AGN -Chapter 136 It Flipped

Qin Huai had no idea what was happening outside.

When he saw Ou Yang arrive, he actually felt a bit relieved—it was perfect timing. Ou Yang could chat with Qu Jing and the others while he finished testing the big wok toss before clocking out.

The ingredients were quickly prepared.

The minced meat was ready-made. Diced mushrooms and bamboo shoots were freshly chopped, and carrots were already prepped in a large batch every noon. Zhao Rong believed mashed carrots were very healthy and had been eating carrot mash with rice every night.

Today, Qin Huai directly “borrowed” her carrot mash—so his hardworking mom could have something better for dinner.

He heated the wok and poured in the filling.

Fully focused, Qin Huai gripped the spatula and carefully stir-fried the mixture.

Unlike Zheng Siyuan, Qin Huai didn’t know how to toss a wok at all—and that wasn’t something you could learn in a few days. Zheng Siyuan hadn’t even recommended he try—it was way beyond his level.

Standing nearby, Zheng Siyuan watched Qin Huai’s clumsy yet earnest movements. There was a trace of sympathy in his eyes. He even regretted not teaching him basic tossing earlier.

If Qin Huai had known how difficult these techniques really were—if he had realized that not everything was like the apple-shaped guo’er, where he could just watch once and somehow get it—maybe he wouldn’t be attempting something so bold today.

And yet… watching him now, Zheng Siyuan couldn’t help but feel a faint sense of anticipation.

Damn it. Why did he keep expecting things from Qin Huai?

Soon, the filling in the wok reached the stage where a big toss was needed.

It was loose.

Most of the fat had already rendered out. The mixture was moist enough—no need for thickening—and technically suitable for a big toss.

Qin Huai felt nervous.

He waved the spatula slightly.

He knew—his time was running out.

The moment would pass in an instant.

No more hesitation.

He moved.

Gripping the wok handle tightly, he bent forward and gave his arm a sharp jerk.

Flip!

The filling… flew out of the wok.

Total failure.

Qin Huai turned off the heat, silently cleaned up the mess, and then gave his conclusion: “I didn’t expect it to be this hard. It looked difficult in the video, but doing it is even harder. How do they do it? It feels like they just move their hand, tilt the wok, and everything spins perfectly in the air. Not just backward—even sideways.”

Seeing that Qin Huai wasn’t discouraged at all, Zheng Siyuan once again thought—this is the beauty of unconventional learning.

“So what about what’s left in the wok?” Zheng Siyuan asked.

The remaining filling, if slowly cooked again, would definitely turn into another failed batch. Qin Huai had hesitated too long earlier, overcooking it—simply put, it had dried out.

Making a whole batch of guo’er with this filling would be pointless.

“The rest?” Qin Huai glanced outside. Ou Yang was still there, chatting—clearly planning to stay until dinner.

“I’ll make some Dream-fulfilling Flatbread and let Ou Yang stuff it with filling,” Qin Huai said. “It’s all meat filling anyway—close enough. Luo Luo should be back in half an hour too. I’ll make extra—whatever Ou Yang doesn’t finish, Luo Luo can eat.”

Zheng Siyuan felt Qin Luo’s treatment fluctuated wildly—sometimes Qin Huai cooked especially for her, other times he handed her all the failed dishes.

Their sibling relationship was truly unpredictable.

As for making the flatbread, Qin Huai was skilled. Back when he practiced heat control with a small stove, half the time he was baking flatbreads.

And after all the dough he’d handled recently, kneading flatbread dough now was effortless.

Half an hour later, hot, sesame-sprinkled hollow flatbreads came out of the oven.

Qin Huai also reheated the filling so it wouldn’t be cold.

Outside, Ou Yang was already hungry.

Normally, as long as he entered the cafeteria, he had to eat something—even if it was just a simple sponge cake.

