Hardcore Chef Dad

After walking around the farmers market for almost two hours, I finally purchased all the ingredients I needed.

Let the bosses of all kinds of different ingredients gather all the ingredients purchased in the boss of the vegetable stall. Feng Yifan also returned to Su Ji on the old street with the small bread of the son of the vegetable stall owner.

On the way, the son of the owner of the vegetable stall couldn't help but glance at Feng Yifan when he saw a cart full of fresh vegetables and some cooking utensils.

Feng Yifan, who was doing the accounting, quickly noticed that the driver was peeking at him, and asked with a smile, What's wrong? Is there something wrong with me?

After being asked by Feng Yifan, Zhang Qiang, the son of the vegetable stall owner who was in charge of the delivery, felt a little embarrassed.

Without brother, I just think you look like a great chef in a TV movie. I heard from my dad that you came from abroad, you must be a top chef abroad, right?

Feng Yifan originally wanted to be humble, but then he thinks that he doesn't need to be humble now.

Now I am not a top chef, nor a world-renowned chef, but in fact just a loser who escaped from abroad.

Thinking of this, Feng Yifan smiled wryly and said, Actually, I'm not a top chef. You can think of me as one. I can't make it in a foreign country, so I came back in despair and ate at my father-in-law's small restaurant.

Zhang Qiang naturally didn't believe this, but he didn't say anything, but comforted him instead.

Brother, don't say that. I often read the news online. The economic development abroad in the past two years is indeed not as good as that of ours in China. Let's not say anything else in China, but the development of the catering industry is definitely booming.

Feng Yifan listened to it and said with a smile: Hehehe, people take food as their priority. People in our country pay attention to a person who is not tired of eating, and there is nothing wrong with the development of the catering industry.

Zhang Qiang disagreed and said, Brother, what you said is wrong, it actually shows that our living standard is better.

Feng Yifan nodded in agreement: Yes, that's right, our living standard is indeed getting better and better.

After chatting with Zhang Qiang for a few more words, the van slowly drove into the alley behind the old street and drove all the way to the back door of Su Ji Restaurant.

Feng Yifan only remembered when he got out of the car. He didn't take the key to the back door when he went out, so he had to let Zhang Qiang wait in the back. He hurried around and ran to the front to open the door.

Running to the front door of Su Ji Restaurant, to Feng Yifan's surprise, the door of the restaurant was already open.

Stepping in the door, she saw Su Ruoxi sitting in the lobby of the small restaurant, seriously braiding her daughter's hair.

Okay, Dad definitely didn't leave. Dad didn't take anything with him. Maybe he couldn't sleep, so let's go out for a walk.

Hmph, if he leaves again, Ruoruo won't recognize him in the future.

Hearing this, Feng Yifan immediately said, Who said Dad left again? Didn't Dad come back? What's the matter? Do you miss Dad?

Hearing the voice, the mother and daughter turned to look at Feng Yifan who entered the door.

Feng Yifan could clearly see that there was a hint of surprise in the eyes of the mother and daughter, but they quickly covered it up together.

Su Ruoxi continued to whip her daughter and asked indifferently, Where did you go early in the morning?

Feng Yifan responded with a smile: Isn't this the kitchen's preparations that were all used up yesterday? I just got back from a jet lag and didn't sleep well, so I just got up and went to the market to replenish the preparations.

While talking, Feng Yifan walked straight to the back kitchen, pushed open the back kitchen door, and opened the back door of the small restaurant.

After that, let Zhang Qiang outside the back door move all the fresh vegetables bought from the car into the back kitchen.

Feng Ruoruo saw that her father went to the back kitchen, and regardless of whether her mother had her braids tied or not, she wanted to follow him out of curiosity.

Su Ruoxi didn't care on the surface, but she obviously wanted to see it, so she quickened her hand to braid her daughter.

When Feng Ruoruo's braid was tied, the little girl couldn't wait to run to the back kitchen to see. When Su Ruoxi saw this, she followed him dumbfounded, and at the same time she was also a little curious.

