The arrival of everyone from Zhiwei Restaurant greatly enriched the breakfast variety at Huang Ji.
Early the next morning, when Qin Huai stepped into Huang's Kitchen, he was greeted by the aroma of various fragrant breakfasts.
He didn't even need to look; just one sniff and Qin Huai knew there must be lamb noodle soup, pan-fried buns, and Golden Thread Shaomai.
Alright, Golden Thread Shaomai wasn't detected just by smell; it was mainly because whenever Guli came, he would certainly make them. They're considered guaranteed snacks.
As soon as Qin Huai arrived, all the chefs from Zhiwei Restaurant gathered around.
"Good morning, Master Qin. This tea might be a bit cold; let me pour a fresh cup for you. What would you like to start with this morning? Soup dumplings, lamb noodle soup, beef rice rolls, sesame balls, or..."
"Master Qin, last time you said my red bean filling was too sweet; here are the red bean paste buns I made today. Would you like to try them?"
