Hardcore Chef Dad

After washing the dishes, Lu Cuiling, who walked out of the back kitchen, immediately looked at her watch. When she saw that it was almost four o'clock, she immediately said excitedly: Oh, let's go quickly and pick up our family Ruoruo Xiao from the kindergarten. go baby.

Feng Yifan smiled and said to his wife, Since my parents are here today, then you can bring my parents to pick up Ruoruo, and I'll accompany my father to guard the store.

Su Ruoxi hesitated after hearing the words, but before she could speak, she was already pulled by her mother-in-law.

Lu Cuiling took her daughter-in-law and said, Okay, just do as Yifan said. Let's go pick up baby Ruoruo together. I really miss our baby Ruoruo.

Su Ruoxi thought about it and asked her husband, Is it alright for you and Dad?

Feng Yifan smiled and said, What's wrong with this? The big deal is that I'll close the door first and push Dad to go to the kitchen together. Dad can still give me some guidance.

Hearing her son say that her father-in-law should go to the kitchen for guidance, Lu Cuiling remembered that her daughter-in-law and aunt were coming for dinner.

By the way, Su Lanxin said she was coming to dinner. Are you really going to entertain her? I think she will definitely make things difficult for you on purpose. Are you sure you have no problem?

Feng Yifan said confidently: No problem, let her come. If it is really deliberately making things difficult, I will not serve you.

Hearing her son's words, Lu Cuiling nodded with a smile: Yes, Mom likes this. She deliberately makes things difficult, so she doesn't serve her. You don't rely on her Su Lanxin to order food to live. Mom comes out to help you drive her out.

The mother's sturdy, Feng Yifan has learned from the past and this life, so it must be more than enough to ask her mother to come forward to face Fu Su Lanxin.

Thank you mom, my son won't embarrass you.

Lu Cuiling finally nodded with satisfaction, then glanced at the clock again, and hurriedly urged her daughter-in-law and wife to go out: Oh, hurry up, our little baby's kindergarten is about to dismiss.

Su Jinrong, who was in a wheelchair, watched his daughter go out with her in-laws, and still tried her best to shout, Be careful.

After Feng Yifan waited for his parents and wife to leave, he came to his father-in-law after thinking about it, and talked to his father-in-law very seriously.

Dad, my aunt came here this time, she must be trying to test my strength. I've been abroad all these years, and I haven't let go of our family. I'm sure about those famous dishes, but there's one thing I'm not. Too sure.

Su Jinrong looked at her son-in-law with a very serious expression, and asked in a deep voice, What?

Feng Yifan answered truthfully: Our family's most representative dish is 'Vance Tofu'.

Su Jinrong asked earnestly, Yes, how big is it?

The reason why Feng Yifan is not sure about Wensi tofu is not because he has stayed abroad for a long time, but because the dish itself is special and cannot be made in a short time by rebirth.

The focus of Vance Tofu is not just the soup mix, nor just the amazing knife work.

The key is actually that Vance Tofu needs a special knife to cut tofu, otherwise it is impossible for the soft tofu to be cut as thin as a cow's hair.

And that kind of special knife work, this is not something that can be done by memory alone. It requires a long time of training to achieve a kind of muscle memory before it can really be used freely.

Feng Yifan, who had never personally cut this point in his previous life for many years, even if he knew the essentials and skills, he couldn't do it in a short time.

Su Jinrong looked at his son-in-law, and he thought in his mind that his son-in-law had been abroad for five years, and he probably never practiced the knife work of Wensi Tofu for five years. So he can also understand his son-in-law's worries about this dish.

Su Jinrong hesitated for a moment and asked, Are you sure, she will order?

Feng Yifan said with certainty: Yes, with Auntie's character, since she said she wants to come to dinner, it is not as simple as eating. Auntie is very clear that there must be 'Wensi Tofu' in the dishes of Chef Su Ji's inspection. .

Su Jinrong also understood that his son-in-law was right. Before he had no stroke, his sister also ordered this dish when he brought someone home for the first time.

That time, Su Jinrong lost, and he suffered a stroke later.

But that time Su Jinrong didn't lose in knife skills. With his years of experience in knife skills, the chefs brought by Su Lanxin were not enough to beat him in knife skills. That time he lost in soup seasoning.

Many people know about Wensi tofu, and most of them will be amazed at the kind of knife that cuts the tofu into filaments.

Even in some local restaurants, shredding tofu is used as a performance.

But in fact, Wensi tofu is a soup dish, so as a dish, its most outstanding place should be the taste of the soup, which perfectly integrates with shredded tofu, shredded mushrooms, and shredded green cabbage.

Good Wensi tofu, the focus is not on the tofu silk like an ink scroll, but on the taste of the whole dish.

The artistic conception displayed by the color, shape and meaning of a dish is really important, but if a dish has no fragrance and taste, then it cannot be called a dish.

Therefore, the dazzling skills in cooking may attract attention, but if you want to truly retain customers, you still have to return to the flavor.

Su Jinrong lost before, but he lost because he pursued dazzling skills too much and neglected the harmony and balance of taste.

Therefore, although Su Jinrong was incensed by his sister's words, there was also a part of it that hated himself and failed to truly inherit the essence of his father's Su Ji cuisine.

Although Su Jinrong has let go of his mood these days, it does not mean that he will give up easily, completely forgive his sister, and even give up the old plaque.

On the contrary, in Su Jinrong's heart, he is more determined to keep the old plaque of Su Ji.

Thinking of this, Su Jinrong thought about it carefully and said, If you think about shape, taste first.

When Feng Yifan heard his father-in-law's words, he didn't quite understand it at first, but after thinking about it carefully, he gradually understood what his father-in-law meant.

Form and meaning only need to be done.

And more importantly, the taste.

After realizing this, Feng Yifan bent down and smiled and said to his father-in-law, Dad, how about we go in? I'll make the soup, can you help me taste it?

Su Jinrong looked at his son-in-law, and nodded in approval with a smile on his brows.

Feng Yifan closed the second door of the restaurant, and a suspended sign was hung on the door. He did not specifically lock the door, but just told some people next door to help look at the door.

Then he went back to the restaurant, pushed his father-in-law into the back kitchen, took out all the seasonings, and prepared a few kinds of soup.

Then, under the witness of his father-in-law, Feng Yifan tried again and again to prepare the soup, so as to make the best taste.

Concocted again and again, tried the flavors with my father-in-law again and again.

At this moment, Weng and husband almost fell into a kind of madness, a kind of crazy pursuit of the ultimate taste, trying again and again, just to find the balance point of that taste.

It's not the ultimate umami, nor is it an unusually overpowering flavor.

It should be a kind of freshness in smoothness, a kind of beauty that can be presented in simplicity.

The soup prepared in this way can complement the most simple shredded tofu, and together they can compose a tongue-in-cheek movement with excellent color, flavor, and shape, which makes people return to the taste of the dishes themselves, rather than simply appreciate the gorgeous knife work.