AGN -Chapter 380 Has the Double Crab Bun Really Been Made?!

Qin Huai had absolutely not been bragging—he was 100% confident he could make the Double Crab Bun.

Because he knew he had already fully mastered this pastry. Whether it was the ingenious fusion of red-and-white culinary techniques, the high-difficulty seasoning, or the soul of the filling process—the thickening of the sauce—Qin Huai had already grasped them all.

The only issue now was pure technique. Qin Huai still had many skills that were not up to standard, such as wok cooking level, thickening technique, and the seasoning and handling of sea cucumber.

At this point, Qin Huai could be described as having fully achieved mastery in theory, lacking only technical training. In this regard, he was very similar to the “Xu Nuo” Shi Dadan had mentioned: Xu Nuo had A-rank cooking skill but S-rank culinary sense, while Qin Huai’s Double Crab Bun skills were roughly B+ in cooking ability, but A+ in culinary understanding.

With such awareness, and with teammates from the Double Crab Bun research squad who could make up for his technical shortcomings, Qin Huai was extremely confident in making it.

He immediately began stir-frying and mixing the filling—the most important step, the one that determined the soul of the Double Crab Bun.

Huang Anyao, who had been sent away by Gong Liang, finally reacted and came back, still carrying a bag of bananas. He stared at Gong Liang with a face full of accusation—his expression practically screaming: Uncle Gong, I trusted you so much, and you lied to me?

Furious and wronged, Huang Anyao returned to his post and once again blocked Gong Liang from entering the kitchen.

Huang Shengli, meanwhile, casually took a banana from his son, stood beside Qin Huai, and watched while eating, observing his movements carefully.

Although Qin Huai had not learned the Double Crab Bun for long, his movements were already quite skilled.

Stir-frying.

High-level heat control was already sufficient for ordinary white-case cooking. After all, in many small stir-fry shops nowadays, some decent chefs might only have advanced-level heat control.

But there were still differences within “advanced,” since the skill itself had as many as 100,000 proficiency points. Lin Zhuang’s heat control was undoubtedly better than Qin Huai’s, but whether Lin Zhuang had reached master level was debatable in Qin Huai’s opinion.

Qin Huai performed his standard, exaggerated, almost absurd-looking “Qin-style stir-frying.”

Not only Huang Shengli was watching him—almost everyone in the Huang Kitchen who had the right to stand idle was now watching Qin Huai.

Dong Shi, lacking seniority and being too talkative, was pushed to the very back because everyone found him noisy.

He muttered softly, “Is it my imagination, or has Qin Huai’s heat control improved a lot? Even though he still looks like he might fling the food out of the wok at any moment, why does it suddenly feel structured?”

“It even feels like some kind of secret technique.”

“Is this the legendary ‘there will always be great scholars to explain it for me’?”

No one responded to him. Everyone was focused on Qin Huai’s timing and movements.

The more absurd his movements looked, the more precise his timing actually was.

When to stir-fry, when to press down, when to toss the wok, when to adjust the heat—Qin Huai handled everything as if he were a veteran chef with over ten years of experience, completely familiar with every detail of the dish.

Aside from slightly exaggerated movements—and occasional moments where his intention was there but his hands couldn’t fully keep up—there were almost no flaws.

The same thought emerged in nearly everyone’s mind.

A complete transformation.

Even Wang Jun, who was usually the most taciturn and least interested in gossip—often silently starting and ending relationships without anyone noticing—couldn’t help but turn and ask Dong Shi: “Xiao Jiu, didn’t you say Qin Huai supposedly took a master?”

“Who exactly is that master?”

Dong Shi could only respond blankly, “I don’t know either.”

“I just heard he might have taken a master. I don’t understand how he was already ridiculous before taking one, and somehow even more ridiculous after taking one.”

“Does that make sense?”

If Qin Huai could hear Dong Shi’s confusion, he would definitely respond: it makes sense, brother, it really does.

Then he would pull out his phone and show him a secret recipe document, telling him that the truly unreasonable thing was right there.

