the speed of making dim sum in the kitchen, and dissuades customers who obviously can't buy dim sum. As soon as 1 o'clock arrives, the foreman Cao will lead several waiters to start issuing number plates, with a limit of 100-120, and persuade guests who have not received the number plates to leave. Because Chef Cao is more cautious in his calculations, there is usually a small amount of snacks left. Guests who have not received a number plate, especially those who are only one or two short, will insist on queuing and strictly monitor them, hoping to pick up the missing ones. As for what exactly to supervise... Supervise whether the customer who got the last number plate will take the opportunity to make a profit and buy more than the amount. Once this happens, the supervisors will jump in and carry out justice. They just did it the day before yesterday, and foreman Cao tried to persuade them for five minutes. In a sense, the current queuing scene at the entrance of Huangji is also a special feature. Many retired residents who live nearby do not queue up to buy snacks but crowd in to watch the excitement, just to see if justice is carried out. A pot of porridge. If it weren't for the cold weather now, and the food would cool down quickly if you came out to watch the excitement with your rice in hand, foreman Cao suspected that many uncles and aunties would just hold their rice bowls at Huang Ji's door and eat while watching. By the way, foreman Cao is also a son of a state-owned enterprise who grew up near Huangji. When he was a child, he also ate in front of a state-owned hotel with a bowl in hand. Sometimes when foreman Cao stood at the door, he would hallucinate that many years ago he was holding a meal, standing eagerly on the opposite street corner and enviously looking at the people queuing up to buy steamed buns. He thought that at that time, the state-owned hotel was still the in Suzhou. , I feel full of fighting spirit in my heart. Even when trying to persuade people to fight, they were very energetic. "The last number is 115. If you haven't received the number plate, don't wait in line. Especially those handsome guys at the back. I told you when I came here that you won't be able to buy it. Don't wait in line. Come back tomorrow." Cao Cao The foreman said loudly and energetically. Qu Jing, who had just locked the car, felt inexplicably guilty. Since the last dinner party at Huangji, Qu Jing has never been there again. When Qu Jing came that day, she saw Qin Huai. When she left, Xu Cheng had already entered the kitchen. She didn't see him and only took away the small stove Qin Huai opened for her -
6 cups of tangerine peel tea, 10 fermented steamed buns, 10 sanding buns, 2 pounds of glutinous rice cake, half a pound of mung bean cake, 1 pound of lard rice cake, 1 pound of jujube yam cake, and 5 pounds of fresh meat mooncakes. Qu Jing divided the fresh meat mooncakes and extra tangerine peel tea when she returned to the department, and took the remaining snacks home to eat for a few days. From that day on, Qu Jing's name spread in the Gusu branch. Doctors from several departments who liked to go to Huang Ji for dinner basically knew Qu Jing. Director Liu of the Department of Neurology always straightens his back when serving food in the cafeteria. He no longer calls him "Qu Jing" or "Xiao Qu", but just calls her "Jing Jing". Qu Jing felt that before she even started to try to build a good relationship with her colleagues and release goodwill, the goodwill of her colleagues came to her like a tide, and she almost drowned. Qu Jing didn't know anything about Xu Cheng or "Zhiwei", but when Qu Jing was eating in the cafeteria, she heard someone from the orthopedics department say that Huang Ji's business was so good these days that serious workers couldn't afford it. The orthopedic doctor just pedaled his bicycle from the subway station to the entrance of Huangji the day before yesterday. When he saw the people queuing, he turned around and pedaled back without even asking. The group of people were hungry all day long. When they went to the cafeteria, they were left with some clear soup that even the dogs would not eat. They were so sad that a group of big men covered in tendons almost shed tears in the cafeteria. Yesterday at noon, Director Liu came to Qu Jing nervously and told Qu Jing that today was her daughter's birthday. She had originally promised to take her daughter to Huangji for dinner at noon, but looking at the current situation, she would definitely not be able to eat. The most you can do is take a meal and smell it at Huang Ji's door. Director Liu knew that Qu Jing knew Qin Huai, and wanted to ask Qu Jing to buy some snacks through the back door. The quantity was not large, just two three-packs and two fermented steamed buns. No matter how many children there were, they wouldn't be able to eat them. The child wanted to eat some steamed buns for his birthday. Of course, Director Liu, a mother, had to try her best to fulfill such a simple yet difficult wish. Qu Jing felt that Director Liu was a very nice person, and he had taken good care of her during this period. Except for the annoyance of always trying to arrange for her to go cycling in the countryside on her days off, everything else was pretty good, so she agreed to help and ask. That’s what happened today. Qu Jing had never seen this attitude when she was eating Xiaozao in Yunzhong Canteen. During the days when there was a long queue to buy three-pack buns in Yunzhong Canteen, Qu Jing's people were all in Suzhou. Hearing others say that Huang Ji's business has been booming these two days, it's not as shocking as coming to see it in person. Qu Jing was deeply shocked. She was a little embarrassed to take the small stove. Qu Jing glanced at the third tree from the right of the trash can at Huang Ji's