Hardcore Chef Dad

After three rounds of wine and five flavors of food, Feng Yifan's family banquet really made everyone very happy.

There are all kinds of big fish and meat on the table, as well as very elegant vegetarian stir-fried side dishes.

It was the first time that Yue Qingsong and Hu Yan's family really felt how different Feng Yifan's cooking skills are now.

Even a seemingly simple vinegared cabbage can be cooked by Feng Yifan with gusto.

In the end, almost all the plates on the table were eaten, and there was not a single bit of leftovers left.

And that's not to say everyone wasn't full.

On the contrary, everyone is not only full, but also feels that the food is very good.

After everyone finished eating, Feng Yifan finally served a porridge, which was the last thing to fill everyone's stomachs, and it was also a way to clear up the greasy feeling brought about by the big fish and big meat.

Seeing the porridge served by his father, Feng Ruoruo immediately clapped his hands and cheered, Ah, there's still chicken porridge to eat.

After this meal, Yue Qihao had thoroughly enjoyed himself, and his relationship with his sister was no longer the same as before.

Hearing his sister cheering, Yue Qihao hurriedly asked, What is chicken porridge?

Feng Ruoruo immediately smiled and said, Chicken porridge is porridge made from chicken. Brother Haohao, please try it. This porridge is delicious. My grandpa, mother, and grandparents all like it.

Lu Cuiling, who was holding her little granddaughter, also said: We really like it, this porridge is delicious.

Feng Yifan served everyone one by one again, but this time Feng Yifan served Yue Qingsong a bowl first.

Come on, the first bowl, this time for Qingsong, firstly, you drank too much at noon today, so I will give you a bowl of hangover, and secondly, it is also thanks, I have not been at home these years, and I cannot accompany my parents, Qingsong You replaced my son and helped me take care of my parents at home, thank you Qingsong.

Yue Qingsong took it, and looked at Feng Yifan with a little bit of drunkenness.

You scoundrel, I'm really jealous of you. You're luckier than me. You run out alone, but you can worship such a good master and marry such a good wife...

When he said this, Yue Qingsong suddenly seemed to realize something, and quickly turned around and said to his wife: Of course, my wife is also very good, and my wife must be better than Yifan's wife, isn't it Mrs. I was so angry just now.

While talking, Yue Qingsong held his wife's hand and patted the back of his wife's hand to comfort him.

Seeing her husband looking so drunk, Qi Yan couldn't laugh or cry a little bit.

Okay, if you drink too much, let's drink porridge and go home. You go home and have a good sleep.

Yue Qingsong was naturally unwilling to leave, and then continued to say to Feng Yifan: Your boy is indeed lucky, but as a brother, I know that you have worked hard, you have worked hard to achieve what you are today, so I I'm not jealous of you at all.

After hearing Yue Qingsong's words, Feng Yifan stretched out his hand to hold Fa Xiao.

Good brother, Yue Qingsong, you will always be my good brother Feng Yifan.

Yue Qingsong nodded and said: Yes, good brother, one last word, you kid have time to come back more, and bring Ruoruo back to accompany grandpa and grandma, you know?

Feng Yifan seriously agreed: Okay, I know, I will definitely.

Then, Feng Yifan served porridge for everyone, and there was almost nothing left in the bowl.

A small bowl per person will not make people overwhelmed.

When Yue Qihao started to eat, he took a bite and asked strangely: This is delicious, but this seems to be rice porridge, right?

In fact, everyone here feels the same way, as if they just ate a bowl of rice porridge.

At this time, Su Jinrong smiled and said, Taste those 'rice grains' carefully.

So everyone tasted it carefully again.

Soon Hu Yan's father realized the difference.

This porridge doesn't seem to be rice, does it?

Hu Yan's mother muttered strangely: What is it if it's not rice?

Yue Qingsong's mother seriously ate several mouthfuls and said: It seems that it is really not rice,

But it looks like rice, what the hell is it?

Feng Yifan smiled and said, It's true that the porridge is not rice, but chicken paste.

Hearing such an answer, everyone present was surprised.

What? It's mashed chicken? But why can't I feel the meat?

Su Jinrong explained with a smile: That's because the chicken mash has been beaten very finely, and all the tendons in the meat have been picked out, then add green onion and ginger water and stir it into a meat mash, and then sieve it through a fine sieve. Only use the very delicate chicken slurry part of the lower layer, and finally use the thickened chicken soup to boil the chicken slurry in the pot to set the shape.

