Zheng Da said he wanted to help, and he really meant it.

There are basically all kinds of ingredients for making snacks in the kitchen, and fillings such as red bean filling, mung bean filling, and coconut filling that can be stored in advance are also stored in the freezer.

Zheng Da walked around the kitchen to get familiar with the ingredients and kitchen utensils, then rolled up his sleeves and got to work.

The first thing to make is shortbread.

In Zheng Da's words, the signature pastry of his son Zheng Siyuan is shortbread. Sometimes when his son needs to ask his father to help him with something, Zheng Da will go over and make some.

Of course, if Zheng Da asks Zheng Siyuan for something, such as encouraging him to skip work and go on a blind date, he will do it seriously. How serious it is depends on how likely Zheng Siyuan's blind date is to succeed.

Today Zheng Da is not too serious.

The main reason is that he can't take it seriously. He has to watch Qin Huai making Sophora japonica steamed buns while making the snacks on his hands.

Qin Luo was eating and watching while holding a plate of Sixi dumplings.

There are actually two dim sum chefs in the kitchen making dim sum at the same time, which is really a new thing.

"Luoluo, are you eating Sixi dumplings?" Zheng Da not only watched while making them, but also cared about what Qin Luo was eating.

"Yes, my brother made it. Uncle Zheng, do you want to eat it? I can share one with you." Qin Luo nodded.

Zheng Da shook his head to express his refusal. It was not like he had never eaten before, so there was no need to snatch the little girl's food.

"But the ingredients of your Sixi dumplings are very beautiful. Is this also your family's recipe?"

Zheng Da stared at Qin Huai's hand kneading the dough. He kept kneading the dough with his hand, and at the same time, he could chat with Qin Luo with his mouth, maximizing his multitasking.

"It's my brother's recipe." Qin Luo said, "My brother said that the recipes online didn't taste good, so he researched it himself."

Zheng Da stopped kneading the dough and asked, "Xiao Qin, which school do you study in dim sum?"

Now it was Qin Huai's turn to knead the dough, and his soul asked: "What kind of snacks are there?"

Zheng Da:?

Zheng Da was stunned.

"There are...the big schools include Beijing style, Su style, and Cantonese style, and the subdivisions include Ning style, Sichuan style, Tianjin style, Shanghai style, Yang..." Zheng Da said a series of words, and saw that Qin Huai was still using it, and he was a little confused.

He looked at himself with an expression on his face, his voice rising, "You don't even know?!"

"I know there is a Beijing-style mung bean cake. I saw it when I was searching for recipes online," Qin Huai said.

Now Zheng Da was completely confused. He couldn't say a word for a long time. It took him a long time to say: "Your father is too ungrateful."

"Teach me a little bit."

Even if the family-traditional craftsmanship has fallen into disrepair and we can only open a community canteen in a small... high-end community, we can't teach anything except the craftsmanship. If you don't know anything, you are like a raw melon and egg. When the time comes to go out for chef exchanges, you will not be

Others laugh.

Zheng Da looked around the kitchen and then at the decoration of the lobby.

No, it's not lonely, this location, this area, this decoration.

It's more than enough to open a restaurant.

"Uncle Zheng, this has nothing to do with my dad." Qin Luo complained for Qin Congwen, "My dad runs a breakfast shop. He only knows how to make steamed buns, shaomai, and wontons. He can't even make steamed buns well and can't teach me.

elder brother."

Zheng Da breathed a long sigh of relief. It seemed that his family's craftsmanship had been lost and he had to go outside to apprentice: "Who is your master?"

Qin Huai was silent for a while, then slowly uttered four words: "A complete collection of dim sum?"

Zheng Da:?

The commentator Qin Luo spoke again: "My brother didn't become a teacher. When my brother was in high school, I said he could go to Hangzhou to learn from a teacher somewhere. My dad thought the college entrance examination was more important and didn't let my brother go."

"We have a dim sum encyclopedia at home, and my brother basically makes dim sum from the recipes on it. If he doesn't find it in the dim sum encyclopedia, he searches online."

Zheng Da:……

Zheng Da took a deep breath and felt that he should calm down.

Haha, this dough kneading technique, this fermentation level, this pastry completion, this technique, this strength, this technique, it’s all pure and wild!

No, this is not even Ye Luzi. Generally speaking, Ye Luzi refers to someone who has not studied the Eight Classics or studied under a serious teacher, but has learned a little bit from here and there. This one does not even have learned from the East. It all depends on...

A complete collection of snacks?!

When did the chef world also have martial arts secrets???

The chef of such a good family did not rely on the master's guidance, but learned how to make pasta by reading the recipes himself!

What about basic skills? Does basic skills also depend on turning over recipes?!

Zheng Da forced a smile: "Luoluo, can you tell me how your brother has learned to make dim sum all these years?"

