Han Guishan took the Three Meat Bun with slight disappointment, took a big bite, and his eyes lit up again.
Honestly, this combination is pretty good. After eating the Four Happiness glutinous rice with its predominantly sweet tone, following it with the savory and fresh meat-filled snack makes it even better.
Han Guishan finished the Three Meat Bun in a few bites and wanted to have another.
At this moment, Cheng Gong spoke: "President Han, Master Qin didn’t make many altogether, and there are still some raw ones that haven’t been steamed. Why not pack them up and let Mr. Wang have some fresh ones when you get home?"
The Mr. Wang that Cheng Gong mentioned is Han Guishan’s wife, Wang Jing.
Han Guishan found it reasonable: "Alright, I’ll call and ask."
"Jingjing has been dieting lately, not eating carbs at night. If she doesn’t eat, I’ll just eat more and finish them."
Han Guishan went out to make a phone call.
After Han Guishan left the kitchen, Cheng Gong finally explained: "President Han used to be a peddler roaming around, saving money by eating irregularly, sometimes having just dry biscuits with cold water. This led to his habit of eating quickly. Plus, he works out regularly, so he eats a bit more."
"Master Qin, if you’re free tomorrow, could you make more raw buns? A pastry chef with skills like yours is really hard to find these days. President Han is usually busy and doesn’t have time to go to Hangzhou; it’s not easy for him to enjoy good dim sum."
"By the way, does your community cafeteria sell raw buns regularly? If it does, we can purchase them regularly from here, and you won’t have to worry about shipping. We have cold chain channels on our side."
Cheng Gong, as a life assistant, you are a bit too professional.
Tell me your annual salary and let me give up, otherwise, it’s really hard for me to control the urge to hire you as my life assistant right on the spot with a shovel.
Although Qin Huai is not a domineering CEO, doesn’t have a company, nor does he need an assistant.
But who wouldn’t want an outstanding employee like Cheng Gong?
He’s not only capable, but his name is also auspicious.
"Our community cafeteria...currently doesn’t supply raw buns."
If we start selling raw buns, Master Qin would be worked to death at Yunzhong Restaurant.
"But if President Han really needs some, I can see if I can spare a bit every half month to a month."
"Our cafeteria is quite busy, and we can’t keep up often."
"Understood, understood, if you have any, please contact me anytime, Master Qin. Thank you so much."
After a brief exchange, Qin Huai began to ponder how to make pickled vegetable buns.
Honestly speaking, I’ve never made them before.
Pickled vegetable buns sound not very appetizing at first.
The ingredients are cornmeal and pickled vegetables; cornmeal has a rough texture, so to improve the taste, you have to mix in some wheat flour, and the exact amount depends on the chef’s judgment.
Through Han Guishan’s behavior while eating just now, Qin Huai could tell that Han Guishan is a patron with a normal palate, who knows which snacks taste good and which taste better.
Not to mention, since he’s in the soy sauce business, he must have a good taste aesthetic.
Making such a simple and even somewhat shabby snack taste good is challenging.
It’s time to test the dough-kneading skills!
Qin Huai rolled up his sleeves, determined to show the patron his skills so that he would come to him for next year’s birthday banquet.
President Han is indeed generous with his money.
It’s not impressive to make a fancy dish taste good; making an ordinary home-cooked dish taste good is the real skill.
President Han, just wait to taste the best pickled vegetable bun you’ve ever had!