Hardcore Chef Dad

The new customer who was ordering food first saw a little girl jumping into the door, and then heard the little girl shouting outside the door, and they all understood that it was the little girl's father who was in charge of cooking.

Immediately afterwards, the people in the restaurant saw a sunny, youthful yet mature and masculine man walking into the door.

Seeing Feng Yifan really surprised the new guests.

In most people's impressions, chefs, especially chefs in small restaurants like Su Ji, should be men with big heads and thick necks.

But in Feng Yifan's body, there is not a trace of what a cook should look like.

The head is not big, and he has short, broken hair. His facial features are not very delicate, but he looks very energetic.

The neck is also not thick, and at the moment wearing a very energetic short-sleeved shirt, it looks free and easy.

The figure is quite tall, but it doesn't make people feel fat at all, but from the muscles on a pair of strong arms, it is difficult to see that the other party is very powerful.

Feng Yifan entered the door and saw that in addition to the two or three old diners left behind, there were also three diners with very raw tables, and he immediately greeted the diners with a smile.

Welcome to the shop. The menu is the dinner dishes provided by the shop today. However, because the shop is a small business, some dishes are limited. If you want to order, you should go earlier.

Hearing such remarks, the new diners who sat in were also a little surprised.

Who would have imagined that a small restaurant on such an old street, which is inconspicuous at all, would have so many rules for a meal.

Dinner doesn't start until 5pm, and you won't be served at any other time.

And listening to the tone of the chef Feng Yifan, it seems that the menu will be different every day? Are some daily dishes even limited?

Thinking of this, at one of the tables, a young and beautiful woman said, Boss, listen to you, will the menu be different every day in your restaurant?

Feng Yifan nodded and said, Yes, some main dishes may be on the menu or not because of the purchase of ingredients that day.

The corner of the woman's mouth rose slightly after hearing this, and she felt that this small restaurant was really very interesting.

Usually, the menu is determined according to the preparation every day, which is the case in some foreign more exquisite restaurants.

That's because although those restaurants are not big, the chefs in the restaurants are usually well-known master chefs. They will determine the menu matching of the day based on the daily purchase of ingredients.

It's just that in China, there are actually very few restaurants like this, so it is really interesting that Feng Yifan said this.

The woman, who was not planning to order, reached out and took the menu from her companion.

The menu is handwritten, and the handwriting on the menu also has some skills. From the point of view of the woman who ordered, this small restaurant really reveals a uniqueness everywhere.

What the woman who ordered food didn't know was that this menu was handwritten by Su Ruoxi at the request of Feng Yifan before he went to pick up his daughter.

Although Su Ji used to have some small rules, for example, lunch is from 11:30 to 2:30 pm, and then there is rest and preparation time in the middle, and dinner starts at 5:00 pm.

But Su Ji's previous menu was actually fixed, and some of Su Ji's specialty dishes on the menu were also the focus of Su Ji to attract old diners.

But now that Feng Yifan is back, it was only yesterday that Su Ji was reopened, and the old diners were attracted back. Today, he made a fool of himself and insisted on changing the menu.

Su Ruoxi originally strongly disagreed, thinking that changing the menu like this would make Su Ji no longer the Su Ji she used to be, and would make old diners stop coming.

Feng Yifan first tried to persuade his wife to no avail, so he changed the target of the strategy and chatted a few words with his father-in-law.

Su Ruoxi didn't expect that her husband and her father had some conversations. Then his father Su Jinrong actually agreed with her husband.

She had no choice but to write these menus for her husband.

Now that the menu is in the hands of the guests, and looking at Feng Yifan's smug face, Su Ruoxi really wants to bite her husband.

Feng Yifan saw his wife look at the menu, and then saw that his face was wrong, so he quickly chose to escape.

Everyone, let's order first, I'll go to the kitchen to prepare first. It's just five o'clock now, so everyone can order the dishes on the menu, and the supply can still be guaranteed at this time.

After saying that, Feng Yifan, like an artist preparing to perform, bent over to salute everyone with one hand, and then walked to the back kitchen that belongs to his art palace.

Seeing her husband's very contrived actions, Su Ruoxi couldn't help but laugh, and then whispered, Stinky shit.

Of course, there are also people who are optimistic about Feng Yifan's contrived performance, and that is the child Feng Ruoruo.

After Feng Ruoruo entered the restaurant, she quickly ran to her grandfather, where she whispered to her grandfather and talked about her interesting experience in kindergarten.

When she saw her father's contrived performance, the little girl Shui Lingling's big eyes radiated brilliance, and she felt that her father's appearance was very impressive.

When Dad stepped into the back kitchen, the little girl clapped her hands and shouted, Come on, Dad.

Feng Yifan heard the words and looked at the daughter beside his father-in-law, then smiled and blew a kiss to his daughter: Okay, Dad will definitely work hard.

From Feng Yifan's entrance to his entry into the back kitchen, this series of performances surprised all the new and old diners present.

The old diners couldn't help but say something to Su Jinrong.

Lao Su, your son-in-law is a little interesting.

No, it looks a bit like an opera today.

Ha ha ha, it does sound like an artist.

Yes, the artist's taste came out.

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Sitting in a wheelchair, Su Jinrong listened, and her slanted mouth rose involuntarily, and a smile appeared on her face.

After entering the back kitchen, Feng Yifan quickly changed into a chef's uniform, and took out the apron he brought back from his luggage.

Then, turn on the stove on the stove, put all the prepared ingredients on the cooking table, and wait for the first round of ordering outside.

Not long after, the first menu was brought in by her daughter Feng Ruoruo.

When the menu was put down, Feng Ruoruo said seriously to his father, This is from Grandpa Zhang's table. You have to do it well. Grandpa watched it from Grandpa Zhang's side. If you don't do it well, Ruoruo will not be happy.

Feng Yifan made an OK gesture to his daughter: No problem, trust Dad.

When Feng Ruoruo ran out quickly, Feng Yifan in the back kitchen immediately got busy, cooking for Lao Zhangtou's table first.

And after ordering good dishes outside, Feng Ruoruo finally found a chance for her to shine in her grandfather's restaurant. Although she was too young to serve dishes or clean the table, she could bring menus to her father.

One by one menus were sent in, and at first Feng Ruoruo threw it on his father's cooking table and ran out.

But when the menu at the fourth table was brought in, Feng Ruoruo found that his father was very busy, and the menus on the table were all messed up.

The little girl was very serious, and helped her father sort out the menus and pressed them one by one in order.

Feng Yifan was busy in front of the stove while watching what his daughter was doing. I saw my daughter organize the menus one by one and put them in a more prominent position on the cooking table. He also felt warm in his heart.