Hardcore Chef Dad

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Feng Yifan tactfully refused, but Zhang Xueping didn't understand it very well, he didn't even ask his father any more, he just begged directly.

Master, I will really study hard. I really don't do it on a whim, nor do I want to be cool. I just think that I can learn a lot from you.

Feng Yifan then asked: Then why don't you want to learn from your father?

Being asked this question, Zhang Xueping turned his head and glanced at his father.

When Zhang Xueping hesitated, a young diner in the restaurant said, Boss, do you still need to ask? He must think his father is not as good as you.

Then some other diners also booed a little.

That's right, Chef Feng, you are the best.

Well, I also think that Chef Feng must be better. If you want to learn, of course you have to learn from the best.

Everyone calls you Uncle Master, Chef Feng, you can accept his child.

Facing the booing of the diners in the restaurant, and looking forward to Zhang Xueping.

Feng Yifan asked him still very calmly: I want to hear your answer. Do you have the same idea as everyone here? Do you think I am better than your father?

After all, Zhang Xueping is a child, under Feng Yifan's repeated questioning, he still said affirmatively: Yes, I just think you are more powerful, uncle.

Feng Yifan nodded and said directly: If that's the case, then you definitely don't want to learn how to cook well.

Hearing Feng Yifan's conclusion, not to mention Zhang Xueping, even the young diners in the restaurant were very puzzled. Why did Feng Yifan come to such a conclusion?

Most of the elderly diners in the restaurant understood the meaning of Feng Yifan's conclusion.

Zhang Xueping hesitated for a moment, and said, Master, why do you say that I don't want to study hard?

Feng Yifan walked two steps into Zhang Xueping, bowed his head down and stared at Zhang Xueping's eyes with very sharp eyes, which made Zhang Xueping a little scared.

After looking at it for a while, Feng Yifan said: Because you think I am better than your father, so you want to learn from me. The fundamental reason is that you think learning from me can satisfy you in front of your classmates and those who have seen me. In front of video people, to show your uniqueness.

Then you can use the name of my apprentice, get the envious eyes of your classmates, those video viewers, and even the young diners in my restaurant, and gain a psychological satisfaction.

Feng Yifan's words stunned Zhang Xueping.

The young diners in the restaurant who were booing before felt that these words were very harsh.

And the young diner finally understood why Feng Yifan came to a conclusion and refused to teach Zhang Xueping.

Feng Yifan looked at the big boy with doubts and deep dissatisfaction.

He reached out and patted the big boy on the shoulder, and said very seriously: If you want to learn to cook, you really want to be a good cook beyond me and your father, then first of all you don't have to choose a good teacher, you first have to be a good cook. Know where a cook should start.

Looking at Zhang Xueping seriously, Feng Yifan continued: Son, don't be fooled by those fancy things. If you really want to learn, you can start tomorrow and go to your father's restaurant and watch it in the back kitchen. Take a look at your father's work every day.

Zhang Fenglin stood aside, watching Feng Yifan teach his son.

As a father, at this moment Zhang Fenglin was not only shocked, but also grateful to Feng Yifan.

After all, as a father, Zhang Fenglin still dotes on his son.

That's why when his son made it clear that he wanted to learn cooking from Feng Yifan, or even said that he thought he was inferior to Feng Yifan, he would still use his eyes to send a request signal to Feng Yifan.

Zhang Fenglin didn't want to disappoint his son, he didn't even care about his son belittling him.

After listening to Feng Yifan's teaching, Zhang Fenglin reflected on himself in his heart,

I discovered the problem of doting on my son.

If Feng Yifan agreed to Zhang Xueping today, maybe one day in the future, Zhang Xueping will also walk on a path similar to that of Zhang Fenglin back then.

Because Zhang Xueping learned cooking from Feng Yifan, he might start to become complacent, and would use Feng Yifan's name to show off outside, and even embark on a road of bluffing and deceiving.

When it really came to that time, I am afraid that even if Zhang Fenglin regretted it, it would be too late.

So Zhang Fenglin is grateful to Feng Yifan at this moment.

As Feng Yifan said to Zhang Xueping, if he really wants to learn how to cook and is also interested in cooking, he should first go to Zhang Fenglin's shop and take a serious look in the back kitchen every day.

There is no need to learn, just stand aside and watch how hard it is in the kitchen every day.

After understanding the hard work and boring of the back kitchen, I can still maintain the heart of learning to cook.

