Abnormal Gourmet Chronicle-Chapter 1098 - 533: The Best Snacks Are Meant to Be Shared with Your Closest People

Zhao Cheng'an finished the Fermented Rice with Steamed Buns in his hand in just a few bites, feeling that he could easily eat eight more.

Zhao Cheng'an glanced at the steam rising from the buns in the steamer, smacked his lips, his eyes filled with longing, and his hands itching to grab one, but he refrained from reaching out directly.

Previously, Zhao Cheng'an would have simply helped himself. What's his relationship with Qin Huai? They've been to art exhibits together, gossiped at Zhiwei Restaurant, dined at Fen Garden, their bond as close brothers is well established in Qin Huai's memories.

They're all buddies here, what's the harm in eating a few buns from a friend? Zhao Cheng'an not only planned to grab some but also intended to pack a bag to take home for the night.

But things are different now.

Now Zhao Cheng'an feels he should call Qin Huai "Master Qin" and be more careful when speaking to him. He can't be as reckless as before; he has to think carefully about the timing, consider what Master Qin enjoys hearing, and what Master Qin wants to do.

Zhao Cheng'an assures that all those years as an apprentice were not in vain; he still has the basic decency of a first-rate pastry apprentice.

Zhao Cheng'an looked at Qin Huai and found Qin Huai still staring at the buns in the steamer without any intention of eating.

Zhao Cheng'an tried to guess.

He couldn't figure it out. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Zhao Cheng'an tried to analyze.

He couldn't analyze it.

Zhao Cheng'an thought for a bit, as if making some kind of decision, gritted his teeth, and said, "Hey Qin Huai, why don't you stuff another bun in my mouth? I can let you stuff a few more."

Qin Huai: ...?

Whenever Qin Huai feels like he might not be completely sane, someone jumps out to tell him that actually, he's quite normal.

"If you want to eat, just eat. There's another two batches ready to steam soon," Qin Huai said.

Only then did Zhao Cheng'an start eating boldly, with one bun in each hand and one in his mouth, eating with great gusto.

Qin Huai briskly picked out the buns from the steamer and started distributing them. At the small table, five people each got three buns, while Qin Huai maintained his composure against Ouyang's "you think three buns aren't even enough to fill the gaps in my teeth" stare, insisting on giving Ouyang only three.

Then, Qin Huai distributed the Fermented Rice with Steamed Buns to the elderly sitting outside.

Before distributing, Qin Huai made it clear that this batch of buns was free, as it's a new premium product, with no price set yet. The only requirement was that everyone should submit a food review.

The elderly folks expressed no problem with it, as they've been diligently reading food reviews and subscribing to major gourmet travel magazines, single-handedly boosting the magazine stock in the newsstands near Yunzhong District, honing their writing skills just for this moment.

Isn't it just a food review? Regardless of what the elderly folks did previously, they are professional food review writers now!

Ordinary elderly folks each got one bun, Xu Tuqiang and Grandma Ding got three buns, Grandpa Qian and a few others who looked familiar to Qin Huai got two each. The first batch of buns was quickly distributed.

Xu Tuqiang looked at the three buns on his plate, straightened his back, and showed off to Grandpa Qian as soon as Qin Huai left: "See, and you said Master Zhou's Lucky Charm was useless? Why do I have three buns? It's because…"

"Because you write good food reviews." Grandpa Qian looked at Xu Tuqiang with a face full of disbelief, "Xu Tuqiang, have you reached the age where you're being scammed? Why is your mind full of superstition now, so eager to blow your Master Zhou's trumpet to everyone, even Boss Gong, a friend of Master Qin?"

"If Boss Gong gets scammed out of a hundred or eighty thousand dollars because of you, beware Yunzhong Restaurant puts up your photo saying neither you nor any scammer is allowed inside."

Xu Tuqiang was so angry he couldn't speak for a while, decided to take a bite of the bun to calm down before arguing with Grandpa Qian again.

Previously, Xu Tuqiang bit into the bun fiercely, still carrying his unresolved argument anger. But as soon as the bun entered his mouth, the anger vanished, replaced by peace, happiness, satisfaction, and joy.

A glow of peace and love emanated from Xu Tuqiang's entire being.

With a single bun swallowed, Xu Tuqiang tearfully lamented, "Master Qin actually gave me three buns, and I haven't submitted a food review for three days. I'm so ashamed!"

Because he wasn't hungry, Grandpa Qian, who wasn't in a rush to eat, said: ?

Wang Gen Sheng's dementia was basically everyone's misdiagnosis, but Xu Tuqiang's dementia seems real.

"Old Ding, what do you think about Xu Tuqiang…" Grandpa Qian turned his head to discuss Xu Tuqiang's condition with Grandma Ding, only to find that Grandma Ding wasn't listening to him at all, completely immersed in the world of Fermented Rice with Steamed Buns.

Grandpa Qian: ?

What's going on with these two?

Grandpa Qian looked around at the others and saw similar expressions while gnawing on buns. If not for his trust in Qin Huai's character, he truly would have suspected Qin Huai of lacing the Fermented Rice with Steamed Buns with something.

Cautiously, Grandpa Qian took a small bite of the Fermented Rice with Steamed Buns.

Instantly, Grandpa Qian forgot about Xu Tuqiang's condition and joined the others, getting lost in the world of Fermented Rice with Steamed Buns.

Oh, this world is truly wonderful, filled everywhere with the boozy, richly sweet aroma of Fermented Rice with Steamed Buns.

All the guests at Yunzhong Restaurant indulged in the delights of Fermented Rice with Steamed Buns, the aroma permeating the air, with everyone's mouth filled with the fragrant taste of buns.

So what is the creator of this wonder doing?

Qin Huai is making snacks.

Almost everyone in Yunzhong Restaurant had eaten the Fermented Rice with Steamed Buns, and those who arrived late and hadn't had any were sitting in the hall, eagerly watching the window, waiting to get a taste.