Hardcore Chef Dad

After watching Su Liancheng leave, Su Jinrong slowly turned his head and glanced into the small restaurant. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of his son-in-law walking towards the back of the kitchen. He was still confident in keeping the old plaque of Su Ji.

The sudden arrival of this nephew still gave Su Jinrong a slightly different idea.

Was it sent by Su Lanxin?

Deliberately come to inquire about Su Ji's current craftsmanship?

Are you going to find a way to target Su Ji's current craftsmanship?

Or do you want to see if Su Ji is no longer enough?

With a lot of thoughts churning in his mind, Su Jinrong wasn't much annoyed at this time, on the contrary, he was very calm.

After suffering a stroke, in fact, although Su Jinrong had difficulty moving and speaking more laboriously during this period, his brain was extremely active.

During this period of time, after constant self-examination, Su Jinrong also realized some of his own problems.

Perhaps before Feng Yifan's son-in-law came back, Su Jinrong still had the will to compete with his sister.

A kind of resentment towards my sister, thinking that even if I risk my life, I can't let my sister get this old plaque handed down by the ancestors.

But since Feng Yifan came back, the two and a half days of getting along with each other made Su Jinrong's hatred suddenly indifferent, and he watched his daughter and son-in-law busy every day.

Especially under the supervision of his son-in-law, Su Ji, an old restaurant, not only resumed business.

In addition to the original old diners, many new diners were also attracted, which really made Su Jinrong look at his son-in-law with admiration.

What benefits Su Jinrong the most is the attitude of his son-in-law towards life today.

He is no longer the fussy boy who blindly pursues interests and is very utilitarian, and his body reveals a taste of everyone.

It is possible to close at the most prosperous time of the Old Street Night Market, just to visit the night market with his wife, daughter, and the old man Su Jinrong who can't stand up.

For this alone, Su Jinrong also believes that it is himself, and I am afraid that he may not be able to do it with determination.

You know, Su Ji has only resumed business, and now the night market is the best time for business in the old street.

But Feng Yifan was able to put money aside without making any money, close the door in an unusually wayward manner, and then take his family out to the night market.

Su Jinrong suffered from stroke and hemiplegia, but he was not stupid. Seeing the smiles on his daughter and granddaughter made him feel a lot more relaxed. Last night, he seriously recalled the past for the first time in many years.

After thinking about it carefully, Su Jinrong suddenly realized that he had always thought that Feng Yifan was mercenary.

But why isn't he himself?

Last night, when Su Jinrong was lying in bed and thinking about the past, he suddenly realized that the happiest time was when his family went to the night market together last night.

For the rest of Su Jinrong's life, he spent almost all of his time in Su Ji's kitchen.

So after last night's reflection, Su Jinrong seemed to open his heart all of a sudden.

Just now when Su Jinrong saw his sister's son, the other party bowed to him and called him Uncle.

Before, Su Jinrong might be very excited, but now he is very calm, just analyzing the other party's real intention in his heart.

At the end of the analysis, Su Jinrong naturally thought of his son-in-law and the words before his nephew left. The corners of his stiff mouth twitched slightly, and his heart was full of trust in his son-in-law.

After Su Liancheng led the secretary out of the old street and got into the car, Su Liancheng warned the secretary who was driving very directly.

You are not allowed to tell my mother about coming to Suji for dinner.

The secretary naturally nodded and agreed: You know Mr. Su.

After a short pause, after starting the car, the secretary couldn't help but ask: Mr. Su, your uncle's son-in-law is really as good as you said in the restaurant?

During the secretary's questioning,

It was obvious that he showed some disbelief, and he was not so optimistic about Feng Yifan's craftsmanship.

Su Liancheng, who was sitting in the car, sighed and said, I'm afraid it is even higher than the evaluation I gave. My cousin-in-law may be a real master.

The secretary was surprised when he heard it, and after thinking about it, he asked in a low voice, Could it be, better than...

After speaking for half a sentence, the secretary did not dare to say the last half.

But Su Liancheng knew what the secretary meant, and said seriously: I can tell you responsibly, even if my dad comes, Dan fried rice and Yifu noodles are absolutely incomparable.

The secretary was completely shocked. He knew very well that the father of Mr. Su was the head chef of a chain restaurant under the Catering Group.

It can be said that the selection and training of chefs in chain restaurants around the world, as well as the launch of each dish, are all checked by Mr. Su’s father.

And the secretary also knew that Su Liancheng's father was said to be the senior brother of Su Ji's apoplexy boss.

He is the real master of Su Ji's former master and the top chef who participated in the real master of the state banquet.

But Su Liancheng actually said that even if his father came in person, the fried rice and Yifu noodles would definitely not be as good as the son-in-law who is currently in charge of Su Ji?

Seeing the secretary fell silent, Su Liancheng probably knew what the secretary was thinking, and said solemnly, You must think it's incredible? Or do you think I'm exaggerating too much?

The secretary didn't hide it. He nodded and said the truth: Yes, Mr. Su, do you really think your father can't compare?

Su Liancheng smiled and said, Do you know how the broken gold fried rice in our chain restaurants is fried?

The secretary naturally shook his head, because he was only Su Liancheng's personal secretary, and he had never been in the kitchen of a chain restaurant, let alone fried rice.

Su Liancheng sighed before continuing: In our restaurant's broken gold fried rice, we scramble eggs first, then add rice and stir-fry, because we can't control the degree of egg flocculent, so we can only flocculate the egg first. Form.

The secretary felt a little dizzy when he heard it. In the mind of the secretary, he still admired Mr. Su's family.

Su Liancheng's parents started from scratch and founded today's multinational restaurant group, with chain restaurants all over the world.

What the secretary admired most was that Su Liancheng's father made some changes to the oriental dishes, making them rich in the beauty of the east and the west, and the artistic beauty was on par with the western dishes.

From the secretary's point of view, Su Liancheng's father was a top-notch chef, and there should not be many others in the country.

But now after hearing Su Liancheng's evaluation of Feng Yifan, the secretary couldn't accept it. A cook who seemed to be in his thirties could surpass Su Liancheng's father in cooking.

Fortunately, Su Liancheng then added: Although his fried rice and Yifu noodles are indeed excellent, these two alone should not be enough to threaten us.

This sentence made the secretary feel a lot better, and he put a smile on his face again: That's for sure, so you don't have to worry about Mr. Su.

Su Liancheng didn't respond, leaning on the seat in the back row and closing his eyes, he seemed to be still reminiscing about the taste of the bowl of chicken soup Yifu noodles.

The secretary quietly drove the car to their real destination today, a very famous restaurant in Huaicheng, Fujinglou.