Hardcore Chef Dad

For such a lunch, Yue Qingsong had a lot of emotions. He never thought that the taste buried in his childhood memory many years ago would be reappeared by his friend Feng Yifan.

And the person who also ate this bowl of noodles and ate that memory is Feng Jiandong.

In this bowl of noodles, how could Feng Jiandong not be able to taste the taste that Grandma Feng Yifan cooked back then?

In Feng Jiandong's heart, he felt guilty for his dead mother.

At the beginning, Feng Jiandong was able to enter the factory in the city to replace his mother, who had to go back to the countryside.

His mother's decision changed Feng Jiandong's life trajectory and gave him a chance to broaden his horizons.

In Feng Jiandong's view, if his mother hadn't asked him to replace the factory position, he might only be able to work in the countryside.

Although Feng Jiandong and his wife Lu Cuiling are also farming now, because they have some experience in the city and have a broader vision, they thought of growing vegetables scientifically in order to build the current vegetable base in the countryside and lead the villagers. We are prosperous together.

For this matter, the town and the village even presented awards to Feng Jiandong and Lu Cuiling.

However, the award was rejected by the old couple.

Feng Jiandong felt that he was able to accomplish what he is today because his old mother was willing to spend an ordinary life in the countryside in exchange for it, so he deserved the award.

Naturally, deep in Feng Jiandong's memory, he also has the impression of his old mother's bowl of noodles.

But Feng Jiandong thought even further.

What Feng Jiandong thought of was that when he was still young, his father died unfortunately because of the rescue of supplies in the factory, and his mother alone dragged him into adulthood.

Thinking of my mother taking the initiative to take her grandson back to the countryside to help them raise them in order to allow the couple to work well in the city.

Thinking of the son who had been separated for too long, he gradually accepted the parents again under the persuasion of his grandmother.

In the end, those bitterness, guilt, and joy gathered in the bowl of noodles in front of me.

Perhaps only Feng Jiandong can understand the taste of it.

While eating the noodles, scenes of memories flashed in his mind, and Feng Jiandong's eyes gradually became moist, and finally a few teardrops rolled down without disappointment.

Dripping into the bowl, it adds a bit of bitterness to this bowl of noodles in memory.

When Feng Jiandong was eating while remembering, suddenly a small hand reached out to his face and helped him wipe away the tears on his face.

Then the little granddaughter's soft voice sounded: Grandpa, why are you crying? Did you put too much spicy food? Grandpa, you should put less spicy food. Ruoruo doesn't even like to eat that bad food.

Feng Jiandong, who was originally immersed in sentimentality, was awakened by his little granddaughter in an instant.

Suddenly he came back to his senses, stunned for a while, then looked down at the serious little granddaughter.

In an instant, Feng Jiandong recovered from the sentimentality, and a smile gradually appeared on his face.

Okay, grandpa listens to you, and grandpa will eat less spicy food in the future.

When Feng Ruoruo saw his grandfather agreeing, he immediately laughed: Grandpa, actually don't put spicy noodles, daddy's noodles are just as delicious.

Ruoruo likes the fish my father cooked today, without spines.

At this time, Yang Xiaoxi and Chen Yaofei also came over together, and the two little girls also agreed with Feng Ruoruo's words.

Yang Xiaoxi said: That's right, today's fish meat is delicious, it doesn't have spines, you can eat it directly.

Chen Yaofei nodded and said, Well, we don't like thorns.

When Feng Jiandong heard the words of the three little girls, he suddenly couldn't help but laugh along with him, and his longing for the old mother was still deeply buried in his heart. I am determined to live a good life today, so that I can live up to what my old mother has done for him and this family all her life.

At this time, the voice of Mr. Zhuang Daozhong came from another table.

Not bad, not bad, Jin Rong, Yifan's bowl of pickled cabbage and small yellow croaker noodles is really delicious, especially this way of eating with sliced ​​fish, it has a feeling of 'general crossing the bridge'.

Shi Jinbin added next to him: The soup is pure white, and the soup tastes delicious. It doesn't take away the deliciousness of the fish, and it makes the noodles taste salty and sour. The most beautiful thing is that there is no other flavor in this soup. It is purely salty, fresh and mellow. It’s a perfect pairing with noodles.”

Su Jinrong heard the compliments from the two, smiled and said, The yellow fish noodles are not from Su Ji.

