Hardcore Chef Dad

Su Ji's back kitchen, Feng Yifan, who had already prepared most of the ingredients, once again opened the big iron bucket in which the front elbow was boiled. At this time, the smell in the bucket was even more intense. The smell of oil and collagen was simply mouth-watering. .

Gently move with a large iron spoon, observe the texture and color of the meat in the pot, and make sure that there is no problem and cover the lid.

Next is the last period of cooking, which still needs to be simmered slowly to cook the flavors thoroughly into the meat.

Feng Yifan walked to the cooking table, reached out and touched the temperature of the baking tray containing the egg tarts, and made sure that the temperature had dropped, so he walked out of the back kitchen with the baking tray in hand.

The door of the restaurant has been opened, and Su Ruoxi has finished tidying up the restaurant and is sitting at the cash register sorting out the accounts.

Hearing the sound, Su Ruoxi raised her head and saw her husband who came out with the baking tray, and stood up a little excitedly.

Seeing his wife stand up, Feng Yifan smiled and said: Okay, come and taste your own craftsmanship, if you are satisfied, we will pack it up, and wait for the meat to come out of the pot later, I will press the meat, and then I can give it to my daughter sent.

Su Ruoxi walked out of the cash register and came to a table next to her father's wheelchair, staring at her husband as he put down the baking tray.

There are egg tarts neatly placed in the baking pan, with a golden base, white and tender double-skin milk, and a small red flower adorning it.

Seeing that his wife was staring, but he didn't reach out to eat, Feng Yifan smiled and picked up one, took his wife's hand, and put it in his wife's palm.

Come on, try it.

Su Ruoxi felt a little excited and apprehensive. This was the first time she made food by herself. Although the process was not very complicated and there were not many mistakes, she was still a little worried.

Under her husband's encouraging gaze, Su Ruoxi took a deep breath, reached out and gently picked one up and slowly put it to her mouth.

He opened his mouth and took a small bite with the double skin milk inside. Su Ruoxi's slightly wrinkled brows gradually relaxed.

The crispy and sweet cookie tart skin is matched with the milky fragrance of the double-skin milk inside, as well as the sweetness of the fruit, and the fragrance after baking. It is really delicious.

Su Ruoxi looked at her husband in surprise, she couldn't believe it, this was a dessert she made by herself.

Looking at his wife's surprised look, Feng Yifan brought one with a smile: Isn't it delicious? How is it? Your husband's recipe and instructions are fine, right?

Su Ruoxi nodded first, and then said, This is what I did well. I succeeded once, which shows that I can also make dim sum.

As the wife spoke, she raised her chin a little arrogantly.

Feng Yifan looked at this moment with a light in his eyes, exuding a confident wife, and felt that his wife was really beautiful at this moment.

Then, Feng Yifan held a small spoon and came to his father-in-law with the egg tart in his hand. He squatted down and scooped out some of the double-skin milk filling with a small spoon. He smiled and said to his father-in-law, Try it?

Su Jinrong was stunned for a moment, and then he still tried his best to open his mouth and let Feng Yifan put the small spoon in his mouth.

Because Feng Yifan didn't scoop the diced pulp inside, but only a small spoonful of double-skin milk, the entrance was just a slight sip of his tongue, and the flavor of the milk diffused in the mouth, and then flowed into the esophagus like water.

Su Ruoxi was a little nervous when she saw her husband feeding her father, she even held the egg tart in her hand and carefully gnawed the skin.

Not long after taking this small sip, Su Jinrong slowly burst into a smile, looked at his nervous daughter, and said with effort, Very good, eat.

Su Ruoxi was very excited when she got a simple three-word evaluation from her father. Tears came out of her eyes almost instantly and flowed down her cheeks.

Seeing his wife's tears, Feng Yifan could probably still understand the complicated feelings of his wife at this moment.

Perhaps for Su Ruoxi, this is the first time she has received a compliment from her father in the field that her family has been good at for generations.

