Hardcore Chef Dad

It was already nine o'clock in the evening, at this time Suji was closed, and people on the old street were leaving one after another.

Tomorrow is Monday again, and it's time to go to work. Therefore, it is impossible for most people to play very late on the old street. Many people who had dinner at Suji went back one after another.

There was a suspension of business on Su Ji's door, but it didn't close directly as usual.

Feng Ruoruo was sitting on a chair in front of the door, looking out the door eagerly.

Everyone in the restaurant was already cleaning, and the grandma approached her little granddaughter and said, Ruoruo, you don't have to stay here, since Xixi said she would come, she will definitely come, we just open the door and wait for them.

Feng Ruoruo turned to look at grandma: But, what if I'm not waiting here, Xixi and the others think we're closed?

Lu Cuiling laughed: How could it be? Aren't we open the door? Besides, Xixi's father has already called and told his mother that they will definitely come, Ruoruo don't worry.

Although grandma said so, Feng Ruoruo was still unwilling to leave, sitting on a chair and waiting quietly.

Finally, the little girl sat on the chair, bent over, put her elbows on her legs, and waited for a long time with her little face in her hands.

Seeing outside the door, a familiar family of three came to the door.

Feng Ruoruo immediately jumped off the chair, and quickly ran to the door to meet her good friend Yang Xiaoxi.

Ah, Xixi, you are finally here. How can you play like this? We don't have any guests anymore, and Mom and Dad are already preparing to close the door.

Yang Xiaoxi and Feng Ruoruo held hands, then turned to look at his father and curled his lips and said, It's not all my father's fault. He wanted to write a manuscript at home, but it took him a long time.

When Yang Zhiyi heard his daughter's words, he quickly admitted his mistake: I'm sorry, it's my father's fault for delaying the meal time.

Su Ruoxi and her parents-in-law also came out to welcome her, and Su Jinrong also smiled and nodded to Yang Zhiyi and Li Fei'er.

When Lu Cuiling heard Yang Zhiyi's words, she immediately said, It's not good for you to eat like this. It's not like you eat alone, but your daughter also eats. It's not good for the child to eat so late.

Li Fei'er took it and said, That's right, did you hear what Aunt Lu said? Eating so late is not good for the child.

Yang Zhiyi responded helplessly: It's my fault, I didn't get the manuscript out in time.

Yang Xiaoxi immediately complained to Grandma Lu: Grandma Lu, my father didn't cook for lunch, so he finally let me eat instant noodles.

When Lu Cuiling heard the little girl's complaint, she immediately exclaimed: My God, do you actually let children eat instant noodles? Those instant noodles are unhealthy, and they all have additives in them, not like our Yifu noodles. There will be new ones every day.”

Yang Zhiyi was about to explain, but Lu Cuiling took the conversation away and continued: Also, those packets of instant noodles are also very unhealthy. It's okay for adults to eat once in a while, but how can children eat it? You give it back. You are incompetent as a father to eat children as food.

Yang Zhiyi was said to be completely speechless, and he also knew that he was wrong, so he didn't dare to argue.

It was Li Fei'er who stood up to help her husband and said a few words: Aunt Lu, don't be angry, I believe that Xixi's father will not do it in the future, this time we will forgive him first, and also, we must let him learn how to cook with Ruoruo's father. .”

Yang Zhiyi was very grateful for the first half of his wife's sentence, but at the end she said that she wanted to learn how to cook, which immediately made Yang Zhiyi wilt.

Just as Li Fei'er finished speaking, she heard another voice: Well, I heard it, you want to learn how to cook with me, right? Then choosing a day is worse than hitting the day. Just today, brother Yang, come into the kitchen with me.

Yang Zhiyi immediately asked with a sad face: How about...

Before he could say next time, he felt his wife's hand touching his waist, and felt his wife's two fingers want to move. Yang Zhiyi hurriedly had to agree.

Or, just this time.

Yang Xiaoxi was very happy when he heard that his father was willing to learn: That's great,

Dad, hurry up, you have to learn from Dad Feng, and cook it for me at home in the future.

Yang Zhiyi reluctantly smiled at his daughter and nodded: Okay, Dad must study hard.

Afterwards, Yang Zhiyi followed Feng Yifan into the back kitchen with a look of resignation.

After entering the back kitchen, Yang Zhiyi was a little surprised that the kitchen had already been cleaned. However, there are still all kinds of fresh ingredients on the cooking table.

Seeing Yang Zhiyi coming in, Lin Ruifeng also took the initiative to say hello: Brother Yang.