At that time, Zhang Xueping might not have begged to worship Feng Yifan as his teacher.

Because for cooking, the first thing is to practice the basic skills solidly, and to practice the basic skills, you don't need to choose a famous chef as a master, but you need to work hard yourself and endure hardships.

Zhang Xueping was a little disappointed, because the idol was right in front of him, but he failed to learn from his teacher.

Zhang Fenglin stepped forward and patted his son on the shoulder: Okay, don't be discouraged. Your uncle is also a master chef, a top-level chef, and a five-star chef abroad. In the future, you really want to learn to cook. Waiting for you I will let your uncle accept you as a teacher from Dad.

Hearing what his father said, Zhang Xueping suddenly recovered, looked at his father and asked, Really?

Zhang Fenglin smiled and rubbed his son's head: Silly boy, when did your father lie to you? You will be your uncle, the advanced master, just like in those games you play. At the end of the level, the ultimate big boss in the level.

Hearing what his father said, Zhang Xueping said cheerfully: Dad, you are really getting more and more trendy, and you still know how to advance levels and the ultimate boss?

Seeing the father and son talking and laughing, Xue Wei secretly let go of her hanging heart.

After all, the mother spends more time with her son, so the mother also understands her son's personality better.

Sometimes Zhang Xueping's personality is still a little bit extreme.

So after Feng Yifan refused, Xue Wei was really a little worried, would her son make a fuss in the restaurant, and everyone would be unable to get off the stage in the end?

Fortunately, Feng Yifan is really a good teacher, he can explain the big truth in a simple way.

In addition, Zhang Fenglin used his son's favorite things to have an intimate interaction with his son, and the atmosphere suddenly became active.

Feng Yifan also smiled and said: Well, since you all regard me as the ultimate boss, I am looking forward to it. One day, Zhang Xueping, you can defeat me, the big devil.

Zhang Xueping also looked at Feng Yifan with a smile and said: Okay uncle, we have agreed, I will definitely work hard, and I will defeat you in the future.

Some elderly diners in the restaurant applauded and praised when they heard this.

Well, the boss is really a good teacher.

Chef Feng not only cooks well, but also has a lot of experience in educating children.

Hehehe, treating Chef Feng as the ultimate big boss, the big devil, I'm afraid it will be a bit difficult for you to pass this level.

Cheer up, young man. Where there is a will, there is a way. It depends on human effort.

Work hard, we can expect you to defeat this ultimate devil.

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Although most people don't believe that Zhang Xueping will really be able to defeat Feng Yifan one day, but he is still a child after all, so he needs to be encouraged enough.

Zhang Xueping was naturally very happy, and he turned around and bowed to everyone to thank him.

After all this, Feng Yifan found that the chicken porridge served was a bit cold, so he took it in and warmed it up.

Send it back again, along with the family's dinner.

Feng Ruoruo was very happy when she saw the dinner prepared by her father, because the dinner she had with Yang Xiaoxi and Chen Yaofei was different from everyone else's.

The dinner of the three little girls is the omelet rice specially made by the father.

Not only is the rice wrapped in an egg pancake, but also the fried rice specially prepared by my father is also very different.

When Zhang Xueping saw the small omelet rice on the plates of the three little girls, he couldn't help but look envious.

Of course, apart from Zhang Xueping, there seems to be no diner in the restaurant who would not be envious.

In particular, the three little girls broke open the egg bun with a spoon, and the delicious fried rice appeared inside, which made everyone salivate and wanted to taste it.

However, this is what the father gave to his daughter, so outsiders must not be able to taste it.

Not to mention Zhang Xueping and the diners, even the adults of the three families couldn't eat the omelet rice served by the three girls.

When Feng Yifan made it for the three little girls, on the basis of the traditional chicken, he also added various vegetables, some small beef pieces, and some great fungi, and reduced the amount of food, using more A lot of vegetables, meat and fungi are filling.

In this way, the omelet rice for the three little girls is not only delicious, but also very balanced in nutrition.

Zhang Maosheng watched the eldest grandson staring at the little girls' omelet rice, and tapped the big bowl of chicken porridge.

Pingping, try this porridge, it's not bad.

Zhang Xueping turned around a little unwillingly, glanced at the porridge in the big bowl, and couldn't help muttering: Isn't it just plain porridge? Could it be something special?

