The queue is until 5pm." Qin Huai said he did not accept this trick.

Qin Luo's brewing feelings froze: "I made it up."

"This is an exaggerated rhetorical technique, brother, you don't understand."

Qin Huai felt that since Qin Luo failed in Chinese language in the high school entrance examination, he should not ask him about rhetorical techniques.

"Okay, stop acting. This semester is about to end, and you won't be able to eat the steamed buns made by dad for a few days. You were so persistent at home this morning that you insisted on taking a few hours off to send me to the airport. Now I have been sent to the airport.

Go back to class quickly." Qin Huai patted Qin Luo on the shoulder and signaled Qin Luo not to take the opportunity to skip class again.

Qin Luo curled his lips, put away his sad expression, and walked back silently.

Qin Huai smiled at Chen Huihong, who also came to see him off, and said, "Sister Hong, thank you for making a special trip to see me off. I would also like to ask you to take Luoluo back to school later."

Chen Huihong smiled and said: "It's a convenient thing, but now that you leave, Xiao Qin, our good days are gone, and we will have to eat snacks sent from Gusu in the future. Alas."

Qin Huai said that he really doesn’t understand the world of rich people like you who order food from across provinces.

"By the way, you..." Chen Huihong opened her mouth to say something, but soon stopped, "Remember to report that you are safe after getting off the plane. When Huihui goes on winter vacation, I will take Huihui to stay in Suzhou for a while.

Then everyone can get together and have snacks.”

Qin Huai nodded: "When you and Huihui come to Suzhou, let me know. When you come to Huangji for dinner, I will help you arrange a private room. It will be more convenient to open a small stove."

After saying that, Qin Huai waved his hand and went through the security check.

Qin Luo watched Qin Huai enter the security check and asked Chen Huihong: "Aunt Chen, why didn't you tell my brother that Brother Yang resigned and bought an air ticket and a high-speed rail ticket to Suzhou this afternoon?"

"Ouyang asked me not to tell Qin Huai, because he wanted to give Qin Huai a surprise." Chen Huihong said, "I'm not worried about anything else. It's just that he resigned this time and wants to start a new business. I'm a little worried about opening a milk tea shop specializing in hand-made lemon tea."

"But the investment in the milk tea shop is small. He will definitely not lose 6.6 million this time."

"Come on, Luoluo, I'll take you back to school." Chen Huihong led Qin Luo back.

On the other side, when Qin Luo had returned to school and Qin Huai's plane had not yet landed, a car that looked very expensive parked at the entrance of Yunzhong Canteen.

A middle-aged man who looked gentle and elegant got out of the car. He was holding a mobile phone in his hand. He compared the pictures on the mobile phone with the sign of Yunzhong Canteen, looked at the door with some doubts, and walked in.

In the canteen, the sad old diners headed by Uncle Wang were sitting in the canteen and sighing.

Uncle Qian and Xu Tuqiang are not here today. They are so sad that they don't even want to stay in the cafeteria to avoid getting emotional. They choose to sit at home and eat the unfinished Sandingbao they grabbed yesterday to eliminate their sadness.

Uncle Wang glanced at the middle-aged man who came in.

rich.

Although the clothes on his body did not have an obvious logo, one could tell at a glance that they were custom-made. As a professional accountant who had become rich in old age, Uncle Wang could tell at a glance that the assets of the man in front of him were at least one zero more than his own.

It doesn't matter, so what if there are two more zeros.

Master Xiao Qin went to Suzhou again. When will the boring life that can be seen end at a glance end?

On the first day when Master Xiao Qin was away from Yunzhong Canteen, I missed him.

Uncle Wang only glanced at the middle-aged man, then looked away, then lay on the table and sighed.

After the middle-aged man came in, he was obviously shocked by the mental state of the elderly and aunties in the cafeteria who were shrouded in sadness. He paused for a moment at a loss, subconsciously took a half step back, and then quickly walked to the window where he bought snacks and asked loudly:

"Excuse me, do you have three bags?"

The old man and aunt sitting near the window suddenly realized that this was another person who came here because of his reputation and was destined to leave disappointed.

Before the waiter could answer, an enthusiastic man who was closest to the middle-aged man spoke up: "You're late. Master Xiao Qin has already gone to Suzhou and said he won't be back until the new year."

