Hardcore Chef Dad

Although his wife made it clear that her daughter could come back from kindergarten, Feng Yifan insisted on going to pick her up.

After finishing the kitchen, Feng Yifan set off from the small restaurant before her daughter's kindergarten, and walked all the way along the old street to the kindergarten on the other side of the old street.

It was already past three o'clock in the afternoon, and most of the shops on the old street were already busy, preparing for the evening business.

Many people in the shop were a little surprised after seeing Feng Yifan.

As someone who has been working on the old street for a long time, Feng Yifan always looks familiar at first glance.

Some of them, who knew that Su Ji had reopened, quickly guessed Feng Yifan's identity.

In addition, there are some that need to be carefully recalled before they can be dug out from the depths of memory, the impression of Su Ji's door-to-door son-in-law.

Naturally, Feng Yifan walked all the way and became the object of attention of many people on the old street.

Feng Yifan will also take the initiative to say hello to others after passing through some shops that are familiar to his father-in-law.

Is Boss Yang busy?

Uncle Li, is business going well?

Long time no see, Mrs. Zhang, she still has the same style.

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Those who were greeted by Feng Yifan naturally recognized him quickly, and surprised expressions appeared on their faces.

The owner of the barbecue restaurant, Yang, wiped the sweat on his bald head with a towel. He looked at Feng Yifan in surprise and said, Yo, Feng Yifan, where have you been in the past few years? Where did this come from?

Feng Yifan heard the words and said with a smile: I've been abroad for a few years, isn't this just coming back?

Boss Yang listened to the response: Okay, you kid will leave your father-in-law's time-honored brand and such a beautiful daughter-in-law behind, and run out alone, it's really cruel.

Boss Yang's real name is Yang Zhigang. He has been working on the old street for more than ten years, and he is a dozen years older than Feng Yifan.

He was more familiar with Feng Yifan's father-in-law, so he didn't speak so politely, and his tone was full of reproach to Feng Yifan.

Feng Yifan didn't mind and said seriously, It's my fault. I shouldn't have left my father-in-law and my wife and children. Now that I'm back, I'll use the rest of my life to make up for them.

Opposite Yang Zhigang's BBQ restaurant, Li Jianping, who opened a soy sauce restaurant and was called Uncle Li by Feng Yifan, also spoke up.

Just come back. You should have seen your father-in-law's stroke. Take care of him. You should take care of the old brand of Su Ji, but you can't let it be ruined like that.

Without waiting for Feng Yifan to reply, next door to Li Jianping's soy sauce shop, Zhang Cuifeng, the proprietress Zhang who sells rice wine, picked up the conversation.

No, Su Ji is a card face on our old street. If it is ruined by your kid, then we old neighbors won't be able to spare you.

These merchants on the old street have a natural admiration for Su Ji. It can be said that they all regard Su Ji as the brand of the old street, and they naturally respect Su Jinrong.

Although the old street is facing demolition and reconstruction, in everyone's mind, Su Ji is still regarded as the backbone.

These days, Su Jinrong has had a stroke, and everyone on the old street can't talk about it, but they are also a little flustered in their hearts.

However, seeing Su Ji reopening yesterday and today, and now seeing Feng Yifan back, everyone suddenly has this backbone again.

Therefore, the big guy should also help the old man Su Jinrong beat and beat Feng Yifan, the son-in-law.

Facing everyone's beatings, Feng Yifan also smiled and responded: Don't worry, everyone, since I'm back, I will definitely guard Su Ji, take good care of my father-in-law, and my wife and daughter.

As for the demolition and reconstruction of our old street, when my dad gets better, I will call everyone to discuss it.

With Feng Yifan's remarks, the people on the old street suddenly let go of their hearts.

Zhang Cuifeng, the proprietress of the rice wine shop, said directly, Are you here to pick up your daughter? Hurry up,

Don't waste time with us here, it will affect our business.

Zhang Cuifeng's words are naturally a joke, and these old neighbors on the old street are used to this kind of joke.

Feng Yifan clasped his fists to say goodbye to everyone, and then hurried to the kindergarten on the other side of the old street.

The old street is very long. After walking through a long section of the food street, turning into another section, you don’t have to go far to reach the door of the kindergarten.

At this time, many parents were already waiting in front of the kindergarten, and Feng Yifan stood quietly among the parents.

As the bell rang in the kindergarten, the door of the kindergarten opened, allowing parents to enter the kindergarten one after another and pick up their children from their children's classes.

Feng Yifan also followed in the crowd, and greeted the doorman with a smile when he entered the door.

Maybe it was because Feng Yifan had only been here once, and the guard still had an impression of him, so he also smiled at him.

But soon after entering the kindergarten, Feng Yifan encountered a problem. He didn't seem to know where his daughter's classroom was.

Standing in front of the teaching building in the kindergarten and looking up at the teaching building with only three floors, Feng Yifan couldn't help but be a little at a loss. He didn't know which classroom to go to to find his daughter?

Just when Feng Yifan looked around at a loss, a familiar voice came from the second floor.

Feng Ruoruo's father, Feng Ruoruo's father, here, here.

Hearing the shouting, Feng Yifan looked up and looked up, it was the teacher in his daughter's class, Teacher Fang.

Feng Yifan smiled and nodded to Teacher Fang, then hurried upstairs and walked to Teacher Fang: Mr. Fang thank you very much, or I really don't know which class to go to pick up Ruoruo.

Teacher Fang said with a smile, Hehe, Dad Feng Ruoruo, you don't have to be so polite, Feng Ruoruo did a great job today, and the children liked the candy you brought.

Feng Yifan heard the words and responded: Really? That's great. I'm also worried that the children don't like the candy I make.

Teacher Fang smiled dumbly and said, Why, the marshmallows you made are really delicious.

Following behind Teacher Fang, I came to my daughter's classroom. At this time, there were already many parents who came to pick up their children.

When Teacher Fang came in, parents also took the initiative to say hello to Teacher Fang.

Feng Yifan glanced around the classroom and quickly found his daughter.

Feng Ruoruo was surrounded by a group of children, and Feng Yifan found that her daughter seemed to be very popular with the children.

Seeing this, Teacher Fang smiled and said, Today Feng Ruoruo became a little star in the class because of the marshmallows you brought from Dad Feng Ruoruo. Everyone is very envious of Feng Ruoruo for having a father like you.

Teacher Fang's words naturally made Feng Yifan feel surprised and proud. On the surface, he remained reserved and calm.

Hehe, it's not that magical. It's not difficult to make marshmallows, as long as you have the right tools.

Feng Yifan's modest attitude made Teacher Fang feel comfortable chatting with him, so he smiled and said, You are so humble.

Then Teacher Fang shouted to Feng Ruoruo, who was surrounded by children, Feng Ruoruo, look, your father is here to pick you up.

Feng Ruoruo, who was chatting happily with the children, immediately raised her head to look at Teacher Fang's words, and saw her father beside Teacher Fang, the little girl immediately came over with a smile.

Hee hee hee, Dad, you're here to pick me up.

Feng Yifan squatted down, wanting to take the opportunity to hug his daughter. But seeing his daughter's resistance and hesitation, he had to put away his arms again, stretched out a hand and said, Yes, Dad is here to pick up Ruoruo, Dad, let's hold Ruoruo.

This time, the little girl did not resist, she happily stretched out her little hand and pulled it together with her father's big hand.