Abnormal Gourmet Chronicle
Chapter 421 - 239: Is this still a mixed fruit filling glutinous rice ball?

Chapter 421: Chapter 239: Is this still a mixed fruit filling glutinous rice ball?

In the end, Gong Liang and Qin Huai both ate two mixed fruit filling glutinous rice balls.

As for how Gong Liang was feeling, Qin Huai didn’t know, but he felt like those two rice balls almost sent him packing.

The next day, when Qin Huai went to Huang Ji, the first thing he did wasn’t eat breakfast; instead, he grabbed Tan Wei’an and asked him to go over the normal process, ingredients, and why the proportions of ingredients for making mixed fruit filling glutinous rice balls had to be what they were.

It scared Tan Wei’an into thinking Qin Huai was there to suddenly inspect his assignments.

Although Qin Huai hadn’t left Tan Wei’an any assignments on mixed fruit filling glutinous rice balls, Tan Wei’an hadn’t practiced them during that time either.

Tan Wei’an had his own rhythm.

His rhythm was to avoid touching mixed fruit filling.

Tan Wei’an felt he had developed a bit of an allergy to those three words.

"Uh... it’s... actually... um... give me two minutes to sort it out, the process for these mixed fruit filling glutinous rice balls is..." Faced with Qin Huai’s questioning, Tan Wei’an’s brain froze, feeling as if he was back in his student days, daydreaming in class and suddenly called upon by the teacher to answer a question.

Tan Wei’an frantically winked at his junior brother, asking Guli to save him.

Guli brought over a bowl of cooked Zhou Sha Wonton, with seaweed and small shrimp, and sprinkled with a handful of scallions, which was Qin Huai’s favorite configuration.

Qin Huai took the wonton and started eating, and seeing that it was Guli who served it, he casually asked, "How’s your Ruyi Roll practice going?"

Qin Huai knew he’d been neglecting Guli a bit lately.

There had been too many things going on: discovering Uncle Wang was a spirit, Qu Jing waking up, Chen Huihong and the Yunzhong Restaurant customer’s home-buying group arriving. Qin Huai’s attention was divided among familiar friends, leaving less for those around him.

Guli was always a man of few words, coming in the earliest and leaving the latest every day. When he’s not speaking, he’s focused on his work, doing whatever others tell him to do.

When everyone wasn’t familiar with each other at first, the people at Huang Ji would pay some attention to Guli, as his working hours were just too long. This super hard worker was worth everyone watching.

Now, everyone had grown familiar with each other and gotten used to it, and Guli gradually lost his sense of presence.

Qin Huai realized he hadn’t had Guli’s Ruyi Roll for several days. Guli made it every day but wouldn’t actively give it to Qin Huai to try. The other Zhiwei Restaurant chefs were proactively serving tea and snacks, so naturally, Qin Huai’s attention focused on them.

Guli quietly said, "It’s still the same as before, no changes."

No changes mean no progress.

"I’ll practice more." Guli added. fre.ew(e)bnov el.com

"Practice well," Qin Huai encouraged, "Quantitative change can lead to qualitative change."

As he spoke, Qin Huai had eaten half the bowl of wontons, and redirected his gaze back to Tan Wei’an: "Have you sorted it out?"

Tan Wei’an felt like... did Qin Huai secretly pick up a side job as a teacher? Why did Qin Huai seem a bit like his middle school dean?

Tan Wei’an could only stammeringly repeat the mixed fruit filling recipe he’d long since told Qin Huai, adding some newly improvised understanding, and ended with a melancholy face:

"I’m really not good at mixed fruit filling. I only learned the recipe from Master Zhou and practiced for a while. I learned it initially because Master Zhou was willing to teach, and I thought the more skills the better. I learned it without deeply understanding and developing it."

"I know." Qin Huai nodded; it wasn’t as if he was meeting Tan Wei’an for the first time today.

In an immortal cultivation novel, Tan Wei’an was like a young master from an illustrious family, with decent cultivation but not particularly advanced, and with plenty of magic weapons to easily beat loose cultivators of the same rank.

If you expect him to reach high levels of cultivation, that’s impossible, but you can rely on his Treasure Bag, hoping to maybe pull something good out of it.

"I just wanted to confirm the main ingredients again," Qin Huai said.

Tan Wei’an’s recipe came from Master Zhou, and as the most famous chef at Zhiwei Restaurant, Master Zhou’s recipes were undeniably good, certainly among the best of their kind.

Researching in line with Master Zhou’s recipe was sure to be correct.

Thinking this way, Qin Huai suddenly discovered that Zheng Da’s initial approach was correct. After failing to make mixed fruit filling, Zheng Da went home to seek help from Zhiwei Restaurant’s Master Zhou, got a recipe, pondered it for a few days, and added a few substitute nuts and candied fruits that didn’t affect the overall dish, creating a standard mixed fruit filling.

Zheng Da’s approach was actually a low-end version of fooling. He just didn’t realize he could increase the amount of winter melon candy to achieve maximum deception.

Seeing Qin Huai deep in thought, Tan Wei’an nervously asked, "Qin... Master Qin, you’re not planning to make mixed fruit filling glutinous rice balls this afternoon, are you?"

Look at how scared Tan Wei’an was; he even addressed him as Master Qin.

Tan Wei’an’s voice was small, but Zheng Siyuan, not far away, still heard it. At the mention of mixed fruit filling glutinous rice balls, Zheng Siyuan’s keywords were triggered, and he came over with a bowl of wonton.

"You’re planning to practice mixed fruit filling today?" Zheng Siyuan’s tone carried a hint of comfort.

It was that feeling of knowing that even if you’re just playing around with other snacks, mixed fruit filling is still the most important thing in your heart.

"I’ve got some ideas and plan to practice at home tonight. Ouyang is at home, so he can help with taste testing," Qin Huai said frankly.

"What’s your idea?" Zheng Siyuan asked.

"I’ll tell you when I have some results."

Hearing this, Zheng Siyuan didn’t pursue further, and went aside to eat his wontons. On the other hand, Tan Wei’an remained in place, hesitating before he opened his mouth to ask: