Hardcore Chef Dad

Feng Yifan stood beside him, watching his wife, like a child learning to write for the first time, very earnestly pouring the milk from the small pot into the bottom of the egg tart that had already been spread with diced pulp.

Every time, Su Ruoxi was very careful, staring at the amount of milk poured seriously.

I will compare the appearance next to it to ensure that the amount of milk poured into each egg tart crust is basically in the same position.

That kind of staring, coupled with the very slow movements of the two hands, really looks like a serious baby.

And Su Jinrong, who was in a wheelchair, was also the first time she saw her daughter doing things so seriously.

Su Jinrong suddenly thought to himself: Did he make the same mistake as his father at the time, not letting his daughter study in the kitchen, was it a mistake?

At this moment, Su Ruoxi's serious and delicate actions made Su Jinrong feel that perhaps her daughter also has such a talent for cooking.

Finally, pouring all the egg tarts into the milk, Su Ruoxi breathed a sigh of relief and put down the small iron pot in her hand, feeling a little stiff in her arms, she shook her hands vigorously.

Seeing this scene, Feng Yifan held his wife's hands with both hands, and rubbed his wife's hands very gently.

I'll soak it in warm water for a while. It's the first time I do this, I'm sure I'll be a little uncomfortable.

Su Ruoxi originally wanted to withdraw her hand, but found that her husband was rubbing his palm and his knuckles. The gentle movements made her feel very comfortable, so she did not withdraw her hand.

After letting her husband knead for a while, Su Ruoxi looked at the egg tart infused with milk and said, Is this all right?

Feng Yifan shook his head and said, Of course not, it still needs to be baked. Of course, it needs a little processing for aesthetics.

Su Ruoxi pulled her hand back immediately, then pushed her husband and said, Then why don't you hurry up? Don't waste time, you can quickly prepare it and send it to your daughter.

Feng Yifan asked with a smile, Don't mother go to deliver it to her daughter in person today?

Su Ruoxi was stunned for a moment, and felt that she could indeed deliver it herself, not to mention today's egg tart, but she baked it herself for her daughter, and delivering it herself would definitely surprise her daughter.

But on second thought, Su Ruoxi felt that she couldn't deliver it herself. What if her daughter and children thought it was not delicious?

Su Ruoxi immediately shook her head and said, I'm not going to send it, you can send it to your daughter. It's true to tell your daughter that I made this for her today.

Feng Yifan asked strangely, Why?

Su Ruoxi said seriously: What if my daughter and the kindergarten children don't think it tastes good? Besides, this is what you want to do, and you ordered me to do it, so it's also your problem if it doesn't taste good, I won't give it to you. You take this responsibility.

What his wife said, Feng Yifan said that he couldn't laugh or cry, but he didn't expect that his wife's ability to throw the pot was really powerful.

Feng Yifan went on to say, What are you afraid of? If you make it exactly according to my recipe, there will definitely be no problem. Besides, my daughter knows that you made it by yourself, so she will definitely say it's delicious.

Su Ruoxi continued with a serious face: Yes, my daughter knows that I made it, and she will definitely say that it is delicious, so I don't know if it is really delicious, so I want you to deliver it and let my daughter tell her kindergarten children. truth.

Seeing his wife's unconfident appearance, Feng Yifan smiled and reassured: Don't worry, your daughter and children will definitely think you did a good job.

Su Ruoxi still insisted on letting Feng Yifan deliver it. Seeing that his wife was being arrogant, Feng Yifan had no choice but to nod in agreement.

Next, Feng Yifan took out some cherries from the refrigerator, carefully sliced ​​some cherries with a knife, and adorned the milk in the egg tarts.

In this way, this poured double-crust custard tart looks even more beautiful.

Su Ruoxi, who was standing beside her, looked at her eyes with light.

The final step is, of course, putting it in the oven to bake.

Feng Yifan put the baking tray in the oven, adjusted the temperature, and started to clean up the cooking table, tidy up all kinds of things, and the baking time was almost up.

The oven is turned on, and the cookies are sweet and fragrant in an instant, and the milky fragrance mixed with milk wafts out, filling the entire back kitchen.

In the cookie and milk aroma, there is also a hint of fruit aroma, which is really tempting when you smell it.

Su Ruoxi was even more uneasy at this time, worried that she was not doing well, so she kept paying close attention to the baking pan that her husband took out of the oven.

Putting the baking tray on the cooking table, Feng Yifan smiled and said, Very good, the finished product is perfect, it seems that my wife is still very talented.

When Su Ruoxi heard this, she hurried to the front of the baking tray, and when she looked down, she saw the browned egg tarts and the white and tender milk, adorned with a little red, it really looked really beautiful.

Seeing such success, Su Ruoxi felt a little proud in her heart, raised her chin to her husband and said, Hmph, now I know that you are not the only one who can do it.

As she said, Su Ruoxi stretched out her hand, intending to take out one to taste.

But Feng Yifan grabbed her hand and said with a serious face: Be careful, it's hot, I only said it yesterday, why don't you teach me a lesson? Put it here and eat it when it's cold.

Su Ruoxi then thought of a question: How do you send this to your daughter? Will it be crushed with our lunch box?

Feng Yifan nodded and said, Well, it is true that our ordinary lunch box will be crushed, but I have already prepared it, and I guarantee it will not be damaged.

With that said, Feng Yifan found a few boxes that were pressed into pieces of paper from some of the things he bought this morning.

After some shaping by his hands, the pieces of paper were turned into small paper boxes, each of which could fit about six egg tarts.

Su Ruoxi was a little surprised: So you have everything prepared?

Feng Yifan responded with a smile: Of course, isn't your husband very smart?

Su Ruoxi pouted, Don't be complacent.

Then, the egg tarts were placed on the cooking table to cool, while Feng Yifan continued to prepare various ingredients.

Restaurant preparation is a very important thing, such as soup stock and various fresh vegetables, which must be prepared in advance.

Whether the restaurant's back-of-the-house food can be efficient and high-quality depends on whether the preparation of the ingredients is sufficient in advance. As long as the preparations are sufficient, the cooking in the business can be guaranteed.

Su Ruoxi watched her husband busy and sniffed the fragrance of the egg tarts in the baking pan.

After staying for a while, Su Ruoxi finally couldn't stand it anymore. She pushed her father away from the back kitchen and said, It's getting late. You are busy in the back kitchen. I'll go to the front and open the door.

Feng Yifan came back to his senses while he was busy and replied, Oh, okay, can you be alone?

Su Ruoxi said seriously: Of course, you can do your kitchen work well.

Watching his wife push his father-in-law away, Feng Yifan also continued to work in the back kitchen. He needed to wash vegetables, pre-process some meat, and of course the most important thing was to boil several pots of soup.

All of these are things that a small restaurant like Su Ji needs to do every day. It may be tedious to repeat every day, but this is the daily life of a small restaurant.

For Feng Yifan, in such a busy world, he felt very comfortable, and it was more real than the life of the stars in his previous life.