Feng Yifan stood up slowly, put down the egg tart and spoon in his hand, walked to his wife, stretched out his hand to gently wipe the tears from his face, and said softly, Why are you crying? Dad said it was delicious. It shows you did a great job.

Wiped away her tears by her husband, Su Ruoxi woke up and quickly turned around to avoid her husband's continuing hand.

Su Ruoxi quickly wiped away her tears with her back to her husband. She turned her face again and found that her emotions had calmed down. She bypassed her husband and came to her father.

Su Jinrong raised his head and looked at his daughter. Seeing the firmness in her daughter's eyes, a similar scene appeared in front of her eyes.

Years ago, the younger sister, who felt that she had succeeded in stealing her teacher, challenged the rules passed down by her father and Su Ji with a very confident attitude. At that time, my sister's eyes were also full of firmness, a kind of momentum that wanted to break the tradition.

Thinking back on it now, Su Jinrong couldn't help but think in his heart: Back then, if father and sister could be more forgiving of each other, would the ending be different?

Thinking of this, Su Jinrong looked past her daughter and looked at her son-in-law standing behind her.

Su Jinrong realized that his son-in-law's return this time was using his different attitude towards life to subtly change the family, and even some of his own concepts of doing things were also affected, and many changes took place.

Su Jinrong retracted his gaze, looked at his daughter who was standing in front of him with firm eyes, and nodded: Okay, well, do it.

With her father's approval, Su Ruoxi was very, very satisfied, with a smile on her face: Well, I will definitely do it well, thank you Dad.

Then Su Ruoxi patted her husband again and said, Next time you have to teach me some other desserts. They should be beautiful and delicious, but not too difficult.

Feng Yifan looked at his wife's excited expression, smiled and nodded: Okay, I'll teach you tomorrow.

Then Feng Yifan remembered the meat on the kitchen stove, glanced at the clock on the wall of the restaurant, and said to his wife, Come and pack for your daughter, don't steal too much, I'll get the meat out later.

Su Ruoxi took the small square box packed in her husband's hand: how could I steal it, you go and do your job, I'll pack it for you, and you'll send it to your daughter later.

Hearing that his wife still asked himself to deliver it, Feng Yifan asked strangely, Isn't it delicious after tasting it? Wouldn't it be good for you to deliver it to your daughter?

Su Ruoxi said seriously: We have all agreed that you should send it. Don't tell my daughter that I did it. I have to listen to the real feedback from my daughter and the children, so that it will be more fair.

His wife insisted so stubbornly that Feng Yifan had no choice but to nod and agree: Okay, then wait for me to put the meat on it.

Su Ruoxi also glanced at the clock on the wall, determined the time, and said, Well, no problem, it's too late.

Feng Yifan walked to the back kitchen. At this moment, the back kitchen was already filled with a strong aroma of meat, even with the lid on.

And when the lid of the pot was lifted, the aroma of the oil and spices boiled out instantly, accompanied by water vapor, spurting out of the iron bucket, as if a thick aroma bomb exploded in front of him.

Feng Yifan quickly turned off the fire and brought down the iron bucket, and then used a tool to fish out the meat in the bucket.

Take a large and deep iron plate, put pieces of boiled meat into the iron plate, and carefully spread the meat.

For some places that are not very flat, you need to use a knife to change the knife to fill in the thick and thin places.

After it is flattened, the stewed meat broth is poured into it, and finally another iron plate is pressed on it.

The whole thing is put on the iron rack in the corner of the back kitchen smoothly, and a heavy object should be pressed on the iron plate above to ensure that the meat below is pressed tightly enough.

In this way, a large plate of crystal meat is initially completed, and the rest is to let the meat cool down naturally after a certain period of time. After the stewed soup condenses into meat jelly, the crystal meat is considered a success.

Feng Yifan tidied up the kitchen again, filtered the remaining brine at the bottom of the barrel, heated it again, and poured it into the pottery pot containing the old brine.

After finishing the finishing and cleaning, Feng Yifan changed his clothes and walked out of the back kitchen, ready to deliver double-skin egg tarts to his daughter.