Hardcore Chef Dad

Dice pork, chicken, and fresh bamboo shoots, and make sure that the diced pork is slightly larger than the diced chicken, and the diced chicken is slightly larger than the diced bamboo shoots.

Then it is stir-fried in the pot. It is also first stir-fried the diced pork, then the diced chicken, and finally the diced bamboo shoots. After seasoning, the juice is collected. It is really fragrant.

Just watching Feng Yifan stir-fry the stuffing already made Lin Ruifeng salivate.

Next, Feng Yifan processed the vegetables, cutting the leaves and stems.

The vegetable leaves should be boiled in boiling water, and a little alkali should be added. The boiled vegetable leaves should be rinsed with cold water, then drained and chopped into colorful mud, and the excess water should be squeezed out, and then mixed with steamed glutinous rice to season and mix well.

Cut the ham into small cubes for later use.

While doing this, the red beans are also steamed with white sugar, and finally crushed in a blender to make homemade bean paste.

The finished red bean paste was equally fragrant, and Feng Ruoruo couldn't help it when she watched from the sidelines, she gently tugged at her father's clothes, and said softly to her father, Dad, give Ruoruo a taste.

Seeing his daughter avoiding Lin Ruifeng's gaze and telling himself very carefully and softly, Feng Yifan also immediately laughed.

Next, Feng Yifan quietly used a small spoon to make some red bean paste for his daughter to taste.

What do you think of Ruoruo? Is it sweet? Do you need to add more sugar?

After Feng Ruoruo tasted it, she felt that the rustle was very delicious, and said with a smile: It's delicious, don't add sugar.

Feng Yifan nodded and said, Okay, then we are basically ready and can start.

Of course, this is only preliminary preparations, and more things need to be done next. In addition, miscellaneous soy milk needs to be cooked, and Feng Yifan is almost alone in the whole process.

Of course, when cooking soy milk, Feng Yifan prepared all kinds of ingredients, and also instructed Lin Ruifeng to try it.

If you want to save trouble for this kind of miscellaneous soy milk, the easiest way is to get a machine with the function of breaking the wall to make it. It's a fool's operation, and the broken body can be boiled with one button, which can save your own body. Foam, these tedious processes.”

Lin Ruifeng asked strangely after hearing this: Master, can we use those new things for our traditional snacks?

Feng Yifan smiled: Why are you more traditional than me? Let's not stick to formalities. The development and progress of many modern technologies can reduce our many cumbersome processes. Why can't we use them?

Lin Ruifeng suddenly felt that it made sense, nodded and said, Yes, good master, I understand.

Lin Ruifeng was asked to cook the soy milk, while Feng Yifan started preparing to make siu mai and steamed buns.

Because it takes some time to raise the noodles, he first made siu mai.

Knead the dough again, this time, add the water from the vegetable leaves squeezed out before, and dye the dough into turquoise.

Seeing that the dough turned green, Feng Ruoruo immediately clapped his hands and applauded: Ah, it's so beautiful, it's so green.

Now that Feng Yifan has reconciled, he naturally wants to play with his daughter a little bit.

Then he took out a small rolling pin and began to roll the siu mai skin.

Standing aside, Lin Ruifeng watched, Feng Yifan seemed to grab the noodles randomly, but they were almost all the same size, and then they were rolled into very thin dough by his small rolling pin.

After rolling out the dough, Feng Yifan picked up a dough that was smaller than a palm, and put the mixed filling into it.

Then I saw Feng Yifan holding it lightly with the palm of his hand little by little, and finally took out the shape of siu mai, put it on the chopping board to shape it slightly, and then decorated it with small diced ham.

In this way, a small siu mai is as beautiful as a small turquoise vase.

When Feng Ruoruo saw his father making it, he couldn't help but take a closer look.

After looking at it for a long time, he said, Dad, this is so beautiful.

Then, the little girl followed suit, and even wanted to do it herself, but the deviation was relatively large.

Oh, Dad, Ruoruo can't do this well.

