Dong Li's words inspired Qin Huai greatly.
Yes, why didn't he think of that?
Recently, he focused solely on cooking soup. If the soup turned out well, he sold it cheaply in the evening; if it flopped, he gave it away for free. By four or five in the afternoon, the entire cafeteria was filled with the aroma of meat soup, attracting more dinner customers than lunchtime—
All coming over to snag some free soup.
If they couldn't get the free kind, they didn't mind the cheap one.
Qin Huai had never been confined by rigid rules when cooking before.
Like how a bun should be made this way, dumplings wrapped that way, fried dough stick done just so, Four Happiness Dumplings can't change ingredients…
None of these ever applied to Qin Huai; rules, techniques, Southern School or Northern Style—none of it mattered.
Because he knew nothing at all.
If he could follow the Snack Encyclopedia, then great; if not, well, the encyclopedia must be wrong.