Qin Huai felt he was performing normally today—not exceptionally, but not making any mistakes either. Just like when he worked at the Qin family breakfast shop, making buns every morning: it was simply his daily job. As long as he completed it, customers would be satisfied.

And Qin Huai had done exactly that. Now it was up to the customers.

After finishing the last bun fold, Qin Huai rotated his wrist and was about to look for the steamer when he turned and saw that several Huang Kitchen helpers had already started taking initiative.

Only the final step—steaming—remained. Even Qin Huai felt there was no need for him to personally handle it, so he simply reminded them: “Steam on high heat for 8 minutes first, then switch to low heat. Make sure to set the timer properly.”

Standing beside him, Huang Shengli watched the entire process without saying a word. After Qin Huai went to guard the steamer, he took out his phone and sent a message to Zheng Da.

Huang Shengli: Are you on your way?

Huang Shengli: If you haven’t left yet, no need to rush. Morning or afternoon doesn’t matter. Xiao Qin’s Double Crab Buns turned out very well—no guidance or help needed from you. He’s really made them.

Zheng Da replied almost instantly:

“?? I’m already at the entrance!”

The next second, Zheng Da rushed in, charging straight into the kitchen. Huang Anyao was stunned. Gong Liang took the chaos as an opportunity to try slipping past, but was immediately blocked again.

Zheng Da didn’t notice anything at the door. He burst into the kitchen and shouted in disbelief:

“Double Crab Buns really got made?!”

Twenty minutes later—

“Double Crab Buns really got made.”

Same scene, same people, same words—but a completely different tone.

Zheng Da was biting into a bun, feeling a renewed wave of sadness. Although he had already guessed this outcome yesterday, he still held onto a sliver of hope.

What if Qin Huai and the others hadn’t truly succeeded, and it was his moment to shine? His chance to save the day, restore his reputation, and earn everyone’s admiration?

Unfortunately, that chance never came.

Qin Huai and his team made a total of six steamers of buns—enough for every Huang Kitchen staff member to have two. To make up for the fact that they hadn’t had chicken noodle soup in the morning, Qin Huai directly distributed all the buns for everyone to eat. There would be no sales batch yet; that would come later.

The Double Crab Bun research team’s efficiency was quite high, and Qin Huai’s speed at making them was much faster than making Four Happiness Glutinous Rice Balls.

Gong Liang and Huang Anyao sat at the entrance, staring at each other while eating buns. To prevent Gong Liang from slipping inside, Huang Anyao kept a close watch even while eating.

Gong Liang realized that this unlucky kid, although easily fooled, had developed a strong “fraud reaction” after being tricked too many times.

Sigh—he regretted teasing him. Eating the bun, he felt a hint of guilt.

Qin Huai was also eating a bun. Seeing the two still blocking the entrance, he found it strange and walked over:

“What’s going on? Huang Anyao, why are you holding bananas?”

“Oh, those look good—I’ll take one.”

He hadn’t eaten enough in the morning, and after only two bites of buns, he was still hungry. Seeing the bananas, he naturally reached out, took one, and started eating.

Huang Anyao froze and turned to look at Gong Liang.

“So Uncle Gong didn’t lie to me… Qin Huai really wanted bananas.”

Qin Huai: ?

Gong Liang smiled faintly, looking as if this was nothing at all: “Anyao, you misunderstood your Uncle Gong. I may be in sales and like to speak nicely, but I never lie.”

Qin Huai quietly ate his banana, watching Gong Liang perform.

The next second, a system notification sounded in his mind:

“Ding. A new side quest has been detected. Please check your game panel.”

Oh?

Another side quest.

From the looks of it, it was most likely Gong Liang’s quest.

It seemed this trip to Suzhou had been quite rewarding—first Shi Dadan’s side quest, now Gong Liang’s.

Looks like he wouldn’t be returning to Shanshi in ten days after all.

Whether he could return in thirty days… was still uncertain.