Yang Zhiyi nodded in response: Oh, hello.

Then, Yang Zhiyi was a little surprised and asked Feng Yifan: Father Ruoruo, have you guys just cleaned up?

Feng Yifan smiled and nodded: Well, usually at the end of business every day, the back kitchen has to be cleaned up. It is essential to ensure that the kitchen is clean and tidy.

Yang Zhiyi still said in disbelief: But aren't you a little too clean?

Lin Ruifeng interjected, Brother Yang, this is Su Ji's rule. The kitchen must be kept tidy and clean. These are habits passed down for many years, so Master will clean it carefully every day after business ends.

Yang Zhiyi went on to be a little strange: But, didn't you close your business at night and take Ruoruo out for a walk?

Feng Yifan asked back: Could it be that after a walk, can't we continue to clean?

Yang Zhiyi suddenly nodded: Oh, no wonder.

Feng Yifan didn't say anything more, he took a few steps forward to the cooking counter. Immediately began to introduce the various ingredients in front of Yang Zhiyi.

Today, dinner for your daughter, fresh shrimp, shredded pork, fresh vegetables, and some fruits.

Yang Zhiyi looked at the dazzling array of things in front of him, and immediately began to think about quitting.

Father Ruoruo, it doesn't need to be so troublesome. I think you can serve Xixi fried rice with a bowl of vegetable soup tonight. It should be fine. Her mother and I will each have a bowl of noodles.

Feng Yifan didn't talk too much at all: Stop talking nonsense, come and watch, I'll teach you a simple one first, stir-fried shredded pork.

Yang Zhiyi immediately said, Stir-fried shredded pork? I know how to do this.

Lin Ruifeng couldn't help laughing when he heard this.

Yang Zhiyi looked at Lin Ruifeng who was smiling, and said seriously: I really know this, why are you laughing?

Feng Yifan pointed to the tenderloin in front of him and said, That's fine, you can cut the pork first.

Yang Zhiyi was not ambiguous, and said with a serious face: Cut it, cut it. I want to show you that it is not you, Chef Feng, who can cook. I, Yang Zhiyi, can cook good dishes.

Next, Yang Zhiyi was really unambiguous, and took the apron Lin Ruifeng prepared for him. After washing his hands, he walked to Caidun with a serious face.

I have to say that Yang Zhiyi is wearing an apron and has a serious face, which really looks like that.

Before getting ready to start, Yang Zhiyi suddenly asked: Chef Feng, what kind of shredded pork are you planning to make? Green pepper shredded pork? Beijing sauce shredded pork? Or some other shredded pork?

Feng Yifan saw that Yang Zhiyi was speaking clearly and logically, and said with a smile: You can do whatever you want, just do what you are most familiar with.

Yang Zhiyi looked serious: Okay, then I will show you my hand today, my specialty dish, shredded pork with green peppers.

Hearing Yang Zhiyi's high spirits, Lin Ruifeng couldn't help being full of anticipation. He wanted to see if this usually unreliable father could make a dish of shredded pork with green peppers today?

But at the same time that Yang Zhiyi was doing it, Lin Ruifeng discovered that Feng Yifan was also doing it at the same time.

Looking at Feng Yifan's hand speed, Yang Zhiyi is naturally not the same.

Feng Yifan took the piece of meat, sliced ​​it quickly, and then changed the knife to cut it into very even shreds.

During the whole process, Feng Yifan only took about a minute. And Yang Zhiyi here even cut off two pieces of meat with uneven thickness.

Glancing at Feng Yifan next to him, Yang Zhiyi couldn't help but said: Chef Feng, you're doing something wrong, did you do it on purpose? I agreed to do it, and your speed is faster than mine.

Feng Yifan didn't stop what he was doing, and continued to add salt, pepper, a little egg white, some green onion ginger water and water starch to the shredded meat, quickly mixed the shredded meat evenly, and then sealed it with oil and put it on the side.

While doing this, Feng Yifan also responded to Yang Zhiyi: You do yours, I have to hurry up and do it here, otherwise Xixi will starve.

Then, I saw Feng Yifan's soaked fungus slices, as well as the soaked day lily with a knife, and shredded cucumbers.

Yang Zhiyi was a little dazed watching it, because Feng Yifan's speed was really too fast, and all the materials were fully prepared, and it only took a few minutes, and the preparations for frying had already begun.

After staring blankly for a while, Yang Zhiyi looked down at the piece of meat in his hand, it was really shameful.

Yang Zhiyi bit the bullet and asked curiously: Chef Feng, what kind of shredded pork do you want?

