Hardcore Chef Dad

When it was time to eat in the morning, Su Ruoxi glared at her husband before she sat down. After sitting down, she, who was sitting next to her husband, even touched his waist quietly, and pinched him unceremoniously.

Su Ruoxi grasped the timing very well, just when her husband passed the emerald siu mai to her daughter.

Feng Yifan, who was in pain, held back and dared not make a sound, but kept a smile on his face and put the siu mai in his daughter's bowl.

Come on, Ruoruo's favorite Emerald Shaomai, dad used grandma's food today, so today's Emerald Shaomai is greener, come and taste it.

Put it away for his daughter, and after saying these words, Feng Yifan quickly reached out to touch his wife's hand on his waist.

Su Ruoxi insisted on pinching the flesh and did not let go. Her husband touched his hand, but she still looked at her husband with a smile.

Feng Yifan gently stroked his wife's hand, kept smiling and looked at his wife begging for mercy.

But Su Ruoxi didn't seem to notice, instead she turned her head away and talked to her mother-in-law: Mom, you and Dad are really comfortable here, and it's so quiet at night. I slept well last night.

Lu Cuiling responded with a smile: It must be quiet at night in the countryside, but in the morning the rooster crows a little early in the village, did it disturb you?

Su Ruoxi turned her head to look at her husband and said, No, the crowing didn't disturb me, otherwise how could Ruoruo wake me up?

While saying this, Su Ruoxi's hand on her husband's waist increased her strength again.

Obviously, she could easily guess that it must be her husband who asked her daughter to wake her up.

Feng Yifan was in pain again, especially when his wife pinched a little bit of flesh, it was a bit too painful, so he could only approach his wife's ear and beg for mercy in a low voice: My wife, I was wrong, please forgive me.

Hearing her husband begging for mercy, Su Ruoxi finally let go. Satisfied: Okay, let's eat, eat, eat, we have to go to the vegetable garden with our parents to play.

Feng Ruoruo raised her little hand and cheered, Okay, let's go to the vegetable garden.

Lu Cuiling smiled and said, Yes, we'll set off when we're full. We'll take Ruoruo, mom and grandpa with us, and then let dad buy vegetables for us to cook at home.

Feng Ruoruo immediately exclaimed after hearing this: Ah, isn't dad going?

Grandma smiled and said: Dad is cooking at home,

Otherwise, when I come back at noon, I will have nothing to eat.

Feng Ruoruo pursed her mouth and said, But Ruoruo wants Dad to go with her.

Grandpa thought for a while and said, Well, let's all go together, and then let Dad go to buy vegetables first, and then we will continue to play in the vegetable garden for a while before coming back, okay?

Grandpa's arrangement satisfied the little granddaughter: Okay, Dad will go with us, and then we will go shopping and cooking.

Su Ruoxi said to her daughter: Okay, Dad has agreed to go together, so hurry up and have a good meal.

Feng Ruoruo immediately began to sit down and eat obediently.

While the family was eating, there was a knock on the door outside.

Feng Yifan got up and walked over to open the door.

It was Yue Qihao, Yue Qingsong's son, who was standing at the door panting.

Seeing the boy standing at the door, Feng Yifan was also a little surprised: You came here alone? Did you tell your grandma and parents?

Yue Qihao tried hard to calm himself down, and then replied: Uncle Feng, I, am I not late?

Feng Yifan was a little dumbfounded, and greeted the boy to come in: No, you come in first, have you eaten yet?

Yue Qihao followed Feng Yifan into the door, saw the people sitting around the table eating under the persimmon tree in the small courtyard, and seeing the various breakfasts on the table, he couldn't help swallowing.

Seeing this, Feng Yifan smiled and said, Haven't you eaten yet? Come and sit down and eat together.

At the same time that her husband greeted the boy who came to sit down, Su Ruoxi had already gone to the kitchen to bring new bowls and chopsticks.

Lu Cuiling asked a little strangely: Haohao, why did you come here alone?

Yue Qihao replied: Grandma Lu, I was afraid it would be late in the morning, so I ran here alone.

Feng Jiandong laughed and said, You child, why are you so late? It's still early, and your dad probably hasn't woken up yet?

Yue Qihao turned to look at Grandpa Feng and said, That's right, Grandpa Feng, my dad hasn't gotten up yet.

Su Ruoxi took out the bowls and chopsticks and put them in front of the boy and said, Okay, let's eat first, you are so tired from running here, Ruoruo hurry up and thank you brother for running here early in the morning.