Hearing this, Yue Qingsong couldn't help but said: This bowl of pickled cabbage and yellow croaker noodles was passed down by my grandma. When I was young, I often went to Yifan's house, and Yifan's grandma often made this kind of noodles.

After being told by Yue Qingsong, Zhuang Daozhong and Shi Jinbin looked at Feng Jiandong together.

Feng Jiandong met the eyes of the two, and nodded with a smile: Yes, Yifan's grandma does often do it.

Then, Feng Jiandong said: Our hometown is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and river fish is relatively common, so my mother is really good at cooking fish. When I was young, I also especially liked to eat fish cooked by my mother.

Hearing these words, Zhuang Daozhong nodded, and then the old man said with a smile to Su Jinrong: Jinrong, it seems that Yifan is his grandma who has enlightened cooking skills.

When Feng Ruoruo heard the great-grandfather calling her father a child, the little girl leaned over and said, Grandpa, you are wrong.

Mr. Zhuang looked at the little girl strangely: Oh? Where did Grandpa say something wrong?

Feng Ruoruo went on to say: Father is an adult, he is not a child, Ruoruo belongs to a child.

This sentence stunned everyone present, and Zhuang Daozhong was not relieved at first.

After being quiet for a while, Lu Cuiling first laughed: Hahaha, you little thing, your little mouth is getting better and better at talking, why don't you say daddy is a 'child'?

Feng Ruoruo turned her head and pouted at her grandma: That's right, Dad is an adult, not a child.

Lu Cuiling said cheerfully, But your father is still a child in the eyes of your grandparents, because your father is a child of your grandparents, and he is also a child in the eyes of your great-grandfather.

The conversation between the grandfather and grandson brought Zhuang Daozhong back to his senses and understood what the little girl meant.

Mr. Zhuang also became happy afterwards: Hahaha, I was wrong. I forgot that Feng Yifan is already Feng Ruoruo's father, so he can't be regarded as a child.

Such a sentence made everyone present react, and all the adults laughed immediately.

At this moment, I felt that Feng Ruoruo, a little girl, was really interesting.

Even some diners in the restaurant were amused by the little girl's words.

Hahaha, the boss's daughter is so cute.

He is a small boss. He will be the boss of this century-old brand in the future. Of course he is very smart.

Hahaha, that's right, that's right, the little boss will be the boss here in the future.

That is, don't treat him like a child, thinking that you can fool him with anything.

It's really fun, and it's a joy to eat here.

Of course, a major feature of Su Ji today is our happy little boss.

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After receiving everyone's praise, Feng Ruoruo felt embarrassed, and hurried back to grandma's side, and immediately plunged into grandma's arms.

Lu Cuiling put her arms around her little granddaughter, and said cheerfully, What's the matter? Why are you so embarrassed? Everyone is praising you.

Feng Ruoruo didn't want to come out in grandma's arms: No, everyone said I, if you don't want me.

When Lu Cuiling heard her little granddaughter's words, she raised her head and said to everyone, Everyone eat well, and stop talking about our little boss, or I won't do business with you in the future.

Hearing grandma's words, everyone couldn't help laughing again.

The happy atmosphere in the restaurant really makes the diners feel very happy.

As time passed, the lunch time passed quickly, and those diners who came to play because they were playing outside on weekends naturally felt a pang of regret.

However, everyone still respected Su Ji's rules, and when they saw that the sample was ready at noon, they chose to leave.

Brothers Yue Qingsong and Yue Yibai were a little puzzled when they saw that the restaurant would be closed for a while in the afternoon.

Yue Qingsong didn't ask questions directly.

But Yue Yibai was young after all, so he directly asked the doubts in his heart.

The restaurant's business is so good, why is it closed at noon?

Hearing this question, Shi Jinbin said on behalf of Su Jinrong: This is the rule of Su Ji. It is open from noon to 2:30 in the afternoon, because our cooks also need to rest, and we have to prepare materials for the evening business.

Yue Yibo still didn't quite understand: But, since the business is so good, why don't they stay open until night?

Zhuang Daozhong said this time: This is the so-called business that can't be done. You have to leave room for yourself.

Seeing Yue Yibai lost in thought, Zhuang Daozhong then gave some explanations.

Think about it, if Su Ji has been selling noodles and fried rice at noon like this, what should we do with the ingredients for the evening?

Also, do you see if anyone is still coming in for lunch now?

Asked by Mr. Zhuang, the two brothers Yue Qingsong and Yue Yibai took a look and found that no one came in for lunch.

