Hardcore Chef Dad

Su Ji this afternoon, the previous time was delayed by the bosses in the old street, so Feng Yifan couldn't go to make snacks for his daughter early.

After Li Jianping, Yang Zhigang, Fan Chaodong, and Wang Cuifeng had all left, Feng Yifan and Su Ruoxi served refreshments to the remaining old people so that they could rest and chat in the closed restaurant.

Feng Yifan led his wife to the back kitchen to start today's dessert making teaching.

When making it, Su Ruoxi watched carefully and learned, and at the same time asked her husband a little strangely: Why do you have so many desserts? You said you learned it abroad, but some of your desserts are obviously not from abroad.

The dessert Feng Yifan made today is indeed not a foreign dessert, but the traditional Shaqima.

Feng Yifan was meeting with each other while smiling and saying to his wife: Because your husband is a genius.

Su Ruoxi curled her lips immediately: It's a fart again, isn't it?

Seeing that his wife was upset, Feng Yifan put his arms around his wife's waist and said, Don't be angry, in fact, the making of these snacks is often easy to master. As long as you master the skills, many things will be easy.

Today's Shaqima, Feng Yifan made a slight improvement on the traditional basis, instead of using only sugar, he added some honey.

And instead of only using green and red silk, some preserved fruits were added to increase the variety of taste.

Feng Yifan also prepared some nuts, which can be described as very luxurious.

Su Ruoxi learned while watching her husband do it.

Seeing that Shaqima was still quite complicated this time, she asked again: Looking at it, it doesn't seem as simple as what you said. I think it's really complicated.

Feng Yifan smiled and said to his wife: Actually, it's really not difficult, the main thing is that you have to master this skill well.

Next, Feng Yifan naturally taught his wife all kinds of production skills without reservation.

Shaqima needs to be deep-fried first, and after deep-frying, it needs to be fried again. The real difficulty lies in the frying, so that the fried noodles can be evenly coated with sugar juice.

Moreover, Feng Yifan mixed in the nuts, so he had to ensure that the nuts were evenly distributed.

During this process, Feng Yifan used two not-so-long wooden sticks to keep stirring in the pot. It was really a test of skill, strength, and fire control.

After frying, take the stir-fried Shaqima out of the pot and put it on the chopping board covered with a layer of green silk and preserved fruit.

Feng Yifan took a knife, and used the blade to quickly press and shape it horizontally.

This time, Su Ruoxi saw that the miraculous thing was that her husband pressed out a long strip of Shaqima with his hands without using a mold at all.

Su Ruoxi was really surprised by this scene.

You know, the fried ones are still a little hot.

But Feng Yifan didn't care about the heat at all, he just used pressure to shape it when it was so hot, even the mold was useless, so he used a kitchen knife to finish the shape.

Seeing his wife's surprised expression, Feng Yifan smiled and said: Actually, this one is not hot anymore. You can see that the candy doesn't feel very hot when you pinch it lightly, so take it out again.

Shaped into long strips, Feng Yifan gently cut them open again, all of them were cut into long and thin strips.

After cutting, Feng Yifan picked up a piece and handed it to his wife's mouth: Come on, try it, is it the same as the one you ate when you were a child?

Su Ruoxi liked to eat Shaqima very much when she was a child, especially when her grandfather was alive, some people who came to visit Grandpa from the capital would always bring snacks from the capital, including Shaqima.

Because the identity of the grandfather is there, people who come to visit the grandfather will not buy that kind of mechanically processed Shaqima. People who are usually from the capital will bring Shaqima handmade by the masters from the capital.

Su Ruoxi took a bite and chewed, which surprised her again. This is what my husband made, and it really tastes like the one she ate when she was a child.

Not very sweet, and the deep-fried short noodles are not hard, but crispy and fluffy. Coupled with the nutty aroma, every bite will feel fragrant on the lips and teeth,

Very delicious.

Asking her husband to feed herself to finish eating a piece, Su Ruoxi exclaimed: You made this, it really tastes like when I was a child.

Feng Yifan smiled and said, Well, that's fine if you like it, if you like it, my daughter will definitely like it too.

Then, Feng Yifan picked a few more pieces and put them on a small white porcelain plate.

Su Ruoxi asked strangely: Who are you giving this to?