door. Under the third tree from the right, there was a man wearing a peaked cap and holding a large black plastic bag in his hand. This is the place where she and Qin Huai agreed to trade. Qu Jing hesitated. When she locked the car, she seemed to vaguely hear the people queuing up for justice. The reason for justice seemed to be someone trying to buy 20 three-packs. Just when Qu Jing was hesitating, a man wearing a peaked cap crept toward her, lowered the brim of his hat, and asked in a low voice: "Doctor Qu?" "Mr. Huang?" Qu Jing responded. "Yes, I'm Huang Anyao. These are the snacks Qin Huai asked me to give you. You asked for two fermented steamed buns and two three-pack buns, which were a little short. Our kitchen made a lot of snacks today, so he got more for you. "Point." Huang Anyao stuffed the bag into Qu Jing's hand and pressed the brim of his hat, "Qin Huai asked you when to take a break. He plans to make glutinous rice cakes in two days, so you can come and get them when you are free." "I'll have a rest the day after tomorrow." Qu Jing said, "Mr. Huang, you don't have to work hard to convey the message. I can chat with Qin Huai on WeChat about this kind of thing." "I know, I'm just looking for a way to change the subject, because I have something I want to consult with you next," Huang Anyao said. Qu Jing:? "I heard that although the rehabilitation department of your hospital charges very high fees, the curative effect is very good. Is it reliable? Especially for the rehabilitation physiotherapy of the waist, an expert was hired from other provinces just last month. Is this true?" Huang Anyao asked. Qu Jing glanced at Huang Anyao's waist subconsciously and said: "The rehabilitation department of our hospital is really effective. As for the experts... I came from Shanshi to study and exchange. I am not very clear about the branch situation in Suzhou. I can go back and find out for you." "Great!" Huang Anyao took out his mobile phone, "Please, Doctor Qu, if you find out anything specific, please tell Qin Huai and ask Qin Huai to tell me. Thank you."
Qu Jing has automatically switched to the mode of a doctor treating patients' family members. She took out her mobile phone and opened WeChat: "Don't bother, we can just add WeChat." "Is it convenient to ask the patient's age? What is the specific situation? Is it waist? Injury or strain? How many years have you had it? Medical history? Have you had any surgery or related treatment before? I have a form with related questions. I will send it to you when I get it back. You can fill in the details on the form and I will help you find it. Our director is asking, it would be best for you to..." Huang Anyao was completely stunned. He felt that Qu Jing was going to give him a list in the next second, asking him to pay at the payment office, and then do inspections according to the items on the list. Huang Anyao watched Qu Jing pedal away on his bicycle. When he turned his head, he saw another person that he didn't expect. "Gong...Uncle Gong? Didn't you post on Moments this morning that you were eating coke rings in Peiping?!" At the same time, Huang Ji's back kitchen should have entered the final sprint stage. He was busy adjusting the stuffing, kneading the dough for the fermented steamed buns after the second fermentation, and mixing the stuffing. Qin Huai, who occasionally tried to join in to watch the heat of the sandwich buns, was already there. Basically relaxed. There is no way, the helpers are too professional. Qin Huai had already drank tea and began to look around like Huang Shengli to inspect everyone's work. It doesn't matter if you don't see it, once you see it... Qin Huai found that Gu Li's level was really not good. Although Gu Li was not working as a helper for Qin Huai, Gu Li's cooking table was too close to Qin Huai's. Qin Huai could see his movements when he raised his eyes, and could see countless problems at a glance. These are not issues of principle. First of all, Qin Huai must confirm that Gu Li's basic skills are very solid. Secondly, he probably only has solid basic skills. Whether it is a red case or a white case, solid basic skills are the necessary foundation. Just like when Qin Huai learned to make crab roe shaomai, the first thing he had to learn was not the filling, but the understanding of the ingredients. Without a solid foundation, it is like a high-rise building without a good foundation. If something unexpected happens, it will collapse. But it can’t just be the foundation. When Qin Huai saw Gu Li helping Zheng Siyuan, he especially wanted to ask him, aren't you a close disciple of Master Tan? Why do you only learn the basics and not learn anything else? There is no technique involved in kneading this dough, it’s all about the basics. Qin Huai looked at Tan Wei'an and Gu Li and felt that the level gap between these brothers was indeed quite large. Tan Weian doesn't look much older than Gu Li, but his skills are obviously much better than Gu Li's. Gu Li, a direct disciple of a famous master, came from a famous family, and his craftsmanship was slightly better than the other four helpers who had no names. He was simply a replica of Wang Jun. "You're still kneading the dough too hard." Qin Huai couldn't help but said, "You're not kneading the dough for fresh meat mooncakes, right? I feel that your method of kneading the dough now is different from before, but the difference is not the same. many." "what are you up to?" "Ruyi Juan." Gu Li said honestly. Qin Huai:? What is a wish roll? "What type of snack is it?" "Exploded." This is a bit related to Qin Huai's knowledge blind spot. Qin Huai doesn't make many fried snacks. In the past, the most fried snacks at home were meatballs, and they were all concentrated before the Chinese New Year. "What is the taste you are pursuing?" Qin Huai asked next.