After listening to Su Jinrong's introduction, everyone was really surprised, and felt really surprised.

Hu Yan's father thought for a while and said, So, this porridge is troublesome to make, right?

Su Jinrong nodded and replied: The process is very cumbersome.

Feng Yifan smiled and said: It's not very complicated, it just needs a little patience when sifting, as long as everyone enjoys eating.

Then everyone continued to drink porridge, but this time everyone ate very delicately and tasted it seriously.

Qi Yan said suddenly at this time: The key to this porridge should also have something to do with this soup?

Feng Yifan looked at Qi Yan and laughed immediately: My brother and sister understand it very well. I immediately noticed the key point of this bowl of porridge. Indeed, the key point is the soup for cooking porridge.

Qi Yan quickly waved her hand: I, I don't really understand, I was just thinking that there should be a lot of oil in the chicken soup, and if you want to cook it, it may not be so clear, so I'm curious, big brother How do you make this soup?

Feng Yifan replied with a smile: The boiled chicken soup can't be used directly, but has to go through a lot of care, one of which is to clean up the oil and impurities in the soup.

Listening to Feng Yifan's narration, everyone really felt that they could listen with gusto, and it was even like seeing Feng Yifan cooking with their own eyes.

Once the chicken porridge is finished, the feast is over, Feng Yifan and Su Ruoxi pack up together.

After clearing the big table in the main room, they served some tea to the elders.

At this time, Hu Yan's father suddenly said: Let Hu Yan do the washing up.

Yue Qingsong also winked at his wife.

Originally, Feng Yifan was going to clean up with his wife, but he was kicked out by Hu Yan and Qi Yan and his wife.

Su Ruoxi smiled and said, Go and drink tea and chat with the elders. What are you old men doing with our women's affairs? Hurry up.

In this way, Feng Yifan was kicked out of the kitchen instead.

Back in the main room, Feng Yifan looked helpless: I was driven back in the end.

Everyone in the main room suddenly burst into laughter.

Feng Ruoruo rushed directly in front of her father, threw herself into his arms, and let him hold her like a lazy kitten.

Feng Yifan hugged his daughter, saw that her daughter was sleepy, and knew that it was time for her to take a nap.

Ruoruo, do you want to go to sleep for a while?

But Feng Ruoruo obviously didn't want to go, he hugged his father's neck and shook his head: No, Ruoruo wants to stay here with grandparents and grandpa.

Seeing her little granddaughter's appearance, Lu Cuiling said, Ruoruo should be obedient and go to sleep.

Yue Qihao asked strangely, Why is my sister so sleepy?

Lu Cuiling said with a smile: When my sister usually goes to kindergarten, the kindergarten will arrange naps, so when this nap time comes, my sister will start to doze off.

Feng Ruoruo pursed her mouth and said to her father, Ruoruo sleeps in Dad's arms, is it okay?

Seeing his daughter begging, Feng Yifan nodded with a helpless smile: Okay, Dad holds Ruoruo, and Ruoruo sleeps in Dad's arms.

Then Feng Yifan also found a chair to sit down, and then just hugged his daughter and chatted with everyone.

Seeing this scene, Hu Yan's mother suddenly said, I also said that in our village, only Hu Yan's father is the one who loves my daughter the most. But now that I see Yifan, I realize that Yifan is the one who loves my daughter the most.

Feng Yifan smiled and put his finger to his mouth, making a gesture of silence.

Then, not long after everyone was silent in the main room, they heard the very even breathing of the little girl in Feng Yifan's arms.

Then Feng Yifan gently hugged his daughter and stood up, gently hugging his daughter and moving out of the main room.

When she moved to the door, her daughter was already asleep in her arms, and she suddenly whispered in her father's ear: Well, don't go to sleep, you want to be in Dad's arms.

Feng Yifan smiled slightly, and continued to carefully move out of the main room.

Then he took his daughter back to his and his wife's house, put the daughter on the bed, and put the little rabbit brought by the daughter next to him.

Feng Ruoruo, as if not completely asleep, reached out and hugged the little rabbit.

Seeing his daughter sleeping soundly, Feng Yifan felt that his life was really perfect at this moment.

After lightly kissing his daughter's forehead, Feng Yifan left the room lightly.