Seeing that his wife had picked up another piece to eat, Feng Yifan laughed: Of course I will give this to Aunt Liu and the others, we can't eat alone.

Su Ruoxi, who was eating the second piece, was stunned for a moment, and then immediately said angrily: If you say that I eat alone, I will ignore you.

Seeing his wife's angry appearance, she really looked like a willful and naughty little girl, Feng Yifan couldn't help laughing.

The husband smiled, making Su Ruoxi even more annoyed, she turned her head and said, Hmph, I don't care about you.

Although she turned her head away to ignore her husband, she did not let go of the Shaqima in her hand. Su Ruoxi is still eating bite by bite, this Shaqima really suits her appetite.

Seeing this, Feng Yifan didn't point it out, and said with a smile: Eat slowly, I'll send this to the old people in front.

Su Ruoxi didn't have the time to pay attention to her husband, she just nodded and agreed, and continued to eat there alone like a little mouse.

Seeing his wife's lovely appearance, Feng Yifan was overjoyed, and walked towards the restaurant in front with his plate.

Come to the front and present Shaqima to the old people.

Seeing this traditional Shaqima, Liu Wanhua couldn't help being a little surprised: Yifan, do you still make such a traditional Shaqima? This looks very good.

Feng Yifan responded with a smile: Aunt Liu, I just read some tutorials and tried to do it myself. Everyone taste it and give me some advice.

Lin Zekang looked it over and said, Shaqima, when I was young, when I was on a business trip in the capital, I once ate very authentic ones. It was made by a real master. The taste was really different from the ones I bought later.

Tang Zhuochen couldn't wait to say: Okay, let's try it quickly.

Zhang Maosheng said with a smile: Look, Old Tang is hungry.

Afterwards, without hesitation, the old people took a piece and put it in their mouths to taste.

Once eaten, the crispy yet soft, sweet but not greasy taste made the old people smile when they ate one by one.

Liu Wanhua took a sip and said, Okay, it's really delicious, Yifan, you did a great job.

Lin Zekang also said: Yes, this is the taste. The time I ate it when I was young, it was this taste. It is really delicious, sweet but not greasy, crisp and soft.

Zhang Maosheng took it and said: Yifan has mixed in nuts, and the aroma of these nuts is more fragrant.

Lu Cuiling couldn't help but praise her son: It's fine, I didn't expect my son to make such delicious Shaqima.

Feng Yifan said with some regret: Unfortunately, Dad left a little early, otherwise I can let Dad take some back to eat.

Lu Cuiling said, Your dad doesn't like this, but he prefers that pea cake. You brought him a lot of pea cakes, and he is so happy.

Feng Yifan laughed: It's fine if my dad likes it. I'll prepare some for him when he comes next time.

Lu Cuiling immediately said: Don't worry, you let your dad eat this time, and he will definitely come over next week.

These words made the old people present laugh.

While the old people were laughing, Su Ruoxi came out from the back kitchen, carrying a kettle to refill everyone. Hearing what the mother-in-law said, she also said: Dad likes it, so let's come more. Anyway, Yifan can do it, let him do more.

Watching Su Ruoxi add water to the teacup, Liu Wanhua said with a smile: Ruoxi is really lucky to marry such a good husband, thinking of ways every day to make snacks for you two.

Su Ruoxi curled her lips and said, He? He cares more about his daughter. I'm all in favor of her.

These words immediately made the old people happy.

Tang Zhuochen was willing to say: Yifan, you are wrong, how can you take care of your daughter and ignore your wife? It will not be allowed in the future, and I will cook something she likes for Ruoxi.

Hearing this, Feng Yifan glanced at his wife with a smug face, and could only say, Okay, Uncle Tang, don't worry.

At this moment, Feng Yifan's cell phone rang, and he did not avoid answering the call at all.

It was A Fei who called for help.

Chef Feng, the fried shrimp balls you mentioned, after all the shrimp slices are open, after marinating, do you need to deep-fry them?

Hearing A Fei's urgent call for help on the phone, Feng Yifan looked helpless and could only give some guidance on the phone.

This phone call for guidance lasted for more than half an hour.

Feng Yifan's telephone guidance was not over until it was confirmed that the dishes were ready.

When Feng Yifan hung up the phone, everyone was a little curious? Who is he teaching?