"The outside is golden and crispy, and the inside is juicy and fluffy." Qin Huai understood a little bit. "Then you can't knead the dough like this. If you knead it as hard as you do, the dough will be very soft at the end. Wrap the meat and fry it in a pan. If you can't control the thickness well, you won't be able to achieve the effect you just mentioned." Qin Huai said, "Your dough kneading is too rigid and too basic. Do you understand what I mean?" Gu Li nodded: "Master said this to me before, saying that I don't know how to be flexible when making snacks, and I always make the same mistakes over and over again." "It can't be said that he doesn't know how to adapt." As a person who is very self-aware of himself, Qin Huai knows very well that many times a chef makes mistakes repeatedly on the same problem and refuses to change. Unless there is an attitude problem, otherwise it is just a pure dish. "There is skill in kneading dough, and there is a feeling when you make a dim sum too much. If you feel something is wrong, it means it is wrong and needs to be corrected." Guli was a little confused. Qin Huai also knew that his behavior of running to other people's workstations and pointing fingers after finishing his work was very annoying, but he couldn't help it. Most chefs practice more if they are good at cooking, and if they are not good enough, they practice to death. All problems stem from lack of strength. But Qin Huai felt that Gu Li was different. His skills were not as good as the dim sum he made. He was just too rigid and didn't know how to adapt. It was obvious that he could improve by making a slight turn, but he just couldn't make this turn. . Didn't anyone in his acquaintance tell him about this? "When you are kneading dough, your hands always pause suddenly." Qin Huai said, "I have been staring at you all morning. You will naturally pause at the step where there is an obvious problem, which means that you know very well that there is a problem with this step. , but you won’t change.” "At this time, I suggest you boldly try and make mistakes, try whatever you want, and go by your own feelings. When you find the feeling, the problem is solved." Huang Shengli watched from a distance and smiled at Zheng Da, who had already started fishing: "It's all about feelings. I think Xiao Qin can explain it much more clearly than you." Zheng Da:… Gu Li nodded without saying anything, showing by his actions that he would accept Qin Huai's suggestion. It was rare for Qin Huai to be a good teacher, and the other party was so cooperative. He was about to happily go to Dong Shi to hear some gossip, when the game prompt suddenly sounded in his mind. "Ding, congratulations on discovering the new side mission [Gong Liang's Desire], please check it in the mission panel." Hey, [Gong Liang’s Desire], wasn’t Gong Liang still eating coke rings in Peiping in the morning? What does he long for in Peiping? Eat more delicious coke rings? Qin Huai wouldn't know how to do this earlier. The next second, Gong Liang's loud voice came from the kitchen door: "Master Xiao Qin, guess what good things I brought you when I came back from Peking?" "A good kitchen knife! It was made by a famous master and cost me 6 figures. You will definitely be able to use it easily!" Qin Huai:… Thank you, I understand your thoughts, but can you change it to something else? Even a rolling pin will do. If Qin Huai remembered correctly, the last time he looked at the game panel, his sword skill proficiency was only 179. His knife skills, using a 6-digit kitchen knife, are indeed a bit inferior to kitchen knives. (End of chapter)