Hardcore Chef Dad

Seeing his daughter coming in, Feng Yifan poured a large spoonful of boiling water on the clear noodles in the basin, and said, Dad, this is called hot noodles.

Feng Ruoruo watched his father pour such a large spoonful of boiling water directly into the basin, and was a little surprised: Oh, Dad, it's so hot, be careful.

The little girl is worried about her father, but she will be very curious when she sees the boiling water being poured into the basin by her father.

Seeing her father pouring a large spoonful of boiling water into it again, the little girl stared wide-eyed in amazement, but she didn't dare to approach it.

Feng Yifan took a closer look at the burnt surface, and after confirming that it should be ok, he turned off the fire on the stove.

Then use chopsticks to stir the noodles in the basin into flocs, then put them upside down on the chopping board, and pour out all the noodles.

Seeing that his father had turned off the fire, Feng Ruoruo finally dared to go to his side to have a look.

Seeing the fluffy batter being poured on the chopping board by her father, the little girl couldn't help stretching out her little hand, wanting to touch the dough, and wanted to grab a small piece to play with.

But Feng Yifan quickly pressed his daughter's hand: This is very hot, you can't play it yet.

While stopping his daughter, Feng Yifan immediately started kneading the dough.

Feng Ruoruo saw his father directly rubbing it with his hands, and he was surprised on his small face: Yeah, Dad is so hot, be careful, you can wait until it cools down before doing it.

Feng Yifan quickly rubbed the face with his palms like rubbing clothes, and said to his daughter with a smile, It's okay, Dad's hands are not afraid of being scalded, and look at Dad, if he slaps his left hand and right hand, he won't burn himself.

Feng Ruoruo watched his father do it carefully, and found that his father was rubbing the face with both hands alternately, as if it was really not hot.

Feng Yifan then dug out another spoonful of lard, put it in the dough and kneaded it together.

Finally, knead the dough until it is very smooth.

Feng Ruoruo watched the whole process from the side, and when she saw her father kneading her face, the little girl immediately said, Dad, give Ruoruo a little.

Feng Yifan smiled, still took off a small piece, and handed it to his daughter to play with.

The small dough was held by Feng Ruoruo, and she found that the dough was very different from the dough given by her father before.

Feng Ruoruo kneaded the little dough just like his father did just now, and asked, Dad, why is this noodle different from the previous ones?

Feng Yifan smiled and said, Because this flour is different from the previous ones, this flour is called Cheng Noodles.

Feng Ruoruo nodded, seeming to understand, and continued to rub and play beside her father.

But soon, the little girl saw something more interesting.

Dad kneaded the kneaded noodles into long strips, then pulled off a small piece to form a small ball, put a towel next to the chopping board, and poured some oil on the towel.

Next, the little girl witnessed the miracle moment.

Dad rubbed the knife on the towel, and pressed the small dough on the chopping board with the oiled side of the knife.

Then, Dad used the knife to slowly press the dough and started turning it around.

After the father circled around, when the father picked up the knife, Feng Ruoruo looked at it with a surprised face, the little dough was turned into a flat thin dough by the father.

Dad scraped the dough off the chopping board with a knife, turned it over, and put the prepared fillings in.

In the end, it was wrapped into one, flat on one side and bulging on the other, like a small goldfish bag.

Seeing that Dad had finished wrapping, Feng Ruoruo immediately exclaimed: Ah, this is so beautiful, Dad.

After Feng Yifan trimmed it for the last time, he put the shrimp dumplings into the steamer lined with sliced ​​carrots: This is called shrimp dumplings. It will be more beautiful after steaming.

Feng Ruoruo immediately said, Father, is this shrimp dumpling delicious?

Feng Yifan continued to wipe the skin and said: Of course it's delicious. When it's ready, if you eat it, you'll know.

Feng Ruoruo looked at his father, turning the knife around on the chopping board again, to make a round and thin skin, really surprised.

Feng Yifan was surprised when he saw his daughter, and said with a smile, Well, it's because the oil on Dad's knife is smoother. If there is no oil on the chopping board, the noodles will be stuck to the chopping board, so Dad can turn the knife with oil and it will become Round and thin skin.

Feng Ruoruo didn't understand very well, but the little girl gave her father a thumbs up and said, Dad is awesome.

After some preparations, the shrimp dumplings were almost steamed, and Feng Yifan prepared a milk and vegetable porridge with milk, vegetables and polished rice, which can be regarded as a breakfast with shrimp dumplings.

Everything was ready, Feng Yifan carried it on a large tray, and led his daughter out of the back kitchen together.

