Hardcore Chef Dad

The familiar old neighbors on the ancient street started to buy dinner from Lin Ruifeng again, which made him very happy, because it was a kind of recognition for him.

People are always like this, when they gain a sense of identity, they can inspire potential that they may not even know.

Lin Ruifeng was very serious. After the teppanyaki was hot, he quickly prepared dinner for the merchants and sent them to the stalls one by one. The excitement before the night market started seemed to indicate that Lin Ruifeng's business would be good today, which was a good sign.

Ma Xiaolong watched Lin Ruifeng busy, and saw that the shop owners all went to his place to buy food.

This scene seemed to be a wake-up call, and it sounded the alarm for him, making Ma Xiaolong realize that maybe his barbecue and fried rice is not invincible, and there are still many problems.

When Ma Xiaolong also set up the stall, he had already grilled the rotary barbecue, and the iron plate had been heated up.

A figure appeared in front of Ma Xiaolong's booth: Excuse me, is it open now?

Ma Xiaolong raised his head and saw that the person standing in front of the stall asking was a woman of a certain age, but she gave off a very spiritual and extraordinary feeling.

Out of the habit he developed in foreign restaurants, Ma Xiaolong immediately responded to the other party: Good evening, madam, it's open for business now, what do you want to buy?

The woman glanced around, looked at the huge rotating barbecue that was being roasted and asked, Is the barbecue ready now?

Ma Xiaolong immediately said: Yes ma'am, the barbecue was actually cooked before I came here. I reheated it here. If you want to order one now, I can make you a barbecue fried rice right away. , is my specialty here.”

The woman nodded: Okay, let's have a barbecue and fried rice.

Ma Xiaolong agreed and said: Okay, please wait a moment.

Afterwards, Xiaolong Ma quickly picked out the appropriate barbecue meat from the rotating barbecue. He also stir-fried the fried rice first on the iron plate. Stir into fried rice.

After frying, put the fried rice into the prepared kraft paper box.

Finally, drizzle some lemon juice on top and pat some chopped green onions for garnish. Then seal the mouth of the kraft paper box.

Ma Xiaolong was nimble in his hands and feet throughout the whole process, without unnecessary nonsense,

He was just cooking by himself until he handed the finished boxed barbecue fried rice to the woman in front of the stall.

Ma'am, this is your fried rice, please enjoy it slowly, thank you.

The woman took the fried rice, paid for it, and turned to walk to Lin Ruifeng's stall next door.

Seeing this scene, Ma Xiaolong didn't feel anything wrong. After all, many videos on the Internet have introduced it during this period of time. It is best to eat his barbecue fried rice with crepe wontons from Lin Ruifeng's next door. The guests who come here do the same.

So Ma Xiaolong didn't take it seriously at all, and continued to be busy with his own affairs in front of the stall.

The woman walked to Lin Ruifeng's stall, observed the same thing and said, Give me some fried rice.

Lin Ruifeng didn't notice who was standing in front of the stall?

Hearing that the other party ordered fried rice, Lin Ruifeng immediately responded: Okay, do you want the taste to be stronger or lighter? Do you need chili? We have various combinations such as barbecued pork, roast goose, and roast duck. You need to match it What? And do you want chopped green onions?

The woman standing in front of the stall was stunned for a moment, as if she never thought that Lin Ruifeng would ask so many questions in just a few seconds.

The woman thought for a while and said: Don't put chopped green onion, the taste is a little lighter, and you can't eat too heavy when you are older, and go with some goose, but not too fatty, and try not to make the fried rice too oily, ah, yes , don’t put chili.”

While waiting for the other party's answer, Lin Ruifeng actually started preparing. After listening to the other party's answer, he also started to fry the rice while repeating: No chopped green onion and chili, the taste should be lighter, not greasy, and less goose meat, right? ?”

The woman in front of the stall responded, Yes, that's right, how long will it take?

Lin Ruifeng didn't stop his hands, and said while frying the rice: It will be ready in a few minutes.

Next, the woman standing in front of the stall watched Lin Ruifeng flip his hands over the iron plate, and in a blink of an eye a piece of fried rice on the iron plate was cooked. According to her request, chopped green onion and chili were not added, and even Lin Ruifeng did not add sizzling fried rice sauce, but copied a very light fried rice.

In the end, Lin Ruifeng asked when he was about to cook, By the way, are you eating here, or are you going to take it away?

The woman immediately said, Just eat here.

Hearing what the other party said, Lin Ruifeng quickly put the fried rice on the plate, arranged the sliced ​​goose meat, put the plum sauce aside, and handed a plate of very elegant fried rice to the woman in front of the stall.

