The buns are topped with a little crab roe, making them look incredibly appetizing.
The skin of the soup dumpling is different from that of a regular steamed bun; it is more like a dumpling skin, with a semi-transparent texture that is very crystal clear. You can also see the bright yellow crab roe inside and the flowing soup. Because of his movements, the soup inside is constantly shaking.
Then it is carefully placed on a paper tray and handed to the diner.
The delicate soup dumpling was handled by Lin Zhou with clean, efficient movements, showing no gentleness whatsoever, yet it didn't break at all.
When it got to my hands, I accidentally poked it with the chopsticks and it broke!
It's astonishing how thin the skin is; it breaks with the slightest touch.
Before you can even taste the rich broth, it overflows. It's a golden broth with wisps of crab oil floating on top, so fragrant that you can't look away.
Luckily, there was a foil tray, otherwise such delicious soup would have spilled out and been wasted.
Since the tin foil tray is already punctured, there's no need to be particular about how to eat it. Just hold it in the foil tray and savor the soup slowly, like drinking tea.
"Wow! So fresh!"
The broth is incredibly delicious, pure and fresh, as if it contains all the essence of the crab roe soup dumpling.
This freshness isn't the fishy kind; it comes from the natural flavor of the ingredients themselves, making people want to exclaim in admiration.
......
Meanwhile, at Zhang Jianjun's home.
Seeing that her son had promised to come back for dinner that night, but he still hadn't returned by 8 p.m., she couldn't help but look a little unhappy and resentful.
If I had known that this brat was working overtime again and wouldn't be back on time, I should have gone to set up the stall with Lin Zhou. He would probably be eating steamed buns by now!
It's nothing like wasting time waiting around like this.
"Mr. Zhang, would you like the food reheated?"
The chef came out and saw the dishes had gone cold, and asked considerately.
"Let's wait and see, we don't know when we'll be back."
Zhang Jianjun waved his hand, then walked to the sofa and sat down.
He glanced at the time, and his expression worsened.
When Zhang Mingyuan returned, he was met with his father's cold gaze.
"Dad, I'm sorry, I had a last-minute meeting and I'll be back late."
"Oh, Mr. Zhang is a very busy man. He doesn't have time to have dinner with an old man like me. If you have work, just let me know. If you're not coming back, that's fine. I'm too lazy to wait for you at home for dinner."
Upon entering the house, I was greeted by Zhang Mingyuan's sarcastic remarks: ...
What's wrong with his dad?
Is it because he was busy this week and couldn't come back to be with her that she got angry?
Sigh, he already makes time to come back and spend one day a week with her, so why is she still so easily angered?
Could it be that she's going through menopause?
At over sixty years old, it's time to start menopause.
The reason I was emotionally stable before was probably because I hadn't retired yet, I had a job, and I was just passing the time without having the energy to do anything else.
Now that I've retired from the company, my temper has become unstable.
"Dad, I'll come back earlier next time."
Zhang Jianjun sighed helplessly and coaxed softly.
The housekeeper, Sister Wang, along with the nanny and chef, were very perceptive and immediately prepared a fresh dinner.
"Master, young master, dinner is ready."
Upon hearing this address, Zhang Mingyuan opened his mouth, but couldn't help but inwardly complain.
I've told Sister Wang so many times, calling him "General Manager Zhang" doesn't make it clear, calling him "Mr. Mingyuan" is fine too!
I don't know which TV series I watched, but they always called him "Master" or "Young Master," which made him feel ashamed every time he came back and heard those titles.
But Sister Wang had worked for the Zhang family for many years, so it was too much of a fuss to make a fuss about such a small matter as addressing her. Zhang Mingyuan had no choice but to move out and only come back once a week.
Otherwise, staying at home and being forced to play the role of a master or young master every day is unbearable!
At the dinner table, Zhang Mingyuan noticed that his father seemed to have little appetite and looked at him with a puzzled expression.
What's going on?
I usually eat at least two bowls of rice per meal, why don't I have any appetite today?
"Dad, is something on your mind?"
Zhang Mingyuan felt that he still needed to pay attention to his father's mental health.
Don't suddenly retire and have nothing to do, or you'll give people the feeling of boredom and depression.
"fine."
Zhang Jianjun glanced at the time again.
Judging by this time, Lin Zhou was afraid that the stall would be packed up and back by now.
There are no steamed buns to eat today.
I was immediately disappointed.
I should have gone to the steamed bun stall with Lin Zhou first instead of waiting for my son to come back.
I wonder what the crab meat buns taste like today. Lin Zhou said they're made with fresh small crabs, so they must be very fresh.
"Chef Li, I want to eat crab roe buns tomorrow morning."
"By the way, we won't eat semi-finished products!"
Upon thinking of crab roe buns, Zhang Jianjun immediately shouted towards the kitchen.
Chef Li immediately ran out upon hearing this.
"Yes, sir."
Zhang Jianjun: ......
At this moment, both father and son had mixed feelings about Sister Wang's unique hobby of acting.
When Sister Wang wasn't around, the other people in the villa addressed each other normally.
As soon as Sister Wang returned, her powerful assimilation ability immediately led everyone else astray.
"Sir, is there anything you would like to eat?"
"Let's make two other flavors of steamed buns."
Ever since Zhang Jianjun ate the steamed buns made by Lin Zhou, he has lost his appetite for other dishes.
In my mind, I always think about the taste of delicious steamed buns.
Those soft and springy buns, with their fresh and delicious fillings, are truly a delicacy!
Why do you suddenly want to eat steamed buns?
Zhang Mingyuan was a little confused.
Did something happen that he hasn't come back this week?
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