Feng Yifan replied with a smile: Mushu shredded pork.

At the same time as the answer, Feng Yifan had already sat on the pot, and first poured a lot of oil into the pot, and then when the oil temperature was about 50%, put the shredded pork into the pot first, and quickly spread the meat with a pair of chopsticks. Boil the silk and fry it.

Then pour out the oil and shredded meat, leaving a little base oil at the bottom of the pot, then pour in the beaten egg liquid, and quickly spread the egg liquid, turning into very tender flocculent frangipani.

Yang Zhiyi stood aside, staring dumbfounded, completely forgetting what he was doing.

Put the eggs out first, leaving a little base oil in the pot, and put the onion and ginger into the pot.

First, put in the shredded pork that has been slid over the oil. After some stir-fry, add fungus, day lily, and cucumber shreds again. The seasoning is very simple, salt, sugar, pepper, a little cooking wine, and stir-fry on high heat .

After stirring evenly, add the previous eggs. Finally, drizzle with sesame oil to finish serving.

The entire cooking process of such a dish, standing by Yang Zhiyi and watching it, felt that it would not take more than ten minutes.

Feng Yifan finished frying the shredded Mushu pork, turned to his apprentice and said, Ruifeng, serve this up first, and then bring two bowls of rice, let Xixi and her mother eat first.

Hearing this, Yang Zhiyi immediately put down the knife in his hand and said, Don't bother Xiao Lin, I'll just carry it out.

But before reaching out to pick it up, Yang Zhiyi was grabbed by Feng Yifan.

Brother Yang, you haven't fried the shredded pork yet? What are you going to do? The plate of Mushu shredded pork is for Xixi and her mother to eat outside. Let's continue.

Yang Zhiyi was caught, and he watched Lin Ruifeng fill up two bowls of rice and take out the vegetables and rice on a tray.

At this moment, Yang Zhiyi really felt like crying.

Chef Feng, I haven't eaten this evening, why don't you let me go out to eat a few bites first? I've eaten, so why don't I come in and continue to learn from you?

Feng Yifan responded with a smile: I'm sorry, I can't do it. You cook a plate of shredded pork yourself, and I'll let you go out to eat.

Yang Zhiyi was really about to cry, and could only beg for mercy: Chef Feng, I admit that my skills are not comparable to yours. I can't cut shredded pork well, so how can I fry shredded pork?

Feng Yifan didn't talk too much, but pulled him to the chopping board, and said seriously: Remember, if you haven't mastered my method of shredding meat, you can freeze the meat first.

With that said, Feng Yifan threw the sliced ​​meat aside, and took out another piece of meat from the kitchen freezer.

Freeze it a little bit so it starts to harden, and then it's easier to slice and shred.

Yang Zhiyi looked at Feng Yifan's slicing and found that it was really a bit simple.

Next, Feng Yifan handed him the knife: Come on, try it too. Everything is difficult at the beginning. You have to take the first step in many things. I'm not talking about you. As a father, it's right for you to give your daughter instant noodles. It should not be.

Hearing Feng Yifan's words, the mournful expression on Yang Zhiyi's face disappeared instantly.

He thought about it seriously, and it seemed that his father was indeed a little incompetent, and he didn't cook a good meal for his daughter all day.

Thinking of this, Yang Zhiyi's expression became serious again, he reached out to take Feng Yifan's knife, and followed Feng Yifan's example to shred the frozen piece of meat.

Lin Ruifeng brought out Mushu pork shreds and rice, and seeing Li Fei'er and Yang Xiaoxi's mother and daughter serving the dishes was also a little excited.

Yang Xiaoxi clapped her little hands and exclaimed, Wow, the dishes made by Father Feng are delicious.

Of course, before the little girl ate, she still thought of her father and asked curiously, Uncle Xiao Lin, where is my father?

Lin Ruifeng smiled and replied: Your father is still studying in the kitchen, and the master told you to eat first.

Yang Xiaoxi said happily: Okay, then Uncle Xiaolin, you have to let Dad study hard, and let Dad make this kind of dish for Xixi to eat when I go home later.

Feng Ruoruo has already started to urge at this time: Xixi, eat quickly, or it won't taste good if it gets cold.

When Yang Xiaoxi heard what her good friend said, she smiled and said, Okay, mom, let's eat.

Naturally, Li Fei'er started to eat dinner with her daughter.

As for the father in the back kitchen, in front of the delicious dishes, he has been selectively forgotten by the mother and daughter for the time being.

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