Looking at the beautiful young woman, Gao Hui, who was happily serving her custors, Shen Qiang suddenly felt a sense of ease.
Instead of leaving the modestly decorated, tiny bun shop, he decided to stay and help her.
After the lunchti rush had left,
Gao Hui tidied up, closed the shop, and took Shen Qiang to the food market in her tricycle. They bought a load of groceries, and Shen Qiang took the opportunity to purchase so spices and Chinese herbal dicine. He ground them into powders and made his own seasonings.
Once everything was settled,
it was already five in the afternoon.
The beautiful young woman, Gao Hui, drove her electric tricycle back ho with Shen Qiang in tow.
Sitting in the back of the tricycle, Shen Qiang enjoyed the slightly cool evening breeze.
He smiled as he watched Xiu Ju driving behind them in a shiny black F3 from afar.
As the tricycle passed by a kindergarten,
Gao Hui stopped and tiptoed to sneak a peek at her young son.
From inside the tricycle's carriage, Shen Qiang expressed his surprise, "If you want to see him, you could just go inside."
Gao Hui smiled and then said calmly, "He would cling to , telling he wants to go ho, but once we're ho, I have no ti to look after him because there's still so much for to do."
With that, Gao Hui climbed back onto the tricycle and pulled Shen Qiang along to the courtyard she rented.
The courtyard wasn't big, in fact, it was very small.
The house had only two small rooms, both very small.
It wasn't the sa place she had lived before.
That was normal.
After all, after what had happened, who wouldn't want to move sowhere new?
The small room was tidy and quiet.
Inside the room, there was a light scent that ca from Gao Hui.
They went straight into the kitchen.
Gao Hui looked at Shen Qiang with a smile, "No choice, let's keep it simple. For dinner, we'll have the buns you make. If they don't taste good, I might refuse to let you invest in my bun shop."
Shen Qiang laughed, "No problem."
Having said that, Shen Qiang imdiately started making buns.
He grabbed a handful of dough and squeezed it in his hand. When he spread his hand open, he found that the dough was loose and was imdiately surprised, "Have you always used this kind of dough for the buns?"
Gao Hui was taken aback, "Yes, the master said that there's no particular need to fuss over the dough for buns; any kind of dough will do."
Shen Qiang laughed, "The master you paid three thousand yuan must have learned his craft from the sa place he learned to clean houses."
Looking at the surprised Gao Hui, Shen Qiang smiled slightly, "Flour commonly found in the market is usually classified according to the gluten content. Generally speaking, flour with a protein fiber content of above thirteen percent is high-gluten flour."
"Protein fiber content between ten and thirteen percent is called dium-gluten flour."
He squeezed the flour again, released his hand, and looking at it falling apart in his palms without forming any clumps, Shen Qiang comnted with a smile, "This kind of flour, which doesn't stick together after being compressed, has a protein fiber content below ten percent; it's low-gluten flour, usually used for making cakes and pastries. Using it to make buns is actually a mistake."
The beautiful young woman, Gao Hui, was stunned.
"The flour was delivered directly to my door; it's cheap, and the quality seems quite good."
Shen Qiang laughed, "This will cause your bun skins to be sticky and lack elasticity."
"So I should go buy high-gluten flour, right?" asked Gao Hui hurriedly.
Shen Qiang laughed again, "You don't need high-gluten flour, as it is usually used for bread and fine pastries. dium-gluten flour is fine; just make sure it's not too low quality. It should form a lump when you squeeze it, but crumble when you touch it."
Gao Hui's eyes lit up, "I never thought that flour could involve so much knowledge. Wait for , there's a grocery store around the corner, I'll be right back."
After saying that, Gao Hui hurried out, and it wasn't long before she returned.
She tried comparing the two types of flour.
And found it was indeed as Shen Qiang had said.
This greatly boosted her confidence.
And later, when it was ti to mix the filling for the buns,
inhaling the peculiar aroma that wafted from the filling after adding the spices blended by Shen Qiang,
the beautiful young wife, Gao Hui, widened her eyes in delight, exclaiming, "It really is a secret family recipe, this sll is just too fragrant."
Shen Qiang smiled without saying a word.
In fact, in Shen Qiang's Datong River, there were many pastry chefs.
The tastes of various Chinese and Western pastries, as well as the buns, were all quite good.
But even their buns had a significant gap compared to those made by Shen Qiang himself.
And the source of this gap lay in the section about dicinal als in the dical Saint Inheritance.
Chinese herbal dicine has many unique flavors.
For example, Thirteen Spices and Five Spices Powder are common mass-produced seasonings made from Chinese herbal dicines.
That is very Primary Level compared to what Shen Qiang had.
Because this was a recipe that the dical Saint had refined over hundreds of years of studying dicinal als, after countless improvents, it was finally perfected. Also, this filling seasoning had a particularly pleasant na called Thy, aning that when it was used to make the filling, the aroma could be slled from miles away once it was out of the pot.
And this Thy filling seasoning was mainly aid at at fillings.
Therefore, Shen Qiang also prepared another type of seasoning for fillings called Herbal Fragrance.
Because it was a trial, the amount was very small.
So quickly, the buns were put on to steam.
While Shen Qiang was explaining the uses of these two spices to the beautiful young wife, Gao Hui, he also talked to her about the particular ways buns are made in different regions around the country. Not only did she listen with rapt attention, but ti also flew by very quickly.
When the hot steam began to spread out from the pot and the peculiar aroma filled the air, not only was the young wife, Gao Hui, surprised and eager with anticipation, but the elderly woman from next door also ca over to knock on the door, tiptoeing, and asking.
"Xiao Gao, what are you making? It slls so good!"
And when the buns were finally out of the pot, the old woman beca quite familiar, saying, "Xiao Gao, your buns sll so good, can you give so?"
Gao Hui smiled and picked up a bowl for her.
The old woman didn't even say thanks, she just took it and left.
Afterward, Shen Qiang heard the excited voices of several children from the neighboring courtyard as they blew on their food and chewed excitedly.
"Grandma, this is so fragrant, so delicious!"
"Auntie Gao's buns are so tasty."
Hearing their voices, looking at the young wife Gao Hui whose eyes were filled with delighted surprise, Shen Qiang smiled slightly and asked, "Are you satisfied?"
The young wife Gao Hui pursed her lips in a smile, then said, "Let's eat then."
With that, she gracefully carried the buns into the house, looking forward to sitting down at the table, she passed the chopsticks to Shen Qiang, then stood up to pour him a glass of wine. When she saw Shen Qiang quietly watching her with sparkling eyes,
her pretty face flushed unexpectedly.
Because it was already dark outside, and there were only the two of them in the room.
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