Hardcore Chef Dad

Feng Ruoruo, who was going to sneak into the back kitchen quietly with a good friend, looked at the person who suddenly stopped them in surprise.

The talking aunt seems to have seen it yesterday. She came to the restaurant yesterday to eat, why is she here again today? And go to the kitchen.

In such an important place as the back kitchen, how can others be allowed to enter casually?

Except for grandfather, father, mother and Ruoruo, no one else is allowed to enter.

Of course, with the exception of Yang Xiaoxi and Chen Yaofei, the two of them wanted to go in with Ruoruo to watch their father cook, so they could go in, but these uncles and aunts would definitely not go in.

Thinking of this, Feng Ruoruo said seriously, You can't go in.

He Yaqian couldn't help but ask, Why can't you go in? Can't you all go in?

Feng Ruoruo looked at each other, then said to her two good friends, Xixi and Feifei, I let them in, they are children, so they can go in if allowed.

You are all adults, so you have to ask your grandfather, parents to agree before you can go in.

Meng Shitong and the others looked at each other in dismay, and for a while there was no way to refute the little girl's words.

Several adults did not expect that the little girl actually gave a perfect logic, so that they could not argue at all.

According to Feng Ruoruo's logic, the child must pass through Feng Ruoruo's permission to enter. Then adults naturally have to ask adults to allow them to enter, not like children.

After being stunned for a while, the photographer A Fei couldn't help laughing and said, Is it over? We four adults didn't talk about a child for a long time.

He Yaqian looked angry, but she really couldn't find anything to refute Feng Ruoruo's words.

In the end, Meng Shitong smiled helplessly and said, Well, let's not go in first, can you ask the little beauty Feng Ruoruo to go in and ask your father, can we go in and shoot him cooking?

Feng Ruoruo asked strangely, Are you going to film my dad cooking?

He Yaqian said quickly: Yes, we are going to film your father cooking, and then make a video, publish it on the Internet, and promote your restaurant, so that your family will have many, many guests.

Feng Ruoruo's eyes lit up when she heard it, and she couldn't help thinking: If there are a lot of guests coming to eat, then it will definitely make a lot of money.

But thinking of this, Feng Ruoruo looked at Meng Shitong and the others with some vigilance, and asked cautiously, Then are you going to ask my grandfather and my parents for money?

After being asked this, Meng Shitong and the others looked at each other again, as if they did not expect the little girl to ask such a question.

He Yaqian was stunned for a moment and couldn't help muttering: I can't tell, the little girl is still a little money fan, and she's worried about us collecting money.

Feng Ruoruo heard He Yaqian's muttering and said seriously, I can't ask for money, my grandfather is ill, and it will cost a lot of money to treat it, so can you stop asking for money?

Speaking of this, the little girl also revealed a pitiful look of prayer in her big watery eyes.

And standing behind Feng Ruoruo, Yang Xiaoxi and Chen Yaofei, two little girls also stood up to help.

Yang Xiaoxi was more daring, and said first, Don't ask Ruoruo's father for money, Ruoruo's grandfather is so ill.

Chen Yaofei echoed in a low voice: Yes, don't ask for money.

Meng Shitong looked at the three little girls, and felt that the most vulnerable place in her heart was hit hard. She really had the urge to cry.

After adjusting his mood, Meng Shitong said seriously: We don't want money, we help to promote it for free.

Feng Ruoruo asked uneasy, Really?

Meng Shitong nodded and replied, Really.

Finally, Feng Ruoruo's small face reappeared with a smile: Well, then, all right, you wait here,

Let's go in and ask my father for you. If my father agrees, you can go in again.

Meng Shitong nodded again: Okay, we'll wait.

Then, Feng Ruoruo pulled two good friends and walked quickly into the back kitchen of Su Ji Restaurant.

It was the first time for Yang Xiaoxi and Chen Yaofei to enter the back kitchen of the restaurant. As soon as they entered the door, they saw a long metal table full of various things.

Then, Feng Ruoruo's father, wearing a white shirt and a dark apron, was standing in front of the stove busy.

Before waiting for the two good friends to recover, Feng Ruoruo directly pulled them both around the long table this time, came to his father's side, and shouted at his busy father.

dad.

Feng Yifan actually knew when his daughter brought her friends in, she already knew that they were entering the door.

But when he heard his daughter calling him, he still pretended to find out, and said in surprise, Ah, all three of you are here?

Feng Ruoruo was surprised to see his father, but also found it very interesting, and said with a smile: Yes, father, the three of us are here to bring you menus, you see, there are three here, and Xixi and Feifei will give you one. Zhang's.

With that said, the three little girls raised the menu in their hands together.

Seeing this, Feng Yifan smiled and said, Hahaha, thank you Ruoruo, Xixi and Feifei for that.

Yang Xiaoxi and Chen Yaofei said in unison, You're welcome, uncle.

Then, under Feng Ruoruo's command, the three girls placed the menus where their father could see them in order. Feng Ruoruo also reached out and took a piece of ginger, and suppressed the menu so that the wind would not blow it away.

Feng Yifan looked at her daughter's careful appearance, and felt warm in her heart, thanking her daughter and her friends with a smile.

Thank you.

Feng Ruoruo went on to say, Dad, there are four uncles and aunts outside. They said they want to come in and film you cooking, and then make it like the one on the Internet to promote grandpa's restaurant.

Chen Yaofei added in a low voice: It's an online video. There are many online now, and my grandparents also watch it sometimes.

When Yang Xiaoxi heard Chen Yaofei's words, she immediately shouted: My father likes to watch that video all day, and my mother also likes to watch it, and sometimes chats with the people in the video.

Chen Yaofei whispered again: The ability to chat is called live broadcast. It is to broadcast what you are doing to others.

After listening to Chen Yaofei's explanation again and again, Feng Yifan found that the three girls really had their own characteristics.

Although today's children know a lot, it is obvious that Chen Yaofei, who is well-behaved, knows more.

As for Yang Xiaoxi, she has a cheerful yet quiet side.

Her daughter Feng Ruoruo is more versatile, cheerful and sensible, but sometimes she also shows a little bit of willfulness.

Of course, in Feng Yifan's father's mind, his daughter is naturally the cutest.

After listening to the three girls, Feng Yifan asked, Then, Ruoruo, Xixi, and Feifei, do you want your uncle's cooking process to be photographed and put on the Internet?

The three little girls looked at each other and didn't seem to expect Feng Yifan to ask them that.

After thinking about it for a while, Feng Ruoruo first said, If you think it's okay, this will let more people know about Grandpa's restaurant, and there will be a lot of customers coming to eat. If the business is good, you can make a lot of money.

Yang Xiaoxi went on to say: Well, my parents always say that it takes hard work to make money. Uncle, if you let them promote you, it's also hard work, right?

In the end, Chen Yaofei said softly, Uncle, you can take pictures for them. The more people who know it, the better the business will be.

Seeing that the three little girls agreed with the shooting, Feng Yifan said with a smile, Well, just listen to the three little girls, let them come in and take some pictures of my cooking process.

Then, Feng Ruoruo said immediately, Dad, I'll call them in.

Feng Yifan smiled and nodded to his daughter: Okay, trouble Ruoruo.

While walking outside, Feng Ruoruo responded to his father: No trouble, my father will make the best food for Ruoruo, Xixi and Feifei later.

Hearing his daughter's words, Feng Yifan nodded and agreed: Okay, Dad promises to make the best dishes.