Isn't this going a bit off-script? This is Zhiwei Restaurant, my territory. Isn't it my turn to have a realization?
Apparently, it wasn't Tan Wei'an's turn.
Qin Huai made a move.
He said to Tan Wei'an, "Has the butter melted? What about the flour? Help me bring the flour over."
Tan Wei'an: "…Oh, oh, oh."
How embarrassing, almost forgot he was here to lend a hand, not to watch Qin Huai have a big epiphany.
Qin Huai started kneading the dough.
Qin Huai had a lot of theoretical knowledge about kneading flaky pastry dough, and now he was going to put it into practice.
Qin Huai kneaded the dough very gently, knowing it takes skill to thoroughly knead butter into the dough without ruining it. He wasn't sure what skill exactly, just trying to mimic Master Zhou's technique, speed, and angle from memory.
He felt he was doing okay.
Self-assessment: pretty good, no major issues.
The butter was well integrated, no gluten. Bubbles were well controlled, neither too many nor absent.