Feng Ruoruo put down the spoon in his hand and said, Thank you brother Haohao.

Yue Qihao waved his hand: No, you're welcome.

Then, Yue Qihao picked up the chopsticks and looked at the various breakfasts on the table, but he was a little at a loss as to what to do.

Because no matter the steamed stuffed buns or siu mai on the table, they all looked like he had never seen before, and each of them looked very good-looking.

Seeing Yue Qihao sitting down, staring at the pretty pastries on the table, he didn't make any movement for a long time.

Su Ruoxi smiled and said to her daughter: Ruoruo, do you want to recommend brother Haohao?

When Feng Ruoruo heard what her mother said, she immediately introduced it to her brother: Brother Haohao, look, this is my father's siu mai. The green one is called Emerald siu mai. This is my father's steamed stuffed bun. You can eat it. You can also eat steamed buns.”

After hearing Feng Ruoruo's introduction, Yue Qihao was stunned for a moment, and then raised the chopsticks in his hand. He first picked up a siu mai.

Feng Ruoruo saw it and immediately said: Brother Haohao, that siu mai is delicious, Ruoruo also likes it, you can try it quickly, Dad used the food from grandma's house, it's even better.

Yue Qihao listened to it for a long time, then he picked up Jadeite Shaomai, put it to his mouth, and took a big bite.

After taking this bite, when Yue Qihao chewed it slowly, he found that the siu mai was sweet.

But this sweet taste is not so greasy, on the contrary, it makes Yue Qihao feel delicious.

After eating what was in his mouth, Yue Qihao didn't hesitate, and continued to eat with his mouth open, completely devouring one siu mai in two bites.

After eating, Yue Qihao licked his lips and said, This siu mai is really delicious.

Feng Ruoruo said with a smile: Of course, my father's cooking must be delicious. Brother Haohao, you can try my father's steamed buns again.

Then, Yue Qihao tried to pick up a bun with his chopsticks.

But the buns are quite big, Yue Qihao couldn't pick them up with chopsticks.

Seeing this, Feng Jiandong said: Eat with your hands, and eat at home, you don't have to be so polite.

With Feng Jiandong's words, Yue Qihao was also blunt and reached out to take it.

But the moment he stretched out his hand, he was stopped by Lu Cuiling.

Wait a minute, Xiaohao, why are your hands so dirty? You are not afraid of getting sick while eating? Hurry up and wash your hands.

Yue Qihao looked at his hand, and quickly took it back, feeling a little embarrassed.

I, when I ran over, I touched the wall outside.

It turned out that on the way Yue Qihao ran here in the morning, because he ran too fast, every time he turned a corner, he would reach out and press the corner wall to provide a little buffer.

So running all the way here, my hands are covered in ashes.

The boy was still very obedient and went to wash his hands seriously.

When he came back again, he reached out and grabbed a big bun.

At this time, the steamed stuffed bun was no longer hot, Yue Qihao smelled it first, and felt that it didn't have any special smell, then he opened his mouth wide and took a bite.

After taking this bite, Yue Qihao instantly felt that the bun was different.

The skin of the bun was so soft that Yue Qihao felt as soft as eating cotton candy.

Moreover, the skin of the bun was very thin, and the filling was already bitten into it with one bite. There was still soup in the filling, and Yue Qihao's mouth was covered with it.

I took a few sips, sucked the soup into my mouth, and wiped my mouth carefully with the bun skin.

Then Yue Qihao began to chew the bun in his mouth.

Very meaty, with some vegetable flavours.

Usually, Yue Qihao didn't like to eat vegetables. Every time he made steamed buns at home, he always clamored to eat meaty steamed stuffed buns, and he almost didn't eat vegetable steamed stuffed buns.

But today, this big bun contains not only meat, but also vegetables.

If it was made at home, Yue Qihao would definitely not like it, he just likes to eat pure meat buns.

But now that he took a bite of the steamed stuffed bun, he suddenly felt that vegetable steamed stuffed bun was delicious too.

There was not much rest, and he took a big mouth, took about five or six mouthfuls, and ate the big bun on his hand.

After eating the steamed stuffed bun, Yue Qihao also unceremoniously reached out for the second one again.

Feng Ruoruo was surprised when he saw it and said, Ah, can brother Haohao eat that much? Ruoruo is enough to hold half a bun each time.

Su Jinrong said with a smile: Because Ruoruo is young and Ruoruo is a girl, you eat less, but your brother Haohao is an older child and a boy, so he will eat more. Brother Haohao, you must eat enough in the morning.