Looking at such a plate of fried rice, the woman standing in front of the stall was a little surprised.

Although it looks very light, not even a bit like Teppanyaki fried rice, but the aroma from the pavement is still very attractive.

The woman paid the money, picked up the fried rice Lin Ruifeng gave her, turned around and walked towards the small market.

When the woman turned around and walked towards the tables in the small market, Zhao Daxia saw the kraft paper box in the woman's hand, and she quickly elbowed Lin Ruifeng and said, Look, that woman just bought a box from Ma Xiaolong next door. A fried rice, who is this? Why buy two?

Reminded by Zhao Daxia, Lin Ruifeng quickly looked over and noticed the two servings of fried rice in the woman's hands.

Thinking carefully about the woman's voice, Lin Ruifeng suddenly thought of who the woman was.

It was Shi Jiahui who was obviously supposed to be Senior Aunt, but Lin Ruifeng insisted on calling her Senior Uncle when they met for the first time.

Guessing the other party's identity, Lin Ruifeng suddenly realized that the formal competition had already begun.

Then he became tense in an instant, constantly thinking about his performance just now, wondering if there was something wrong with him? Or what is wrong?

After falling into this state of contemplation for a while, Lin Ruifeng was patted awake.

Ah? Auntie, what's the matter?

Zhao Daxia looked at Lin Ruifeng who was startled and asked, What's the matter with you? Xiao Lin, are you okay? I'm not your aunt, I'm your Aunt Zhao. Someone bought food, so hurry up and make it for others.

Lin Ruifeng came back to his senses when he heard this, and glanced at the people waiting in front of the stall, he also woke up.

Regardless of whether he made a mistake or not, and regardless of whether Shi Jiahui was satisfied in the end, Lin Ruifeng understood that he had no chance to do it all over again, so he could only continue to be himself.

With a smile on his face again, Lin Ruifeng kindly asked the customers in front of the stall.

Excuse me, what do you want? How does it taste? Do you want chili? Can you put chopped green onion? Do you want to add char siew? Or roast goose or roast duck? Don't be too greasy...

Lin Ruifeng has formed a habit now, as long as there is someone standing in front of the stall, he will ask the other person like this. No matter whether the other party wants fried rice, noodles, or even a bowl of crepe wontons. He will always carefully ask each other's taste preferences.

Sitting there, Shi Jiahui glanced towards Lin Ruifeng, vaguely heard Lin Ruifeng's question, and the corners of her mouth lifted slightly to show a smile.

Next, Shi Jiahui opened the kraft paper box and let out the barbecue fried rice that had turned into rice balls.

After carefully looking at the rice balls pressed out of the kraft paper box, Shi Jiahui also had to admit that this gimmick is indeed very interesting, and it really looks like rice balls in his hands. And it's very convenient to eat, with a little attention, you won't get oil stains on your body, and you don't even need to wash your hands.

In contrast, Lin Ruifeng served the fried rice on a plate, which seemed a bit old-fashioned.

In terms of appearance, Ma Xiaolong still has the upper hand. It is not difficult to understand why his business is so good during this period of time?

Next, taste the taste. Shi Jiahui also tasted more seriously, and compared the tastes of the two.

As a cook, Shi Jiahui naturally ate the two servings of fried rice. After finishing eating, she took out a handkerchief to wipe her mouth. After carefully looking at the two servings of fried rice, she stood up, turned and left without saying a word In a small market, there was no unnecessary communication with anyone throughout the process.

When Lin Ruifeng finished his work and raised his head to look for Shi Jiahui, he found that he had already left.

Seeing his master leave, Lin Ruifeng still felt a little lost and worried.

I can't help but think in my heart: Is there any dissatisfaction? In the end, who cooks better fried rice with my uncle, myself or Ma Xiaolong?

These worries were quickly diluted by the hot business.

This night, Ma Xiaolong's side is still very hot business.

Whether it is those women who come here for Ma Xiaolong's appearance, or those young people who have watched videos on the Internet and come here specially to check in as Internet celebrities, the business on Ma Xiaolong's side is extremely hot, and as night falls, Ma Xiaolong's stall is almost It was surrounded by water.

Of course, thanks to Ma Xiaolong's fame, many people queued up to buy Lin Ruifeng's small crepe ravioli.

In the eyes of those merchants in the ancient street, with Lin Ruifeng and Ma Xiaolong present, the night market business is naturally booming.

The hot business lasted until it was close to 0 o'clock before it was considered dull.

