CHAPTER 516: CHAPTER 283: MASTER QIN WILL RETURN LIKE LIGHTNING

On March 8th, Qin Huai boarded a plane to Shan City with bags full of luggage.

Zhang Chu had mailed the six cutting boards and the three sets of molds he made for Qin Huai earlier this morning.

To make it easier for Qin Huai to video call and take online classes with Cao Guixiang while chopping ingredients, Zhang Chu crafted a wooden phone stand for Qin Huai using leftover materials. He painted and carved it, even inscribing a small "Qin" character on the back.

Qin Huai had no idea how Zhang Chu managed it, but the phone stand was quite flexible. The only downside was its weight, which, in fact, was also an advantage as it wouldn’t easily tip over.

Cao Guixiang and Zhang Chu accompanied Qin Huai to the airport.

"Master Cao, I’m going through the security check now. I’ll message you when I land to let you know I’m okay. Don’t keep the Four Happiness Dumplings in the freezer for too long; after a week, they won’t taste as good. Same goes for the Four Happiness Dumplings—fresh is the way to go." Qin Huai waved goodbye to Cao Guixiang and Zhang Chu.

Since Qin Huai moved into Cao Guixiang’s house to learn cooking, he hardly ever got up early. But this morning, he made a special effort to get up around 4 a.m. He packed Four Happiness Dumplings and Four Happiness Dumplings all morning, making a sumptuous breakfast for Cao Guixiang and Zhang Chu.

"Don’t worry, they won’t last long. With Yunyun and Qingqing’s appetite, they can finish them in two or three days. The Four Happiness Dumplings we brought back from you on the sixth day, Yunyun, and Qingqing ate finished in one sitting." Cao Guixiang smiled and waved, "When you get home today, don’t practice chopping. Get some good rest."

"I know, Master Cao." Qin Huai waved again and headed through the security check to board.

This time on the plane, Qin Huai didn’t encounter Cheng Gong in the seat next to him—indeed, the seat was empty.

It seemed the airline wasn’t doing good business today.

With no one next to him, Qin Huai relaxed and opened the game panel to watch video tutorials. Some of these video tutorials in the game panel he’d watched many times, and some he hadn’t really looked at.

Tutorials like those for guo’er, Four Happiness Dumplings, and Three Meat Buns, Qin Huai had practically memorized.

Of course, there were some he didn’t dare watch too much, like sticky rice cake; he’d watch it once, maybe twice, and he’d remember it.

But there were some recipes that Qin Huai really hadn’t viewed much at all—just once or twice occasionally, and even after watching, he wouldn’t make them.

Like sticky rice cake and Qianhua Gongdeng Bun.

Apologies to sticky rice cake and Qianhua Gongdeng Bun, Qin Huai watched Stir-fried Cabbage and Meat more than these two recipes. Sometimes, if he didn’t know what to do before bed, he’d open up the Stir-fried Cabbage and Meat video tutorial and watch it once.

The Stir-fried Cabbage and Meat video tutorial was very short, just a few minutes, but packed with useful tips, crucially, Qin Huai could truly understand it. When he didn’t have the time in real life to practice fire control skill, he could only turn to video tutorials for some cyber practice.

As for sticky rice cake and Qianhua Gongdeng Bun, they weren’t tutorials to be watched before bed. The latter was too difficult—even watching it wouldn’t help, as Qin Huai’s finger skill was only Intermediate. For the S-rank Qianhua Gongdeng Bun, Qin Huai thought even Master Level Finger Skill might not suffice for it. You could open it just to glimpse some artistry.

As for sticky rice cake, he simply hadn’t gotten around to it yet.

When increasing his favorability with Qu Jing, Qin Huai practiced sticky rice cake diligently for a while, but after exchanging ideas with Huang Ji, he rarely made it anymore. Sometimes, when sending snacks and sticky rice cake to Qu Jing, it was Zheng Siyuan who made them (Zheng Siyuan made better sticky rice cake than Qin Huai).

The sticky rice cake buff required A-Level to take effect, and Qin Huai was very aware of his own ability; he couldn’t make A-Level sticky rice cake, so he didn’t even bother watching the video tutorials much.

Alas, he had neglected the sticky rice cake.

Feeling guilty, Qin Huai decided to watch it a few more times on the plane.

And then, once he started, he couldn’t stop.

This movement, this technique, this control of the steaming fire, this...

Master, definitely a master.

Hey, whose sticky rice cake was this made by, anyway?

Qin Huai glanced at the recipe: ?.

Oh, that spirit he met by chance.

Who would have thought there’d be such a culinary master among spirits, just as the saying goes—true skill lies among the people.

The entire flight, Qin Huai immersed himself in video tutorials, thoroughly enjoying them to the point of skipping his inflight meal. Even while disembarking, he still reminisced about the sticky rice cake techniques from the video tutorial, itching to try it himself.

Qin Huai decided that after resting for a day today, he would make sticky rice cake tomorrow afternoon. Having spent so long making Four Happiness Dumplings, frequently dealing with glutinous rice, Qin Huai was confident he could produce B+-Level sticky rice cake!

What, you ask why he wasn’t confident about making A-Level?

Because he truly wasn’t confident.

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"Qin Huai! Old Qin! Godfather! Dad!"

At the airport entrance, Ouyang excitedly rushed toward Qin Huai. As he got closer, the terms of endearment became more intimate.

Qin Huai: "...I realize you’re becoming increasingly shameless."

To call out those last two terms of endearment in public shows Ouyang was getting better at being a slick operator—really thick-skinned.

"Help! Didn’t you say you’d be back in a couple of days? But it’s already been more than a week, your brother almost died waiting!" Ouyang lamented with tearful melodrama—a lot of thunder but no rain, tearfully but without any actual tears in his eyes.

"What’s going on? I heard your grandpa’s already been discharged. I see you’re neither missing an arm nor a leg, and your dad didn’t beat you half to death. Didn’t your uncle and aunt not blame you either? You were the guy who sent the whole family to the hospital on New Year’s Eve." Qin Huai chuckled.