It's time to eat.

When she walked out of the back kitchen, Feng Ruoruo immediately yelled to help her father.

Grandma and mother, who had been waiting for a while, got up immediately and helped take the things off the tray.

When the mother and wife were arranging, Feng Yifan quickly turned around and went upstairs, and carried his father-in-law down from upstairs who had been washed and changed by his wife.

Pushing my father-in-law to sit at the dining table, my father-in-law was a little surprised when he saw the shrimp dumplings: Oh? Did you make shrimp dumplings today?

When Feng Ruoruo heard what grandpa said, she immediately went to grandpa and said, Grandpa, this shrimp dumpling is very good. It's very fun when dad makes it. The noodles need to be scalded with boiling water. Then dad doesn't use sticks, but uses a knife to scald the dumplings. Press it out.

When the grandfather heard what his granddaughter said, he smiled and said, Really? Then Dad is really amazing.

The little girl was naturally very happy when her grandfather said that.

Feng Yifan walked over to open the door, and said: Actually, Dad is not very good. Those that Dad cooks are the basic skills of a chef. Shrimp dumplings are a basic course for dim sum cooks in Guangdong Province.

Hearing this, the father-in-law asked curiously, How do you know how to make shrimp dumplings?

Feng Yifan replied without hesitation: I learned it from a Cantonese cook.

Opening the door of the restaurant, the early shop next door was already bustling with many people. The people of the Lin family were also very busy in the breakfast shop.

Feng Yifan also greeted him immediately, and asked some guests who couldn't sit next door to eat at Suji.

Soon the tables at the entrance of Su Ji were filled with people, but Feng Yifan and the others didn't care, and continued to eat at the table in the back.

Feng Ruoruo had been looking forward to it for a long time. When her father opened the drawer, the little girl immediately saw the powdery, crystal clear shrimp dumplings inside, and couldn't help exclaiming again: Ah, so beautiful.

Being exclaimed by the little girl, many customers who bought breakfast next door and came to Suji couldn't help being curious.

A guest looked towards Feng Yifan and the others.

I saw that instead of pot stickers, soy milk, and deep-fried dough sticks, what the family ate was crystal clear shrimp dumplings and bowls of white milk and vegetable porridge.

Although it looks very light, but people can't help but have an appetite.

The person who stretched out his head to look at it for a long time couldn't help swallowing and asked, The boss, where did you buy this food?

Feng Ruoruo was just fed a mouthful of shrimp dumplings by her father, when she heard someone ask her where she bought them. The little girl said immediately after eating, These are not bought, these are made by Dad for us.

Hearing the little girl's answer, those who were eating breakfast at the door hurriedly asked: Does your family also sell breakfast?

Feng Ruoruo shook her head and said, My father doesn't sell breakfast, my father just cooks for my mother, grandma, and grandpa.

Everyone was a little disappointed by the little girl's answer, but they didn't mind. After all, most people know the existence of Su Ji through the publicity of the show witnessed by Fei Chang.

They also learned that Su Ji's current owner and chef is a very skilled cook.

So there is nothing wrong with making a breakfast for the family, which is very delicate.

The guests sat down again and continued to eat the breakfast made by the Lin family. Although I still couldn't help casting envious glances at the table inside, everyone still ate pot stickers and soy milk with relish.

The pot stickers that the Lin family made earlier are indeed still considered a must.

In this way, everyone in Suji Restaurant ate breakfast in a somewhat distinct manner.

This clear distinction was soon broken by Mr. Zhuang Daozhong who came to Su Ji early in the morning.

When Zhuang Daozhong entered the door, he was also shocked by the situation in Su Ji. In the restaurant, tables were changed again, and a group of people eating breakfast sat again, which almost made the old man think that he had gone to the wrong door.

Fortunately, the old man heard Feng Ruoruo's laughter inside, and he glanced past the person at the door to make sure he had entered the wrong door.

Zhuang Daozhong, who walked around the door to eat breakfast, walked to Feng Yifan's table.

Seeing that Mr. Zhuang had come so early, Feng Yifan and his family got up quickly.

Unable to stand up, Su Jinrong nodded to his uncle from the wheelchair and said, Good morning, uncle, why did you come here so early?

Feng Yifan greeted immediately: Master uncle hasn't eaten breakfast yet, right? Come and sit down and try my handicrafts. It may not be very authentic. Master uncle have a try.

Zhuang Daozhong looked down at the shrimp dumplings and milk and vegetable porridge on the table, and couldn't help but find it very interesting.

You can be considered a combination of Chinese and Western, right?