Before the clock struck 0 o'clock, some merchants in the night market had already started to close their stalls, and most of the food sellers had basically left.

Lin Ruifeng and Ma Xiaolong were left, and they were also preparing to close the stall.

Ma Xiaolong sold the last fried rice, and today is another day when he sells everything.

As usual, he came to Lin Ruifeng's stall and ordered a fried rice and a bowl of crepe wontons.

Lin Ruifeng seemed to know that he would definitely come, and he would keep the last portion of the day for him, and handed Ma Xiaolong's last portion to him, and Lin Ruifeng's business was also over today.

With fried rice and small wontons in hand, Ma Xiaolong sat at Lin Ruifeng's stall.

It's really tiring. It's such a high-intensity business every day, you know? This feeling makes me feel like I'm back with Chef Feng. When I went to fight for Samsung with him, I worked so hard every day. Study various dishes, and then keep improving.

Taking a bite of fried rice, Ma Xiaolong chewed it carefully and swallowed the fried rice.

Well, that's how it feels. When I'm busy every day until late, I will cook a staff meal, and then eat it with Chef Feng and the restaurant staff. Sometimes it's fried rice, sometimes it's bread, and There will be some veggie pies, I really miss that time.

Lin Ruifeng heard Ma Xiaolong's words, processed the last leftover scraps of the day on the iron plate, made himself a midnight snack, and walked to sit opposite Ma Xiaolong.

Ma Xiaolong looked at the things on Lin Ruifeng's plate, and immediately couldn't help but said: Wow, you are not particular, you kept so many good things for yourself, why didn't you tell me to eat them?

Lin Ruifeng was a little surprised: Didn't you want fried rice, no char siew, no meat, and a light taste, and a bowl of crepe wontons without green onions? What's wrong now? Seeing me eating these leftovers, do you still regret it? ? But there is nothing you can do if you regret it, you don’t have to eat.”

As he spoke, Lin Ruifeng protected the plate, preventing Ma Xiaolong from reaching out his hand at all.

Seeing this scene, Ma Xiaolong laughed: Hahaha, you kid is actually protecting food.

But after laughing, Ma Xiaolong suddenly thought of something. He looked at Lin Ruifeng in a little surprise: You, how do you know that my fried rice at night doesn't use char siu and meat, and it doesn't need to be greasy, and you actually remember that there is no green onion in my wonton?

Without waiting for Lin Ruifeng to answer, Shen Qingluo walked into the small market and said: Of course, Xiao Lin will record the habits of familiar customers. You do this every day, of course Xiao Lin remembers.

Ma Xiaolong did not turn his head to look at Shen Qingluo, but stared at the fried rice and wonton in front of him.

For a moment, he seemed to have captured a bit of information.

But those thoughts flashed in his mind, and Ma Xiaolong didn't really care about them, maybe they were just fleeting thoughts.

Ma Xiaolong looked up at Lin Ruifeng and said, I think, it seems that you are a bit like Chef Feng.

Lin Ruifeng quickly waved his hand: No, I'm still far from Master.

Ma Xiaolong continued to laugh: Hahaha, you don't really think, I think you can catch up with Chef Feng, do you? In my opinion, Chef Feng is the top chef I have ever seen, not to mention you I am afraid that there are not many people in the world who can catch up with him.

Lin Ruifeng nodded approvingly: Well, I think so too.

Ma Xiaolong was taken aback for a moment, then smiled even more happily.

The two sat facing each other like that, and quickly ate the supper. After that, the two closed their stalls separately, said goodbye to each other, and left the small market one after another.

Walking out of the small market and on the way back, Lin Ruifeng said to Shen Qingluo: Uncle Master came today and ordered a piece of fried rice for me and Ma Xiaolong respectively. I think Master's test has already begun. I'm not sure about today's performance. It’s not to satisfy Master.”

Shen Qingluo looked at Lin Ruifeng in surprise and asked, Your uncle?

Lin Ruifeng nodded: Yes, Uncle Shi's daughter.

Shen Qingluo then exclaimed: Oops, we were all deceived by my little uncle. My little uncle deliberately asked Aunt Ruoxi to tell us that they will not be back until next week. In fact, my little uncle has already informed other people to let them go first. Let's take a step to examine you.

Two hours before Shen Qingluo's exclamation, Feng Yifan was still lying on the bed, being pressed down by his wife, his ears were already red from being pulled by his wife, begging his wife for mercy.

Su Ruoxi looked angry: Hmph, how dare you beg for mercy? You villain lied to me and used me. I can't spare you tonight.

After saying that, Su Ruoxi leaned over and bit her husband. \u003c/div\u003e