Su Ruoxi asked: From what you said on the phone, it seems that you are teaching others how to cook. Who is it?

Feng Yifan smiled wryly and said, It's Ah Fei, he's cooking for his friends in the studio.

When you say A Fei, everyone can't remember who it is for a while?

Feng Yifan added: It is to shoot a promotional video for our Su Ji. That photographer, who came with Meng Shitong and the others, is a very handsome photographer.

Having said that, everyone immediately had an impression.

Liu Wanhua asked strangely: What? Does he know how to cook? I thought he just photographed you doing it.

Feng Yifan smiled wryly and said: He really doesn't know how to cook, didn't he just call and ask me? He came here today to make the 'dried (??) prawns' I taught last time and post it online Go to the video friends to see.

Second, it is to confess to someone.

Everyone was a little surprised: Confess to others?

Feng Yifan nodded: Yes, he's going to confess his love to others today, so if he wants to show off, he should probably succeed.

Liu Wanhua hesitated for a moment and laughed: Hahaha, today's young people are so interesting to confess their love, and they still have to learn how to cook to express their love. I'm afraid they like someone you young people call a foodie, right?

Feng Yifan smiled and said, Maybe it is true.

When he said this, Feng Yifan looked at his wife.

Su Ruoxi noticed her husband's gaze, and immediately glared at her husband, her eyes seemed to say: If you dare to say that I am a foodie, I will bite you to death at night.

Feng Yifan naturally didn't dare to point it out, he could only smile and look away.

Lin Zekang said: At that time, we had a saying that if you want to win a man's heart, you must first keep his stomach. Now young people seem to be doing the opposite. To win a girl's heart, you must first To chase the girl's stomach.

This sentence was recognized by everyone present.

Liu Wanhua said: Speaking of which, girls are still happy now. Now many girls don't have to learn to cook. They let their boyfriends or future husbands do it. How happy they are.

Hearing this, Zhang Maosheng suddenly said: Old sister, you don't seem to know how to cook?

When Liu Wanhua heard this, she immediately stared and said, Go, I don't know how to cook, and I didn't go to your house to eat.

Zhang Maosheng was stared at, so naturally he didn't dare to say anything.

On the contrary, Tang Zhuochen said with a smile: That's right, our old sister has a place to eat. How can the craftsmanship of our old fellows catch the eyes of my old sister?

Liu Wanhua was a little unhappy when she was told this: You two old men who are half buried in the earth must make me lose face in front of the juniors, right?

Seeing that Liu Wanhua was a little unhappy, Su Ruoxi hurried over and said, Don't be angry, Aunt Liu, of course you don't have to be afraid if you don't know how to cook, because there is Yifan, he should respect you.

Liu Wanhua laughed with satisfaction after hearing this: That's right, I don't eat what you make, but I can eat what Youfan makes.

But that being said, the old lady glanced at Su Jinrong intentionally or unintentionally.

Everyone saw this scene, but with the old lady's warning before, everyone naturally pretended not to see it, and no one would point it out.

Feng Yifan asked the old people to sit and chat, and he took his wife to pack up and go back to the back kitchen.

After entering the back kitchen, Feng Yifan couldn't help asking: Do you think Aunt Liu seems to be interested in Dad?

Su Ruoxi said: Did you just find out? This matter is not a secret at all among the elders outside. They all know about it, but, no one will explain it.

Feng Yifan was a little surprised: But, I remember that Aunt Liu is much older than Dad.

Su Ruoxi nodded: Yeah, because it's a lot older, so my dad didn't catch up with me back then. If I didn't meet my mom later, I might really have never married for the rest of my life.

Feng Yifan was really surprised, he didn't expect that there was such a story between his father-in-law and Liu Wanhua.

And the age difference between the two is ten years.

Feng Yifan thought about it carefully: father-in-law knew Liu Wanhua's taste preferences very well, and even remembered that Liu Wanhua once invited her senior sister's daughter to have a meal with squirrel mandarin fish soup dipped in crispy rice.

Then I got in touch, Liu Wanhua came to Su Ji to eat every day, basically eating with his father-in-law, and taking care of his father-in-law when eating.

Feng Yifan felt that there should be a story between the two old men, father-in-law and Liu Wanhua.

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