Feng Ruoruo raised the small spoon in his hand and said, Grandpa, my father's cooking is very delicious. You can cook it and eat it together.

Zhuang Daozhong looked at the little girl and said with a smile on his face, Okay, then the great-grandfather will also sit down and have a taste together.

Feng Yifan immediately turned around and went to the kitchen to fetch new bowls and chopsticks for Master Uncle.

Mr. Zhuang Daozhong was not too polite. After taking the bowl and chopsticks, he immediately picked up a shrimp dumpling to eat.

The shrimp dumpling took a bite and chewed carefully in his mouth, savoring the taste of the shrimp dumpling.

After eating a shrimp dumpling, Zhuang Daozhong nodded and said: Well, the shrimp dumpling is very authentic. The shrimps are very fresh. They are not smashed into mud, but retain some graininess, and the diced bamboo shoots and fat are also eaten. Just right.

Feng Ruoruo didn't really understand the professional things that the great-grandfather said. When she saw the great-grandfather finished eating the shrimp dumplings, she immediately told the great-grandfather that Dad was amazing.

Grandpa, do you know? Dad, he doesn't use a stick to make this Pipi. He uses a knife to pat the board, and then grinds it, and a Pipi comes out.

Zhuang Daozhong laughed and said, It means that your father knows a lot, and he really knows how to make shrimp dumplings.

Feng Ruoruo continued: That's right, Dad is amazing. Dad is not afraid of the hot noodles, so he kneaded it with his hands.

Hearing her daughter kept talking over there, Su Ruoxi was a little embarrassed, and stopped her daughter and said: Okay, my great-grandfather just listened to you, and he hasn't eaten a few mouthfuls yet. You should hurry up and eat first.

Seeing Su Ruoxi stop the little girl, Zhuang Daozhong said with a smile: It's okay, grandpa also likes to hear what Ruoruo has to say.

Su Ruoxi said to Mr. Zhuang again: Uncle Shi, I'm really sorry, Ruoruo just likes to talk, if you listen to her, I'm afraid you won't be able to eat this breakfast.

When Feng Ruoruo was told by her mother, the little girl pursed her mouth in displeasure: Mom, don't say Ruoruo.

Lu Cuiling immediately coaxed her little granddaughter: Okay, don't let mom talk about it, then let's hurry up and eat obediently, and talk about it after we finish eating, okay?

Coaxed by grandma, the little girl finally ate obediently.

Zhuang Daozhong also had this breakfast with Su Ji's family.

Of course, such a family's breakfast is envied by many people who eat breakfast in Suji.

Those crystal clear shrimp dumplings really make many people want to taste it.

It's a pity that Feng Yifan made it clear that he wouldn't sell it, he just made breakfast for his family, and Su Ji didn't intend to sell breakfast.

Most of the diners now know that Suji is a small restaurant with very strict rules, so Feng Yifan said that they won't sell it, so it is definitely impossible for everyone to eat it.

So everyone can only envy.

After breakfast, Lu Cuiling and Su Ruoxi's mother-in-law and daughter-in-law took the initiative to pack up their things and took Feng Ruoruo away.

The purpose is to free up the table so that Mr. Zhuang can tell the purpose of his trip.

Zhuang Daozhong didn't hide anything about Su Jinrong and Feng Yifan's son-in-law, he directly expressed his intentions and told the whole story.

Jinrong, you should understand the importance of this selection of Chinese cuisine, so I really hope that you, Su Ji, can join forces to fully present the feast made by Su in those years.

Su made a banquet.

Hearing this name, Feng Yifan was a little surprised, and Su Jinrong's expression changed instantly.

Zhuang Daozhong patted the back of Su Jinrong's hand lightly: Don't be nervous, I haven't read that cookbook. The reason why I know about Su's banquet is that I accidentally saw it when I was sorting out the original royal food archives in the capital about ten years ago. A record.

Feng Yifan looked serious, because he didn't know this information at all, but thinking of the recipe book his father-in-law took out, he probably guessed something.

Su Jinrong relaxed a little, looked at his uncle and said, I can't do this anymore.

Zhuang Daozhong said seriously: So, I hope that you can cooperate with Lanxin. I believe that together with your Su family, you should be able to reproduce the past, and the royal family respected it so much. Su made a feast.

Then, Zhuang Daozhong looked at Feng Yifan again and said: Yifan, I am here today, I am relying on my old age to sell my old age, I hope you can compare with your aunt, that is her knot, as long as you compare once, I believe she will solve that problem Knot.

Feng Yifan didn't respond immediately when he heard this, but looked at his father-in-law who was sitting there silently.