Yue Qihao also grabbed it, and continued to munch on the bun in his hand.

At this moment, the boy really felt that the steamed stuffed bun was really delicious.

Whether it was the buns made by his grandma and mother, or the buns sold at the bun shop in the village, none of them were as delicious as the buns he ate today.

After Yue Qihao ate the buns, Su Ruoxi served him another bowl of small wontons.

Feng Ruoruo immediately introduced, Brother Haohao, this is my father's wonton. It's also delicious. You should try it soon.

Feng Yifan said with a smile: I didn't prepare well this morning, and I didn't make a good chicken soup. Today's wonton soup is not very good. You can just let it go.

Feng Ruoruo immediately stood up for her father: Dad, Ruoruo thinks it's delicious.

Su Ruoxi smiled and said, In the eyes of your father's little fan girl, what does your father do that don't taste good?

Feng Ruoruo nodded with a smile: Everything you cook is delicious.

Yue Qihao looked at the small wontons in the bowl. It was the first time he had seen such thin-skinned small wontons. There were also various ingredients in the soup in the bowl, which looked very rich and delicious.

When the boy was about to start eating, a voice sounded behind him: I still said, why did you disappear so early in the morning? It turns out that you ran to your Grandpa Feng and Grandma Lu to grab a meal, right? Eat your uncle Feng's breakfast, what about grandma and mother's cooking?

Hearing the voice, Yue Qihao turned around and saw his father standing at the door.

Seeing his father coming in, the boy was also a little embarrassed, he lowered his head and didn't even dare to eat wontons.

Feng Ruoruo said hello to Uncle Yue who entered the door: Hi, Uncle Yue, don't talk about brother, Uncle Yue, my brother came here so early in the morning to take Ruoruo to play in the vegetable garden, breakfast made by grandma and aunt, Uncle Yue You can eat it.

After hearing what his daughter said, Feng Yifan smiled and said to Yue Qingsong who entered the door: Look, my daughter speaks so well. It's not impossible for your son to come to our house for breakfast. You can eat the food cooked at home. Why bother your child? Woolen cloth.

After hearing this, Yue Qingsong pretended not to be happy and said, Hey, Feng Yifan, what do you mean? You mean my mother and my wife's cooking is not as good as yours?

Feng Yifan could naturally see that his friend was pretending to be angry, so he immediately smiled and said: Look, Haohao eats so happily, you know that of course I cook delicious food, and I can't blame my aunt and younger siblings for this, let alone you The elders don't know how to cook at all.

With such words, Yue Qingsong was a little speechless.

After being stunned for a long time, Yue Qingsong could only smile wryly and said, Well, I'm definitely no match for a chef like you, and I didn't say that I wouldn't let my son come over for breakfast, but I just thought he would go out in the morning, so he should tell us something , Mom and I didn't get up, you can tell grandma.

Yue Qihao finally understood why his father was unhappy when he came over.

The boy also quickly stood up, turned around and said to his father, Dad, I'm sorry.

Yue Qingsong patted his son's head and said, Okay, sit down and eat, kid. If you think about coming and taking your sister to play in the vegetable garden, you keep your word. This is commendable, but remember to eat it next time. , when you run out, you must tell grandma.

Yue Qihao agreed: I know Dad.

Feng Yifan saw Yue Qingsong standing aside watching, so he made an invitation: Why don't you sit down too and have some food?

Yue Qingsong was obviously waiting for this sentence, and quickly agreed: Okay, then I will not be polite.

Hearing this, everyone immediately laughed, and Feng Jiandong said, Hurry up and sit down and eat, Ruoxi, go and serve Qingsong a bowl of wontons.

Su Ruoxi stood up, went to the kitchen to get new bowls and chopsticks, and served Yue Qingsong a bowl of wontons.

Although Yue Qingsong had eaten at home, he was still a little surprised to see this bowl of small wontons.

This, this little wonton, isn't it the kind that grandma made for us when she was alive? Grandma said it seems to be called crepe small wonton.

Seeing that Fa Xiao still remembered, Feng Yifan said, Yes, it's the small crepe ravioli that grandma used to make.

Speaking of this, Feng Yifan and Yue Qingsong looked at each other. These two friends who are now fathers began to miss Feng Yifan's grandmother again.

Now that I think about it, maybe Feng Yifan can become a top chef because of his grandma's influence somewhere.

Because Feng Yifan's grandma was really good at cooking.

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