Chapter 40 Is this disease still contagious? Qin Huai, who lacks self-confidence, is making steamed buns with strong Amway wine for the elders. Today's steamed buns are not for sale, only given away to regular customers. Regular customers will be given surprises and rewards. The main reason for not selling is that the menu is not ready yet, and the price in Qinhuai is tentatively 8 yuan. It’s messy, you can add whatever you want, and the buckwheat steamed buns that can be paired with anything can be sold for 5 yuan each, and the B-level fermented rice dumplings are sold for 8 yuan, which is a great value for money! Zhao Rong, who participated in pricing, thinks so. "Master Xiao Qin, it's not that I have any objections, or that I don't like steamed buns. My wife also comes over to grab those buckwheat steamed buns you sell every afternoon. I'm just making a pertinent suggestion, which comes from the sincere expectations of diners. It's... " "Okay Wang Laogen, what are you talking about while standing at the window? Take it if you want it, say it if you want to say it, hurry up!" Uncle Cao urged impatiently. Uncle Wang could only say slowly: "Can you make more crab shell roe? It's best if it's stuffed with fresh shrimps." As soon as these words came out, all the elders sitting there immediately had opinions. "Wang Laogen, what's the matter with you? If you have something to eat, just eat it. If you don't have something to eat, just wait. Why are you raising your opinion?"
"That's right, how many crab shell yolks can you eat?" "You have not made false accounts for 40 years as an accountant, and you don't have the character to make miscalculations?" The uncles and aunts in this morning jog group were all acquaintances. As soon as Uncle Wang said these words, everyone started to attack him personally. Mr. Wang, a 40-year veteran accountant, blushed and ran away with the dinner plate. The rice wine steamed buns in the small plate at the end almost rolled to the ground. Qin Huai had no choice but to get the buns for the next aunt. This group of rich men and women made a strange rule, and Qin Huai had heard about it a little bit. The specific content is that since everyone has different tastes and prefers radish and cabbage, Yunzhong Canteen’s dim sum is not fixed except for five-cube buns and three-cube buns, so everyone may not be able to eat the dim sum they want. In order to be fair and prevent anyone from using money to influence the meal balance, no one is allowed to directly contact Qinhuai to operate designated snacks in a secret manner through various methods including playing emotional cards, getting close to each other, forced family recognition, and using money to make money. Grandma Ding's behavior yesterday was borderline and she was spurned by everyone. Uncle Wang's behavior today is an absolute violation and is strictly prohibited. "Master Xiao Qin, please ignore Wang Laogen. He is a fool for being an accountant. His wife even suspects that he has Alzheimer's disease. The old rule is, two baskets of five-inch buns, one basket of three-inch buns, that steamed bun can give us two more No? My old man My grandma loves steamed buns, and she can’t get up in the morning. I asked her many times to come have dinner with me in the morning, but she couldn’t even get up.” While dissing Uncle Wang, Xu Tuqiang didn’t forget to ask for two more. Steamed bun. As Xu Tuqiang was the first customer of Yunzhong Canteen, Qin Huai felt that he had to give Uncle Xu the noodles, so he decisively brought him two more steamed buns, which made Uncle Cao's eyes turn red. Qin Huai also knew a little bit about these uncles' information. As for how he knew... Qin Huai could only say that Ouyang's neighborhood committee work has not been in vain in the past few years. He may not remember much about the work, but he definitely has a photographic memory of the gossip. Take Uncle Wang, who likes to reminisce about the past and is often suspected to be a sign of Alzheimer's disease, for example. Uncle Wang, whose real name is Wang Gensheng, nicknamed Wang Laogen, is a local and a genuine college student. When I was young, I worked as an accountant in a state-owned factory in Suzhou. I have been a professional accountant for 40 years. What I am most proud of is that I have never made false accounts or miscalculated accounts since I started working. Uncle Wang recited this point 19 times during breakfast, and Qin Huai could memorize it. Uncle Wang, who had never made any extra money in his life, was just an ordinary uncle until he retired. His fortune was somewhat similar to Qin Huai's to some extent - his home was demolished. Unlike most wealthy breakfast-eating men who earned their fortune through hard work in their youth and lived a prosperous life in old age, Uncle Wang truly became rich overnight. This is also the reason why other uncles often say that he is stingy. In Uncle Wang's words, he has been calculating carefully all his life. Can't he continue to calculate carefully when he is rich? Uncle Wang, who was very calculating, cursed Uncle Cao secretly in his heart.
He just put forward his heartfelt wish from the perspective of a diner, fighting for a status for crab shell yellow. What does he have... Well, he does seem to be breaking the rules a bit. Uncle Wang, who had followed the rules all his life, lowered his head and gnawed the bun in shame. Although Master Xiao Qin doesn’t like making crab shell roe, his skills in making steamed buns are really impressive. These buns are soft yet chewy, and the light aroma of wine is the finishing touch... Wait, are these fermented steamed buns? ! Uncle Wang looked down at the steamed buns and his eyes widened. As if he couldn't believe it, Uncle Wang pressed the steamed bun hard and waited for the steamed bun to rebound slowly. Press again. Play again. Uncle Wang:! ! Uncle Cao sitting opposite Uncle Wang:? It's broken. You won't joke about it as usual. Wang Laogen is really suffering from Alzheimer's disease, right? Sin, sin. Don’t worry, Lao Gen, we will try our best to connect you with the best doctor! Qin Huai, who was behind the window, also noticed Uncle Wang's actions that seemed not very smart and asked: "Uncle Wang, is there anything wrong with the steamed buns?" "This steamed bun, this steamed bun! This is fermented steamed bun!" Uncle Wang said excitedly. Uncle Cao slapped his forehead in despair. It was over. It was really Alzheimer's disease. "This is exactly the same as the fermented steamed buns I ate in Gusu when I was young! I didn't expect that I could still taste this after so many years! This is the taste, it's unmistakable, I haven't had it in half my life Such steamed buns!” "I think back when I was working as an accountant in a cotton mill..." Uncle Cao, who was already looking up the doctor's contact information in his mind, just wanted to place the small cage in front of him on Uncle Wang's head. Damn it, Wang, if you remember the past, just remember the past, no matter what words you change, it scares me to death. Qin Huai accurately captured the unfamiliar words among the familiar lines. "Uncle Wang, have you ever eaten similar fermented steamed buns before?" "I've eaten it, I've eaten it!" Uncle Wang was still recalling the past excitedly, "Master Xiao Qin, I'm not throwing cold water on you. The fermented steamed buns I ate back then were much better than yours." Uncle Cao felt that he still had to contact the doctor. Qin Huai's eyes lit up. He came out of the kitchen and said impatiently: "Uncle Wang, please don't get up and sit down. Can you tell me carefully how the fermented steamed buns you ate back then were better than mine?" Uncle Cao:… It’s over, Alzheimer’s is contagious. Master Xiao Qin was stupid enough to believe Wang Laogen's lies about the past. Uncle Cao held the bun in his mouth, took out his mobile phone, and decided to carefully check the doctor's contact information.
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