Hardcore Chef Dad

It was already nine o'clock in the evening. At this time, Su Ji had closed, and the people on the old street were leaving one after another.

Tomorrow is Monday again, and it's the day to go to work. Therefore, it is impossible for most people to play late in the old street. Many people who had dinner in Su Ji, then went back one after another.

Su Ji Gate was suspended for business, but it did not close directly as usual.

Feng Ruoruo sat on a chair in front of the door and looked out the door eagerly.

Everyone in the restaurant was already cleaning, and grandma approached the little granddaughter and said, "If Ruo, you don't have to stay here. Since Xixi has said that he is coming, he will definitely come. We will just open the door and wait for them. "

Feng Ruoruo turned to look at her grandma: "But, if I'm not waiting here, what should Xixi think we are closed?"

Lu Cuiling laughed: "Why? Didn't we open the door? And Xixi's father called and told her mother that they would definitely come, if you don't have to worry about it."

Although grandma said so, Feng Ruoruo still did not want to leave, sitting in a chair and waiting quietly.

Finally, the little girl sat on a chair, bent over, her elbows on her legs, her small face was held in her hands and she waited eagerly for a long time.

Seeing outside the door, a familiar family of three came to the door.

Feng Ruoruo immediately jumped off the chair and quickly ran to the door to meet his good friend Yang Xiaoxi.

"Ah, Xixi, you are finally here, why are you playing like this? Our house has no guests anymore, and mom and dad are already preparing to close the door."

Yang Xiaoxi and Feng Ruoruo held hands, then turned to look at his father and said, "My father is not all to blame. He had to write a manuscript at home, but it took a long time to write."

When Yang Zhiyi heard his daughter's words, he rushed to admit his mistake: "I'm sorry, it's my father's fault. I have delayed the meal."

Su Ruoxi and her parents-in-law also greeted them, and Su Jinrong also smiled and nodded to Yang Zhiyi and Li Fei'er.

When Lu Cuiling heard Yang Zhiyi's words, she immediately said, "It's not good for you, and you don't eat it by yourself. Your daughter has to eat too. It's not good for your children to eat so late.

Li Feier took over and said, "That's right, did you hear what Aunt Lu said? It's not good for the child to eat so late."

Yang Zhiyi responded helplessly: "It's because I am not good, and I didn't get the manuscript out in time."

Yang Xiaoxi immediately complained to Grandma Lu: "Grandma Lu, my father didn't cook at noon. He finally let me eat instant noodles."

When Lu Cuiling heard the little girl's complaint, she exclaimed: "God, did you let kids eat instant noodles? Those instant noodles that are not healthy have additives in them, not like our Yifu noodles. New works will be made every day."

Yang Zhiyi just wanted to explain, but Lu Cuiling snatched it and continued: "Also, the instant noodles are also very unhealthy. Adults can eat them once in a while, but how can children eat them? You give them back. The child is eating, your father is incompetent."

Yang Zhiyi was said to be completely speechless and understood that he was wrong, so he did not dare to argue.

Li Fei'er stood up and said something to her husband: "Aunt Lu, don't be angry, I believe that Dad Xixi won't do anything in the future. We will forgive him this time. Also, we must let him learn how to cook with Ruoruo's father. ."

The first half sentence of his wife made Yang Zhiyi very grateful, but in the end he said that he would learn how to cook, and Yang Zhiyi immediately stunned.

As soon as Li Feier's voice fell, she heard another voice sounding: "Well, I heard it, you want to learn how to cook, right? Then choose a day instead of hitting the sun, just today, brother Yang will follow me into the kitchen."

Yang Zhiyi instantly cried and asked: "How about..."

Before he could say "next time", he felt that his waist had been touched by his wife's hands, and felt that his wife's **** were about to be used, and Yang Zhiyi had no choice but to agree.

"Or, just this time."

Yang Xiaoxi was naturally very happy when he heard that his father was willing to go to learn: "Great, dad, hurry up, you have to study hard with Father Feng, and make it for me at home in the future."

Yang Zhiyi reluctantly smiled at his daughter and nodded: "Okay, Dad must study hard."

Afterwards, Yang Zhiyi looked at death as if at home, and followed Feng Yifan into the kitchen.

Entering the back kitchen, Yang Zhiyi was a little surprised that the kitchen had already been cleaned up. However, all kinds of fresh ingredients are still placed on the cooking table.

Seeing Yang Zhiyi coming in, Lin Ruifeng also took the initiative to say hello: "Hello, Brother Yang."