Feng Yifan smiled and comforted his daughter: It's okay, Ruoruo is still young, and when she grows up, she will definitely do better. It's great now.

Encouraged by her father, the little girl felt very happy, and then continued to knead the dough in her hands.

It really made the little girl make a similar shape to the siu mai made by her father, Feng Ruoruo excitedly shouted, Look, Dad, Ruoruo made it too, very similar to Dad's.

Feng Yifan glanced at it and naturally praised: Baby Ruoruo is awesome, very powerful.

The little girl also showed it to Uncle Xiao Lin who was cooking miscellaneous soy milk: Uncle Xiao Lin, look quickly, Ruoruo made it, isn't it the same as Dad?

Lin Ruifeng responded with a smile: Wow, Ruoruo is really good, and she learned it so quickly.

Feng Yifan's hands are very fast, especially when he regained the feeling of making siu mai, he made it very quickly later on, he wrapped two baskets in a blink of an eye, and steamed the two baskets immediately.

When the siu mai was steamed, the dough was almost proofed, so Feng Yifan took the dough out of the basin again.

After proofing, the dough becomes more fluffy and soft, and it suddenly becomes a lot bigger.

When Feng Ruoruo saw it, she immediately exclaimed, Mianmian has grown so big.

Feng Yifan smiled and brought over his daughter's small bowl, but Feng Ruoruo's dough grew too big, and it exceeded the small bowl, which made the little girl's eyes widen in disbelief.

After letting his daughter digest the surprise for a while, Feng Yifan taught her what to do next.

Ruo Ruo, take good care of your father. You have to knead the dough like your father, and let all the air out of it, so that you can start making skins to make buns.

Feng Ruoruo is young and has small hands, but she still tries to imitate her father. But the proofed dough was very sticky, and soon the little girl had it all over her hands.

Feng Ruoruo vigorously shook the sticky surface on his hands, and shouted, Dad, help Ruoruo quickly, this won't even come off.

Seeing her daughter's appearance, Feng Yifan taught her daughter patiently: Like this, add a little flour, and then you knead it hard like this, and slowly you will see that there will be nothing on your hands.

Under the guidance of her father, Feng Ruoruo kneaded the sticky dough back into the dough.

Hee hee hee, Dad is amazing.

Because it took some time to teach his daughter, the siu mai on the pot had already been steamed, so Feng Yifan simply took the siu mai down first, and then started making buns and putting them in the steamer.

While Lin Ruifeng looked at Feng Yifan making the buns, he was a little surprised because Feng Yifan didn't use a rolling pin to roll the buns.

Feng Yifan still picked out the same size noodles every time, but this time he didn't roll the dough, but slapped the noodles around, and the dough was taken out one by one.

Looking at Lin Ruifeng, he felt an indescribable sense of freedom.

And the process of Feng Yifan making steamed buns was more like making a work of art, which made Lin Ruifeng completely dumbfounded.

One twist, two sips, three lifts, four turns.

After four steps of proficiency, a perfectly white and tender bun was in Feng Yifan's palm, and he placed it in the cage.

All the process is very fast, there is no stagnation at all, it is almost like assembly line processing.

But in Lin Ruifeng's view, every steamed stuffed bun in the cage is almost exactly the same.

When Lin Ruifeng was amazed, he heard Feng Ruoruo's protest: Oh, Dad, this is too difficult for you, you do it so fast, Ruoruo can't learn it at all.

Feng Yifan continued to pack while comforting his daughter: This is a bit difficult. Dad will teach Ruoruo seriously later. Dad has to hurry up and make it today, otherwise it will be late, and grandpa, grandparents and mother will wake up.

Hearing what his father said, little Feng Ruoruo came to his senses, his cheeks puffed up and he suppressed it, and began to urge his father: Then Dad, hurry up, and Ruoruo just don't talk to disturb you.

Feng Yifan smiled and said to his daughter: Okay, thank you, baby Ruoruo, for your understanding.

After comforting his daughter, Feng Yifan naturally speeded up his pace, quickly wrapped up two baskets of buns of various colors, and then put them on the wok to start steaming.