Hardcore Chef Dad

When Feng Ruoruo saw that her father had changed into a chef's uniform, the little girl immediately became unhappy, and shouted that she wanted it too: Dad, there is also Ruoruo, you have changed into clothes, and Ruoruo wants it too.

Hearing his daughter's protest, Feng Yifan glanced at his daughter, smiled and said, Okay, change Ruoruo's body too.

However, the back kitchen doesn’t have children’s clothes, so Feng Yifan could only find out the apron and sleeves, folded the apron many times, and then wrapped it around his daughter. The sleeves were also worn almost directly to the daughter’s shoulders and turned into two sleeves. .

In the end, in order to fulfill her daughter's desire to be a chef, there was a large sheet of white paper that folded a chef's hat for her.

After father's dressing up like this, little Feng Ruoruo really looks good, like a master chef in the back kitchen.

Of course, the only fly in the ointment may be that this little master is wearing a pair of fluffy rabbit head slippers on his feet. After wearing an apron around the waist, the fluffy rabbit's head is even more prominent.

These are minor flaws that can be ignored.

Feng Ruoruo's face is full of excitement now, and he can't wait to show off his skills with his father.

Feng Yifan first took out the things prepared last night, first put the chicken soup on the stove to simmer, and then took out the flour to prepare the dough.

Watching Dad dig out bowls of flour and pour them into a large metal basin, but the metal basin was placed on the cooking table, Feng Ruoruo said anxiously, Dad, Ruoruo can't see you like this.

Feng Yifan glanced at the daughter beside him, thought for a while and ran to the front of the restaurant, brought a chair, and carried his daughter to the chair.

Okay, you can see it when you stand here, but don't move around, be careful of falling.

Standing on the chair, Feng Ruoruo was finally almost as tall as her father, and could see everything on the cooking table at a glance, which was very interesting for the little girl.

Seeing his father adding water to the noodles, Feng Ruoruo immediately started to feel a little eager to try.

Dad, Dad, let Ruoruo try it too.

In fact, many children find it hard to resist playing with noodles. Feng Yifan said with a smile, Don't worry, wait for Dad to mix the flour into a ball, and then I'll try it for you.

Feng Ruoruo was more anxious for the next time, because he could only watch his father working hard by himself.

Seeing Dad adding another piece of dough to half of the flour, Feng Ruoruo asked strangely, Dad, why did you add that dough to this?

Feng Yifan explained to his daughter while kneading the dough with his hands: This is called miantou, which is used to leaven the dough. Adding it can make the dough very soft, and then the steamed buns and buns will be very soft. .”

After adding water and stirring the flour, and then kneading by Feng Yifan for a while, it slowly turns from a flocculent to a dough, which must be light in the pot and light in the hand.

Taking out the dough and putting it on the chopping board sprinkled with dry flour, Feng Yifan began to knead for the next step, kneading back and forth continuously like rubbing clothes on a washboard, until finally it became a smooth dough.

Feng Ruoruo, who was standing on the chair, watched his father knead the dough again and again, and found it very interesting. He wanted to reach out and touch the dough several times.

Seeing his daughter's appearance, Feng Yifan was still in the process of kneading, grabbed a piece of dough and handed it to his daughter to play with.

With the small dough in his hand, Feng Ruoruo bent down, imitating his father, and kept kneading the small dough in his hands.

While the father and daughter were kneading the dough together, there was a knock on the door of Su Ji's back kitchen leading to the alley behind.

Feng Yifan first kneaded the dough in his hands into a ball, and told his daughter: If you don't move around, you must be careful and stand up. Dad will go and see who it is.

Then, Feng Yifan turned around and walked to the back door and asked, Who is it?

The people outside the door quickly responded: Master,

It's me, Lin Ruifeng.

When Feng Yifan heard the answer, he stretched out his hand and opened the back door, allowing Lin Ruifeng who was carrying a small iron pot outside the door to enter.

When Feng Ruoruo heard the door opening behind her, she twisted her body and looked towards the door. When she saw Lin Ruifeng coming in, the little girl smiled and said hello: Good morning, Uncle Xiao Lin.

Lin Ruifeng raised his head and saw Feng Ruoruo's smiling face, a smile also appeared on his face, and he said hello to Feng Ruoruo with a smile: Good morning, Ruoruo.

After saying hello to Feng Ruoruo, Lin Ruifeng saw the flour and dough on the cooking table and saw Master kneading the dough there, and couldn't help but ask, Master, are you going to make pasta this morning?

While continuing to knead the dough, Feng Yifan responded: Yes, today I plan to make buns for everyone's breakfast.

Lin Ruifeng didn't say much, but stood aside and watched Feng Yifan kneading the noodles. It was a feeling of enjoyment to watch the master cook, even just kneading the noodles.

Basically, knead the dough evenly and softly, and finally knead it into a smooth dough, put it back into the basin, cover it with plastic wrap and let it rise.

Feng Ruoruo, who was next to him, saw his father's movement, lifted up the little dough in his hand and said, Dad, there are still Ruoruo's.

Feng Yifan saw his daughter holding up the small dough with a small hand, and responded with a smile: Okay, Dad will find a small bowl for Ruoruo, and put Ruoruo's dough in it to proof.

As he said that, Feng Yifan went to find a small bowl, asked his daughter to put the dough into the small bowl, and helped his daughter seal it with plastic wrap.

After Lin Ruifeng entered, he stood aside and watched. Seeing the interesting interaction between the father and daughter, the corners of his mouth will rise unconsciously. He really feels that this scene is very heartwarming, and the father and daughter are full of warmth.

Put the dough in a basin to proof, and Feng Yifan started to prepare the stuffing for the buns.

At this time, I also did not forget to greet my little apprentice Lin Ruifeng: Little Lin, don't stand there, pour out the soy milk you brought, and I will teach you how to cook miscellaneous soy milk later.

Lin Ruifeng woke up from watching the warm interaction between the master and his daughter, and quickly responded to the master's request and poured out the soy milk he brought.

Feng Yifan took the chicken out of the chicken soup on the stove, put it in ice water to take a shower, and disassembled the chicken. Pork, fresh bamboo shoots and green vegetables, ham, and finally white sugar and red beans.

Seeing so many stuffing ingredients, Lin Ruifeng asked in surprise: Master, what kind of buns are you going to make? Why do you need so many ingredients?

Feng Yifan replied with a smile: Pork, chicken, diced bamboo shoots, these are three diced buns.

Pointing to the green vegetables, he said, I'm going to make emerald siu mai for the leaves. The stems can't be wasted. They can be wrapped in cabbage, and I also want to make a bean paste bun for my little Ruoruo.

When Feng Ruoruo heard that her father was making bean paste buns, the little girl clapped her hands happily: I want to eat bean paste buns, Ruoruo likes bean paste buns the most.

Standing aside, Lin Ruifeng was stunned. He never expected that Master would cook so many kinds of food for breakfast.

When Feng Yifan was talking, the movements of his hands didn't stop. Seeing the stunned look on his apprentice's face, he explained with a smile, These things used to be a must-have item for our morning tea, but now that the pace of life is fast, young people may not have time to eat like this.

Lin Ruifeng nodded, and stood aside humbly, watching Feng Yifan's every movement seriously.

As for little Feng Ruoruo, when she was by her father's side, from time to time, under her father's guidance, she would add some condiments for her father, or bring something for her father. The little girl was very happy doing these little things.