But today, Chen Huihong told him Qin Huai might be making something new, so he resisted the temptation of the available guo’er and waited on an empty stomach.

Waiting wasn’t so bad—there was conversation.

Although one of the people chatting had recently roasted him mercilessly (Luo Jun), another was his superior (Qu Jing), and the only “normal” one was someone he wasn’t familiar with (also Qu Jing), Ou Yang felt it was manageable.

After all, they were all regulars with special access to the cafeteria—basically family.

But the problem was… Qu Jing and Chen Huihong were eating guo’er.

Chen Huihong ate quickly, especially when she didn’t like something.

Qu Jing was the opposite—she ate slowly, and even slower when she didn’t enjoy the food.

And the guo’er had just come out of the steamer.

Regardless of today’s failures, it was still a fragrant meat-filled pastry.

The aroma was irresistible.

Qu Jing sat beside Ou Yang, nibbling slowly, making him crave it so badly he almost rushed to the counter.

What? You say they’re sold out?

Impossible.

Based on Qin Huai’s habits, there was definitely a reserved portion for Qin Luo—he could just take hers.

But for the unknown “new dessert,” Ou Yang held back.

Nearby, Chen Huihong was introducing the neighborhood to Qu Jing.

“There’s a great fresh market nearby. I don’t know about vegetables or meat—I don’t cook—but the fruits are amazing. Big, sweet, and fresh. Luo Jun buys all his fruit there. Tomorrow, go to his place and try some—you’ll see.”

Luo Jun sneered, “Why not go to your place instead?”

“Well, all my fruit came from your place these past two days,” Chen Huihong said candidly. “After the tea meeting yesterday, Xiao Qin and I liked them, so we each took two bags.”

“Two bags?” Qin Huai walked out with flatbread and filling. “I didn’t take that much—I only took a box of blueberries, three bananas, two pears, nine kiwis, and a box of durian.”

“I don’t eat much fruit—it’s for Luo Luo.”

“Same, I took it for Huihui,” Chen Huihong added.

Luo Jun: …

Sometimes, he really wanted to yell at these two.

“This is… flatbread?” Qu Jing looked at the plate. “Meat-filled flatbread?”

“Dream-fulfilling flatbread!” Ou Yang’s eyes lit up. “Finally! Qin Huai, I’ve missed this so much!”

“You said the same thing last time I made elm bark buns, and before that green bean cakes, and almond tofu twenty-one days ago.”

“Hehe.” Ou Yang grinned. “Well… you don’t make these often.”

He grabbed a flatbread, stuffed it full of meat, and took a big bite, eating happily.

Luo Jun cautiously only ate the bread.

Chen Huihong was curious and tried one like Ou Yang.

Qu Jing, already full from guo’er, didn’t eat.

“Delicious!” Ou Yang finally said after finishing one. “Same great taste—fragrant!”

Qin Huai felt Ou Yang’s taste buds were beyond saving.

Still, this version was probably better than before. Last time, Qin Huai’s heat control had been basic, and the filling wasn’t great.

“I feel like this filling tastes familiar…” Chen Huihong said thoughtfully. “Ou Yang, don’t you think—”

“Qin Huai, Mr. Luo, Sister Hong—are you free tomorrow at noon?” Qu Jing suddenly asked.

Chen Huihong immediately nodded. “Of course!”

“I’d like to treat you to a meal,” Qu Jing said. “I heard that when you move, you should invite friends over. Even though it’s a rented place, it still counts.”

“I had Director Qu with me last time, but this time… I hope you don’t mind…”

“Of course not! A housewarming meal is a must!” Chen Huihong answered quickly, afraid she might change her mind.

“You can cook?” Qin Huai asked, surprised.

Qu Jing didn’t look like someone who cooked—more like someone who lived on salad and dry bread.

“I helped out at the welfare home when I was young. I can manage simple home-style dishes,” she said shyly.

“I hope you’ll come tomorrow.”

“Definitely.”