Huang Shengli:...
You've never considered Qin Huai's situation at all, have you thought about how a chef feels having to make crab dumplings with this level of difficulty continuously for three months in a year?
Huang Shengli glanced at Qin Huai.
Forget it, Qin Huai is different.
Qin Huai really loves doing it, enjoys it wholeheartedly, looking at him, he would wish the crabs were plump for two more months so he could keep making them.
Just as he was speaking, the crab dumplings were ready.
Qin Huai uncovered the steamer lid, swiftly took out the crab dumplings inside, and placed them on a plate. Qin Huai first frowned, examining them for a while, then heaved a deep sigh. Once the crab dumplings had cooled slightly, he tasted one himself.
Frown.
Even Gong Liang could tell that the crab dumplings of the past few days weren't as good as before, of course Qin Huai could tell too.
Qin Huai also knew it wasn't an issue with his skills, it was entirely about the crabs.