Abnormal Gourmet Chronicle-Chapter 827 - 414: Zhiwei Restaurant’s Unexpected Atmosphere_2

Zhou Yan frowned, "Is it still bland? Master said that the proportion of shrimp in my filling is too high to control well. I reduced the amount of shrimp and added cabbage, carrot shreds, and mushrooms, but no matter how I season it, it feels bland. Is it a problem with the ingredients pairing?"

"Or was my idea wrong from the start, wrapping this White Jade Shrimp Roll ingredients in pastry to make shrimp rolls or steamed dumplings just doesn’t work."

Zhou Yan fell into deep thought.

Zhao Cheng’an continued handling his filling, seasoning the meat while saying, "Master didn’t say your idea was wrong, which means it’s worth a try. If you ask me, Senior Sister, you’re just too cautious. What’s there to overthink about making snacks? Just do it. Why do you only doubt your idea, not your cooking skills? Could it be that your cooking skills aren’t enough to pull it off?"

Zhou Yan’s eyes widened in anger.

Just when Qin Huai felt that a showdown between the senior sister and junior brother was about to erupt, Wang Jiayi, who had been quietly making snacks at the front, stopped what he was doing. He looked back to see what was happening and comforted, "Xiao Yan, Lao San isn’t wrong either. You don’t need to be overly cautious when making snacks. Boldly try, courageously innovate; if it doesn’t work once, try many times, if not many times, then dozens, hundreds of times. It’s never wrong to try more."

"Trying to make snacks is not that simple. It’s rare you have a thought and inspiration. When opportunity arises, grab it; don’t quit right at the start."

"Also, Lao San, what was that you just said? Your Senior Sister’s cooking isn’t good enough, and yours is? Your Three Meat Buns are half-baked, yet you brag in front of Xiao Qin that your buns are as good as his. We haven’t eaten your Three Meat Buns or something? As good as his?"

"You even thought of buying egg tart mix to make egg tarts, and you made them. I think you making snacks for six hours a day is not enough; you should make them for eight. Master said yesterday, today you must make four hours of puff pastry snacks and meet the quota. I and your Senior Sister will watch you, don’t think about slacking off."

Wang Jiayi’s words rendered Zhao Cheng’an silent. Just as Qin Huai listened intently, thinking this session was about to end, Zhao Cheng’an suddenly blurted, "You’re watching me for four hours this afternoon, Senior Brother, aren’t you picking up the kids?"

"My wife’s picking up the kids today," Wang Jiayi said seamlessly.

"Hey, Senior Brother, I remember your kid took a painting class before. How was it? Is it worthwhile? I’m thinking of enrolling my son in a painting class." Zhou Yan asked.

Wang Jiayi had already turned back to continue making snacks, answering simultaneously, "It’s a bit pricey, but the teacher’s quite diligent and responsible. Mainly, my daughter was quite happy learning back then. It’s been years, I don’t know if that teacher still holds classes. If you’re interested, I’ll ask my wife tonight to check if she still has the teacher’s contact info for you."

Then the three chatted on like this, moving from kids to school, to the neighbor next door, eventually discussing a certain Master’s direct disciple who seemed to be juggling too many things lately. They even wanted to lay bets on when this guy would mess up.

The wager was covering for the winner for a workday. Zhiwei Restaurant’s direct disciples get monthly leave, four days off.

Qin Huai: ?

This overly leisure mode of chatting while making snacks, is it permissible right in front of the Master?

Qin Huai sneakily glanced at Master Zhou, who was still scolding.

Master Zhou’s language had grown so rich, Su Qian was now a blockhead, now a dummy, now a bird that can’t fly, now an early bird but still missing the worm, scolding vividly while instructing, turning a blind eye to the gossip from the three direct disciples.

Master Zhou even noticed Qin Huai with the corner of his eye and took a moment to say, "Xiao Qin, watch Lao San and them more. No need to watch Su Qian; there’s nothing worth watching now."

From Master Zhou’s tone, it’s not hard to discern he feared Qin Huai watching Su Qian’s snack making too much and ’polluting the database.’

Zhou Yan, still chatting eagerly with Wang Jiayi about kids, this topic left Zhao Cheng’an, the unmarried, with little to interrupt, so he glanced more at Qin Huai, who seemed puzzled, and explained with a smile:

"Surprised Zhiwei Restaurant has direct disciples making snacks like this?"

Qin Huai very honestly nodded.

Despite Zhiwei Restaurant’s life being unlike his imagination, the reality was indeed far from what he envisioned.

Is Zhiwei Restaurant’s private vibe really like this? It’s quite different from the reputation as the Bai’an World’s premier Huangpu Military Academy.

"Just... doesn’t chatting while making snacks distract you?" Qin Huai couldn’t help but ask.

Qin Huai also really loved hearing gossip while making snacks; back when he was at Huang Ji doing high-intensity snack making daily, his work motivation was Dong Shi babbling gossip beside him.

Dong Shi’s behavior was largely accepted by everyone; if not accepted, there’s no choice—he’d still gossip, Dong Shi simply loved gossip.

Yet in Huang Ji’s large kitchen, only Dong Shi liked gossip so much, whereas in Zhiwei’s larger kitchen, Qin Huai saw three at once today.

Initially, Qin Huai thought Wang Jiayi was silently reserved like Guli, Zhou Yan was thoughtful and steady, only Zhao Cheng’an seemed relatively lively.