Especially after 2:30, there are basically a few sporadic people coming.

After all, Yue Qingsong was old, and had also studied and worked in the city, so he understood what Mr. Zhuang meant.

I understand that instead of wasting the time after noon for a few sporadic guests, it is better to rest after lunch time, and then free up time to prepare for the evening, which can make the dinner more complete.

Zhuang Daozhong nodded: Yes, that's the truth.

Shi Jinbin added: When I was in Suji, the master didn't open until after six o'clock.

Yue Yibo asked curiously: Is it going to be that late?

Yue Qingsong helped to answer: After six o'clock, it's almost time for dinner.

Yue Yibo then asked again: What about now?

Coincidentally, Feng Yifan came out of the back kitchen at this time, and replied with a smile: Now we start at five o'clock in the afternoon, but basically the guests come around six o'clock.

When Yue Yibo saw Feng Yifan coming out, he immediately said, Brother Yifan, your bowl of noodles is really delicious.

Feng Yifan smiled and asked back: Did you ever eat the noodles made by grandma when you were at my house?

Yue Yibo was stunned for a moment, scratching his head in embarrassment: Brother Yifan, I have forgotten the taste of the noodles made by grandma.

In fact, this is not surprising, Yue Yibo's original grade was still a bit younger after all.

Yue Qingsong accepted his younger brother's words at this time, and said seriously: Yes, I feel that it is the same as grandma's cooking when I eat it. Yifan, you really did not disappoint grandma.

Hearing Fa Xiao mentioned grandma, and hearing Fa Xiao's novel, he did not let grandma down, Feng Yifan suddenly felt a little sad.

Oh, it's a pity that grandma didn't see her.

Such a sentence is full of nostalgia for grandma.

The atmosphere in the restaurant also seemed to freeze all of a sudden.

Su Ruoxi walked to her husband's side, stretched out her hand and gently stroked his arm, comforting her husband silently.

Under the warm comfort of his wife, Feng Yifan quickly adjusted his mood.

Then, Feng Yifan smiled and said to Yue Qingsong: Qingsong, have you seen my daughter? How is it? Do you think my daughter is cuter than your son?

When Yue Qingsong heard this, he was taken aback for a moment, then he regained his composure and said, Is this comparable?

Feng Yifan smiled again and asked, Why is there no comparison?

Yue Qingsong said a little depressed: You also said that my family is a son, and my son is about to go to middle school, so how can there be anything cute?

Feng Yifan laughed: Hahaha, that's still my daughter is cute.

Su Ruoxi was also amused by her husband, and reached out to pat him lightly: Is there anyone who keeps praising your daughter like this? Then why didn't you come out and go upstairs to put your daughter to sleep?

After lunch, coaxing the three little girls Feng Ruoruo, Yang Xiaoxi and Chen Yaofei to sleep was indeed a difficult task.

Because it wasn't in the kindergarten, the three little girls were playing a little crazy in the restaurant, so they didn't feel sleepy at all.

Although he went upstairs obediently, it was really not that simple to let them sleep.

After a long period of coaxing, the three little girls were finally allowed to sleep obediently.

Hearing what his wife said, Feng Yifan put his arms around her and said, Actually, I don't want to sleep at noon, so let them play downstairs for a while, and sleep well together at night.

Su Ruoxi scolded: You are just spoiling your daughter, you can rely on her for everything, but your daughter has a bad habit because of you, I see what you can do.

Hearing Su Ruoxi's reproachful words, everyone laughed along with them, feeling that Feng Yifan really doted on his daughter too much. But no one will feel that there is anything wrong.

Yue Qingsong said a little unconvinced at this time: Don't be complacent, my second child is about to be born, and I will definitely have a daughter who is not inferior to your Ruoruo's cutest daughter.

Feng Yifan asked with a smile, You knew it was your daughter?

Yue Qingsong said seriously: It must be, one son and one daughter, just right.

Feng Yifan smiled and said: You really dare to think, then I can only wish you...

Speaking of this, Yue Qingsong intentionally paused, seeing Feng Yifan paused, he instantly became nervous, and even stared at him with wide eyes.

There is a kind of attitude that if you dare to talk nonsense, you will go up and do your best.

The others also looked at Feng Yifan strangely.

After a pause, Feng Yifan finally said, Don't be nervous, I'm going to wish you all your wishes come true.

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