Free Web NovelChapter 584: Chapter 502: The Clown Turns Out to Be Myself
In the Dorami Kindergarten kitchen, in the operation room.
Huang Jun skillfully kneaded the dough with one hand while deftly mixing the filling with the other. His hands moved swiftly, and in the blink of an eye, delicate, small, oval-shaped baozi blossomed lightly at his fingertips, quickly taking shape.
His movements were as fast as lightning, yet still precise and orderly.
These little baozi, whether in shape or size, were as identical as if copied and pasted, neatly arranged. Just looking at them brought joy to the heart, sparking infinite culinary imaginations, and offering a visual delight.
Speaking of water-fried baozi, they truly come in various shapes and styles, each region having its unique method: some places shape them like ordinary buns and fry them at the bottom of the pan; others pinch them together like dumplings; some even appear round and cute like small steamed buns but hide a rich filling inside.
All in all, regardless of the form, water-fried baozi each carry their charm, ready to please any preference.
And for the afternoon’s lesson, Huang Jun chose to teach dumpling-like techniques so that the kids could easily grasp it.
But personally, he favored the oval, flat water-fried baozi he was currently making, which looked like mini-pies.
This shape allowed them to better adhere to the pan’s bottom, resulting in a more beautiful color and a crispier base.
Taking a bite...
Crispy and fragrant, bursting on the taste buds...
After evenly spreading a layer of oil in the pan, Huang Jun neatly arranged the water-fried baozi on top, turning up the heat to fry them thoroughly.
As the oil temperature rose and smoke wafted from the pan, he slowly poured in pre-prepared starch water, covering about one-third of the baozi’s height, then covered the pan to steam and cook.
Inside the pan, the starch water bubbled and boiled, and as the intense steam cooked the baozi, the water gradually evaporated, with the remaining starch forming a golden, crispy base at the bottom, connecting all the buns into one.
Meanwhile, Assistant Chef Qian Guoxiang, assisting nearby, listened to the sizzling of the frying pan and inhaled the aroma quietly permeating the operation room through the lid. His Adam’s apple moved up and down involuntarily, almost unable to hold back his drool, eyes fixed intently on the pan, his heart itching, wishing he could take a bite of this delicious treat immediately.
"Wow... smells so good..."
"Mm-hmm, it really smells so good... Daddy’s water-fried baozi smell even better than ours. I want to eat Daddy’s water-fried baozi..."
Playing in a corner of the cafeteria, Qingqing and Weiwei involuntarily swallowed at the tempting aroma, a look of longing surfacing on their little faces. Then, they nimbly slid down from their high dining chairs, their little legs pumping with excitement, eager to rush to the edge of the operation room, only to stop in frustration.
It’s not that they didn’t want to enter the operation room...
But faced with the intricate sanitation procedures, the two little ones were at a loss...
They could only stand at the door, tiptoeing like two little flowers stretching up, gazing at the busy figures inside the operation room, and through the transparent glass window, sent a soft, childish whine to their dad: "Daddy~ Daddy~ We want to eat the water-fried baozi you made. We really want to eat them~"
"Alright, alright, I know, you little gluttons, don’t rush, don’t rush, Daddy will bring them to you. Everyone gets a share, all have something to eat!"
Huang Jun agreed while turning to look at his two little darlings, a fatherly smile naturally appearing on his lips.
With a gentle flip of the spatula in his hand, he effortlessly lifted a dozen golden, crispy water-fried baozi, connected like stars surrounding the moon.
He arranged these baozi neatly on a large plate, head down, bottom up, with the golden, crispy base whetting anyone’s appetite, making it hard not to take a few bites.
"Assistant Chef Qian, could you please take out the rest of the water-fried baozi while I take these two little ones out first so they don’t get impatient..."
Huang Jun softly said to Qian Guoxiang nearby, then turned to fetch two sets of exquisite bowls and chopsticks, carefully selecting four golden, crispy water-fried baozi from the plate and equally placing them in two bowls, two in each, neither more nor less.
It wasn’t out of stinginess.
But rather out of concern for the children’s health—earlier, the two little ones had already tasted the baozi they made themselves, their little tummies slightly full; more would risk harming their stomachs.
"Alright, Chef Huang, you go ahead, I’ll handle it here."
Qian Guoxiang smiled as he took the spatula, watching Huang Jun leave.
Huang Jun walked out of the operation room, carrying two steaming bowls of water-fried baozi, and gently handed them to Qingqing and Weiwei’s hands, softly saying: "Here, Qingqing, Weiwei, hold them well."
"Thank you, Daddy..."
Qingqing and Weiwei, full of joy, thanked him, then eagerly carried their little bowls, hopping towards the dining area of the cafeteria.
Watching their retreating figures, Huang Jun’s heart filled with paternal love, and he loudly reminded them: "Remember, the water-fried baozi taste best when eaten hot, but be careful not to burn your mouth. Blow on them gently before eating."
"Daddy, got it~ I already ate before, so I know how to eat them~"
"Yeah, yeah, I’m not a three-year-old kid anymore, I know how to eat water-fried baozi~"
Hearing the two little ones’ emphatic replies, Huang Jun smiled affectionately, reassured, and turned back to the operation room.
Stepping into the operation room...