"If you want to eat sanding buns, you have to wait at least until after the new year."

"Gusu?" The middle-aged man was a little surprised, "Master Xiao Qin...is the Baiyan dim sum master who makes Sanding Bao, right? He went to Gusu..."

"They said they were going to some pornographic restaurant to study and communicate. Alas." The uncle sighed sadly.

The middle-aged man answered: "Is it the Huangji Restaurant in Suzhou?"

"Yes." Huang Xi stepped forward, "The only one in our cafeteria who can make San Ding Bao is Master Xiao Qin from Qinhuai. You are from out of town. If you came yesterday, you could still catch up. Master Xiao Qin has already left for Gusu today.

Yes, I should still be on the plane at this time."

"What a pity that your trip was in vain."

"It's really strange that Huang Ji actually communicated with Chef Bai An." The middle-aged man murmured, walked up to the uncle who had just answered the call and asked, "How does the three-packed buns made by Master Xiao Qin taste?"

Hearing the middle-aged man ask this question, the uncle almost got up and said: "Okay, of course that's good, I have nothing to say!"

"You didn't make it today. Let me tell you, if you had come yesterday, let alone the canteen, the queue would have gone to the corner of the intersection ahead!"

"Master Xiao Qin came to the cafeteria at 8 o'clock in the morning, and the people queuing up to buy steamed buns started queuing up at 6 o'clock. Xu Tuqiang and the others queued up from 6 o'clock in the morning to 1 o'clock in the afternoon, and actually bought four buns in one day!"

"Can they eat all the buns after buying so many buns? Sorry to digress, brother, let me tell you, Master Xiao Qin's craftsmanship is absolutely nothing to say. He has only been making three-pack buns for the past few days since he came back from Suzhou. You

You’re from out of town, you don’t know, but Master Xiao Qin makes a lot of delicious snacks, even tangerine peel and white fungus... Bah, bah, tangerine peel tea, a cup of it is hard to find!"

"The limit is more than 1,000 cups per day, and you have to grab it. I have to queue up in the canteen every morning just to drink a cup of tangerine peel tea."

"If you have time to come over after the New Year, you must eat the three-inch buns, five-inch buns, fermented steamed buns, sophora flower steamed buns, glutinous rice cakes, crab shell yellow buns made by Master Xiao Qin..."

The uncle started to tell the names of the dishes, and the middle-aged man was stunned for a while. He wrote down the names of a bunch of snacks and left.

The uncle watched the middle-aged man leave and sat down contentedly, feeling that he had a great day today.

Although this out-of-town diner who came here because of bad luck was not able to taste the dim sum made by Master Xiao Qin, he helped Master Xiao Qin maintain this wealthy fan and stabilized Master Xiao Qin’s style!

The uncle didn't notice that while he was boasting and bragging, the two pastry chefs in the kitchen who were supposed to be making pastries silently were stunned.

Both of them stopped moving their hands and stood silently in front of the cooking table, staring blankly at the middle-aged man outside.

After the middle-aged man left, Pei Xing spoke slowly, with a face full of disbelief: "That person just now was..."

"Xu Cheng, the founder of "Zhiwei"?!"

"It seems so." Li Hua was still shocked.

"Xu Cheng actually came to our cafeteria specifically just to eat Master Qin's snacks!" Pei Xing's voice broke, "This is a plot that I usually only dream about!"

"Is "Zhiwei" going to be on in our cafeteria?!"

"Is my worth going to rise?"

Li Hua really wants to tell Pei Xing, wake up, what does Master Qin's participation in "Zhiwei" have to do with us?

"Should we send a message to Master Qin and tell him about this?" Pei Xing asked.

Li Hua thought for a moment and shook his head: "I don't think so."

"Didn't Huang Xi just say that Master Qin went to Huangji to study and exchange. If Xu Cheng is really interested in Master Qin, he will go to Gusu himself."

"This kind of scenario where Xu Cheng pushed open the door and told you with a smile that he came here because of your reputation and wanted to try your specialty dishes, it would be better to let Master Qin experience it for himself without any preparation."

Li Hua glanced at Pei Xing and felt that Pei Xing was already taking Qin Huai's place.

Li Hua said silently in his heart:

This is also a plot that only occurs in my dreams.

Really...
Chapter completed!