Zhang Maosheng filled a small bowl for his eldest grandson, put it in front of his grandson and said, Come, have a taste.

Although Zhang Xueping was not very happy, he still took it in the end. He scooped up a spoonful of porridge with a spoon, looked at it carefully in front of him, and finally put the small spoonful of porridge into his mouth.

When this small spoonful of porridge entered his mouth, Zhang Xueping was shocked by the taste of the chicken porridge.

Then he chewed the porridge slowly, and Zhang Xueping was once again amazed by the delicate thing that looked like rice grains.

After taking a bite, Zhang Xueping hardly hesitated, and quickly started eating bite by bite. He quickly ate a small bowl, and then he filled another bowl for himself.

After serving it, Zhang Xueping looked at his grandfather and asked, Grandpa, isn't this porridge white porridge?

Zhang Maosheng said with a smile: Of course it's not white porridge, this is called chicken porridge.

Zhang Xueping was a little strange: Chicken porridge? Is it made of chicken soup?

Zhang Maosheng nodded: Yes, it is made of chicken soup, and then there is chicken.

Zhang Xueping was even more surprised: Is there any more chicken?

After scooping up the porridge and eating two mouthfuls, Zhang Xueping asked strangely, Didn't you eat any chicken?

Zhang Maosheng laughed immediately: Hahaha, every bite you eat is chicken, don't you realize that the rice grains in the porridge are not actually rice grains?

Zhang Xueping scooped up a spoon and looked carefully, then suddenly thought of something.

Grandpa, you mean, the rice grains, it, they are made of chicken?

Seeing that the eldest grandson understood, Zhang Maosheng nodded: Yes, this chicken porridge is the chicken breast meat that is made into flowing chicken fluff, then boiled in chicken soup to look like rice grains, and finally made into porridge.

Zhang Xueping quickly ate two more bites: This is amazing, I am really a rice grain.

Zhang Maosheng continued: This is the power of chicken porridge. It completely breaks the fiber of chicken and reassembles it in another way.

Having said that, Zhang Maosheng picked up a leftover pomegranate bag that was already a little bit cold, and put it into his grandson's bowl.

This way, wrap the pomegranate in the chicken porridge to warm it up, and then you eat it together, it tastes great.

There were two pomegranate bags left, Zhang Maosheng picked one for his eldest grandson, and put the remaining one in his own bowl.

With his previous experience, Zhang Xueping knew that the method his grandfather said must be delicious, so he followed his grandfather's example and let the pomegranate bag soak in the chicken porridge for a while.

Then, imitating my grandfather, I picked up the pomegranate bag slightly with chopsticks.

The pomegranate bag was already covered with chicken porridge, so I put it on my mouth and took a bite.

The pomegranate bun dipped in chicken porridge was bitten into the mouth, and the soup in the pomegranate bun soon appeared, and it was eaten together with the chicken porridge outside, plus the egg skin and filling, and a complex taste exploded in the mouth instantly.

What Zhang Xueping eats is a real umami taste, just like eating the whole life of a chicken at this moment.

Eggs, chicken porridge, some chicken in the stuffing, and two kinds of chicken soup inside and outside, this compound taste really makes Zhang Xueping feel like his tongue is blooming.

The delicious taste is simply irresistible.

The grandfather and grandson are very similar, eating chicken porridge and pomegranate buns in the bowl.

After eating everything together, they leaned on the chairs together and sighed. This moment is really very comfortable.

Seeing the appearance of the grandpa and grandson, Zhang Fenglin and his wife also looked at each other and smiled. At this moment, the couple also felt that the grandpa and grandson were really too similar, and this kind of resemblance was really very interesting.

Leaning on the chair and enjoying it for a while, Zhang Xueping turned to look at the three little girls who were eating omelet rice. Suddenly, I couldn't help but said to the little girls: The pomegranate buns I ate just now were dipped in chicken porridge. It tastes very, very delicious. It must be better than your omelet rice.

Originally, Zhang Xueping wanted to show off to his three younger sisters.

Unexpectedly, Feng Ruoruo raised her head and said, Everything my father cooks is delicious.

One sentence left Zhang Xueping speechless.

The diners at the adjacent table smiled and said, Hahaha, how about it? You show off to other little girls, but what you eat is made by other people's father. If they want to eat, why don't they prepare it in minutes?

Zhang Xueping's face flushed instantly when he was told this, and he lowered his head and was speechless for a while.