When returning to the main room, when passing outside the kitchen, I heard the movement inside, and heard three women talking and laughing together.

To Feng Yifan's surprise, his wife chatted with Hu Yan and Qi Yan very well.

While washing the dishes together, the three women chatted about various interesting things, talking about Feng Yifan and Yue Qingsong, or talking about their children, and talking about the old people at home with Hu Yan.

When Feng Yifan couldn't help but want to poke his head in the kitchen, his wife suddenly raised her head as if feeling something.

Seeing her husband poking his head out, he immediately said, Feng Yifan, don't poke your head out, get out, this is our women's place, you are not allowed to come in, and you are not allowed to eavesdrop.

Faced with his wife's scolding, Feng Yifan had no choice but to shrink his head and leave.

Back in the main room, everyone was chatting happily. Seeing Feng Yifan come back with a disgraced face, a group of old people also laughed happily.

Lu Cuiling said, Have you been driven back? Your wife is busy there, so don't make trouble.

Su Jinrong went on to say: I know you love your wife dearly, but if Ruoxi wants to do something, you have to support her.

Feng Jiandong finally smiled and said: Your mother and your father-in-law have already talked, so you sit down and chat with us. Everyone is very curious about what you did abroad in those years. Tell us about it.

Lu Cuiling immediately regained her spirits: That's right, I also really want to know, what did you do when you went abroad for five years and didn't come back?

Faced with everyone's inquiries, Feng Yifan could only sit down and start to tell everyone about his experience abroad.

First of all, when he first went abroad, he went to the professional training base of Su Lanxin Company.

There, everything has a strict standardized process, so Feng Yifan was very uncomfortable after entering, and he was also the one with the least standard, and was finally expelled from the training base.

Feng Jiandong asked curiously: Standardized base? Then why can't the business of Fujing Building fail?

Feng Yifan explained earnestly: Because that set of standards may suit the tastes of foreigners, but it is not very authentic Chinese cuisine, so after they took over Fujinglou, they have not been able to give the essence of Chinese cuisine to them from the very beginning. If you do it right, there will be problems.”

Speaking of this, Feng Yifan said again: Furthermore, Dad, you have misunderstood. After Fujinglou's aunt's company team took over, the business is actually better than before.

Lu Cuiling then asked again: Since it is better than before, why does Fujinglou ask you to guide it?

Everyone present has watched the cooking competition, and also read some follow-up related reports.

Knowing that Feng Yifan was invited to be the chef's guide, and reproduced the dishes in the book Dream of Red Mansions in Fujinglou, it can be said that Fujinglou became famous all at once, and it was also reported by many people later.

Feng Yifan said with a smile: Because it is too standardized, what they lack is creativity. In China, there are many restaurants that can do well, so Fujinglou is only standardized and not dominant, so they need my help. Help them Restart the Fujinglou brand.

Yue Qingsong asked suddenly: By the way, the dishes you cook in Fujinglou are said to be banquet dishes in the book Dream of Red Mansions. Is it true? Those dishes are the dishes in the book Dream of Red Mansions?

Feng Yifan smiled and nodded: Yes, those dishes are indeed the dishes in the Dream of the Red Chamber.

Although everyone present may not have actually read the book A Dream of Red Mansions, everyone still knows such a famous book.

So hearing Feng Yifan's admission that those dishes were indeed replicas of the dishes in A Dream of Red Mansions made everyone feel very shocked, and they had an even more incredible recognition of Feng Yifan's cooking skills.

Su Jinrong spoke again at this time: Yifan can reproduce the dishes in the Dream of the Red Chamber, which has surpassed me.

Feng Yifan quickly said: No, no, Dad, you are still my teacher, and I still have a lot to learn from you.

Su Jinrong waved his hand: Don't underestimate yourself, your ability now has surpassed mine. You have gained the strengths of ancient and modern China and foreign countries, so you can cook many dishes casually. This is the real master's demeanor. Dad is old. Can bow down.

Su Jinrong's words also made everyone present nod in approval.

Only Lu Cuiling said: Father-in-law, this kid can't boast so much. If you praise him like this, he will definitely be proud and complacent. When you recover, you should help us keep an eye on him and prevent him from doing those outrageous things.

Feng Jiandong immediately agreed with his wife: Yes, Lao Su, you can keep an eye on him.

Su Jinrong smiled and said, Okay, but I still trust this son-in-law.