When they came to the door of the back kitchen, the mother and daughter watched in amazement. Feng Yifan, together with the young delivery boy, moved the boxes of various fresh ingredients into the back kitchen and placed them in the designated place.

At the back, some large and small boxes were also moved in, which looked like they contained some strange things.

Seeing the boxes, Feng Ruoruo asked her mother in a strange voice, What's in those boxes?

Su Ruoxi wasn't too sure, so she could only shake her head to her daughter.

On the other hand, Feng Yifan brought the boxes in again. Seeing that the mother and daughter were curious about the piles of boxes, he took the initiative to explain with a smile: These are some kitchen utensils. We don't have many things in the kitchen, so I bought them together.

Su Ruoxi and Feng Ruoruo, the mother and daughter, really watched them move in the same way, and when they came to the back, some heavy things were carried into the door together.

Don't say that Feng Ruoruo saw such a situation for the first time, even Su Ruoxi almost forgot, when was the last time he saw such a scene?

Finally, it took more than half an hour to unload all the things on the car.

Zhang Qiang also wiped off his sweat and said, Brother, you have so many things, I feel like you're about to move our farmers market home.

Feng Yifan took out a pack of cigarettes and handed it to the other party, and then ordered the money to the other party.

Zhang Qiang looked at the pack of cigarettes and shied away a little embarrassedly: Brother, forget this cigarette, it's not good for my dad to know about it.

Feng Yifan still shoved it to the other party and said, I want to take the money and the cigarettes. It's really hard for you today. If your father blames you, you can say that I gave it to you forcibly.

Zhang Qiang didn't shirk. After accepting the money, he didn't go to order any more. He put it up and said, Okay, thank you brother.

Feng Yifan smiled and said, Why are you being so polite? I'll have to trouble you in the future.

Zhang Qiang is also relatively straightforward: Okay, brother, if you want to buy food and deliver it in the future, call my dad and I promise to deliver it to you first.

Feng Yifan patted Zhang Qiang and said, Okay, I won't give it away, I have to clean up here.

Zhang Qiang nodded and said, Cheng, brother, don't send it, I'm leaving.

When leaving, Zhang Qiang did not forget to say hello to Su Ruoxi and Feng Ruoruo: Sister-in-law, let's go.

Bye bye little beauty.

Su Ruoxi came back to her senses and smiled and said, Okay, drive carefully on the road, thank you.

Although Feng Ruoruo was a little embarrassed, she waved her hand to the uncle who delivered the goods to the grandfather's restaurant.

With a smile on his face, Zhang Qiang walked out of the door and got into the car. He started the car without turning around, and drove directly to the other end of the alley.

After sending Zhang Qiang away, Feng Yifan returned to the back kitchen, and saw the mother and daughter looking at all kinds of ingredients before he bought back, especially for some fresh fish and shrimp, Feng Ruoruo found it very interesting.

Hearing the door closing, Su Ruoxi turned around, looked at Feng Yifan and asked, You bought so much, can you use it?

Feng Yifan smiled and said, Of course, since I'm back, Su Ji will resume normal operations. From now on, we will only provide fried rice and noodles at noon every day, and we can only order dishes at night.

Only fried rice and noodles at noon, and ordering at night is an old rule passed down by Su Ji for many years.

There is no other reason. Many dishes need to be prepared in advance, and from the time they are bought and processed in the morning, I am afraid that even a soup will not be cooked by noon.

So Su Ji's old rule is that no dishes are served at noon, and only in the evening can order.

Su Ruoxi hesitated for a while, but still said, Don't you know that the old street may soon be rebuilt, and Su Ji shouldn't last long, so...

Without waiting for his wife to continue, Feng Yifan hurriedly said, So we have to cherish every day even more, don't worry, I will also find time to find a new place.

We will restore the business of Su Ji first, and bring back all the old diners, so that when we change places later, the old diners will follow.

With me here, Su Ji will not disappear.