Qin Luo nodded for the sake of the dozens of boxes of snacks that had not yet arrived. He started talking about it when Qin Huai was still kneading dough in the welfare home before he was born.

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An hour later, Zheng Dam became numb.

Although the movements of his hands did not stop, the shortbread was finished and the Dingsheng cake was made. After the Dingsheng cake, there was also the arrangement of fresh meat mooncakes, but his heart had stopped.

Zheng Da especially wanted to ask Qin Huai, if your skills can be learned by yourself by kneading dough in the orphanage, buying a snack encyclopedia from the elementary school flea market, and getting on the right track. What about the basic skills he learned when he was a child, and the knife skills he practiced?

Gong, the burn scars, the sweat, the hardships, and the beatings are nothing.

Zheng Da suddenly remembered that when his master was still there, he often told them that real geniuses only need to be introduced by the master, and the rest depends entirely on hard work and talent. The two brothers have more than enough hard work, but a little lack of talent.

He is naturally talented, but there is still a gap between him and a true genius.

Zheng Da always thought that it was the repressive education from his master. After living for so many years, he had seen only a handful of Bai An chefs who were more talented than himself. His son Zheng Siyuan was one of them. Zhiweiju had several good talents, and the rest

None of them work.

So unlike his senior brother who opened a restaurant and recruited apprentices, Zheng Da was very picky. He looked down on those who wanted to be his disciple, and looked down on those who liked him, so he only passed on his skills to his son for so many years.

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Zheng Da looked at Qin Huai and felt that he could be the master who led him in.

What, you said Qin Huai has already entered?

It's okay, you can enter again.

Zheng Da rubbed his hands, his mind was not on Sophora Flower Buns, and he looked at Qin Huai.

"Xiao Qin." Zheng Da's voice was so friendly that he felt a little hypocritical.

"What do you think of me?"

Qin Huai:?

Zheng Da cleared his throat: "You, Uncle Zheng, are considered to have a small amount of wealth. You don't need to accept a apprenticeship gift, and you don't need to give gifts to the master during the three festivals of the year. On the contrary, the master will definitely give big red envelopes every Chinese New Year, at least he will give me those gifts."

More than three times that of my nephew!"

"In terms of fame, before I started doing business overseas, I was a well-known white chef in Suzhou. I was featured in "Zhiwei" and I was able to make a name for myself."

"The most important thing is that I have never accepted an apprentice. Siyuan is my son and does not count as an apprentice. My senior brother and I have accepted many apprentices, and together we can form a football team. I am very dedicated to my apprentices.

We must cultivate them carefully, teach them with all our resources, and use all our resources!”

"Do you want to consider becoming my teacher? I think it's better to choose a different day than to do it this afternoon! I'll ask my assistant to prepare it, and I'll give you a big red envelope."

This time it was Qin Huaimeng's turn.

Qin Luo beside him was also confused.

Since the promised dozens of boxes of snacks had not yet arrived, Qin Luo had reason to suspect that the Zheng Bo Zheng Da in front of him might be an unconventional liar.

If Zheng Da's assets could not be checked online, and the photo of the chairman on their company's official website was indeed him, Qin Huai would have suspected that the person in front of him was a liar.

The kitchen fell into a deathly silence.

In order to appear less embarrassed, Qin Huai coughed twice, glanced at the dough that was still fermenting, and said awkwardly: "Apprenticeship...Master Zheng, I'm sorry, I haven't thought about it."

"Do you have any clues about Sophora Flower Steamed Buns?"

The turning point was very abrupt, but Zheng Da thought it was good.

Also, recruiting disciples these days cannot just rely on words. What you say is not your ability, what you can show is your real ability!

Zheng Da felt that it was time to prove his skills with Sophora japonica steamed buns!

Zheng Da began to study the Sophora japonica steamed buns with concentration, temporarily putting aside the shortbread cakes, Dingsheng cakes and fresh meat moon cakes.

Diners outside:???

No, why didn’t the dim sum come out this morning? Is the new dim sum chef bad at it?

An hour later, the Sophora japonica steamed buns came out of the pan.

Zheng Da was chewing sophora flower steamed buns with a solemn expression.

His current thoughts are the same as Qin Huai's. He can't find any obvious technical problems, but the steamed buns he made obviously do not meet Qin Huai's technology.

To put it simply, I can't find the problem.

Zheng Da thought for 10 minutes and took out his mobile phone.

"Hey, Siyuan. Have you finished making the snacks? Are you done? Not sold out yet? It doesn't matter. You can ask your sister to help you sell them. Now you can book a flight and come to the location I sent you."

"I'm not trying to trick you into going on a blind date out of town."

"It's a snack thing, related to your junior brother."

"It's not you Huang...it's me! The disciple I want to accept!"

"Oh, I can't explain it in a few words, but it's very important anyway. It's really not a blind date, it's really about snacks! Really, Dad won't lie to you!"
Chapter completed!