Yang Zhiyi nodded in response: "Oh, hello."

Then, Yang Zhiyi was a little surprised and asked Feng Yifan: "Dad Ruoruo, did you just clean up?"

Feng Yifan smiled and nodded: "That's right. Usually, after business ends every day, the back kitchen is cleaned. The kitchen must be kept clean and tidy. This is basic."

Yang Zhiyi still said unbelievably, "But are you too clean?"

Lin Ruifeng interrupted and said, "Brother Yang, this is Su Ji's rule. The kitchen must be kept clean and tidy. These are habits passed down over the years, so Master will carefully clean it every day at the end of the business."

Yang Zhiyi went on to be a little strange: "But, didn't you close the business at night, did you take Ruoruo out for a walk?"

Feng Yifan asked in return: "Could it be that I can't continue cleaning after I walked back?"

Yang Zhiyi nodded suddenly: "Oh, no wonder."

Feng Yifan didn't say anything more, and walked a few steps forward to the cooking table. Directly began to introduce the various ingredients in front of Yang Zhiyi.

"Today, the dinner for your daughter, fresh shrimp, shredded pork, fresh vegetables, and some fruits."

Yang Zhiyi looked at the dazzling array of things in front of him, and immediately began to retreat.

"If Ruo Dad, it doesn't really need to be so troublesome. I think you can give Xixi a fried rice in the evening with a bowl of vegetable soup. It should be fine. My mother and I will each have a bowl of noodles."

Feng Yifan was not verbose at all: "Don't talk nonsense, come and watch, I will teach you a simple fried pork."

Yang Zhiyi immediately said, "Fried pork shreds? I will do this."

Lin Ruifeng couldn't help laughing when he heard this.

Yang Zhiyi looked at Lin Ruifeng who was smiling and said seriously: "I know how to do this. Why are you laughing?"

Feng Yifan pointed to the tenderloin in front of him and said, "That's all right, you can cut the shredded pork first."

Yang Zhiyi was also unambiguous, and said seriously: "Cut and cut. I want you to see. It's not your chef Feng who cooks. I, Yang Zhiyi, can also make good dishes."

Next, Yang Zhiyi was really unambiguous, and took over the apron Lin Ruifeng had prepared for him. After washing his hands, he walked to Caidun with a serious face.

I have to say that Yang Zhiyi is wearing an apron with a serious look, and it really looks like that.

Before getting ready to start, Yang Zhiyi suddenly asked, "Chef Feng, what shredded pork do you plan to make? Shredded pork with green pepper? Shredded pork with Beijing sauce? Or what other shredded pork?"

Feng Yifan saw that Yang Zhiyi was talking eloquently, and smiled and said: "You are free, just do what you are most familiar with."

Yang Zhiyi looked serious: "Okay, I'll show you this one, my specialty, shredded pork with green pepper."

Lin Ruifeng heard that Yang Zhiyi was so energetic, and he couldn't help being full of expectations. He wanted to see if his father, who is usually not very reliable, could make a green pepper shredded pork today?

Just as Yang Zhiyi did it, Lin Ruifeng discovered that Feng Yifan on the other side was also doing it at the same time.

Looking at Feng Yifan's hand speed, Yang Zhiyi naturally can't speak the same way.

After Feng Yifan took the meat, he quickly sliced ​​it, and then cut it into very even shreds with a knife.

During the whole process, Feng Yifan did nothing more than a minute. And Yang Zhiyi here even cut off two pieces of meat with uneven thickness.

Taking a look at Feng Yifan next to him, Yang Zhiyi couldn't help but said: "Chef Feng, this is wrong with you, did you do it on purpose? I'll do it on purpose. Your speed is faster than mine."

Feng Yifan did not stop his work. He continued to add salt, pepper, a little egg white, some onion **** water and water starch to the shredded pork, quickly grab the shredded pork and mix it evenly, and then seal it with oil. Aside.

While doing this, Feng Yifan also responded to Yang Zhiyi: "You do yours, I have to hurry up here, otherwise Xixi will be hungry."

Then, I saw Feng Yifan's soaked fungus slices, soaked daylily with a knife, and shredded cucumbers.

Yang Zhiyi was a little taken aback, because Feng Yifan was so fast, all the materials were prepared, and it was only a matter of a few minutes before he was ready to fry.

After staring blankly for a while, Yang Zhiyi looked down at the meat in his hand again, it was really a bit shameful.

Yang Zhiyi bit his scalp and asked curiously: "Chef Feng, what shredded pork are you doing?"

Feng Yifan smiled and replied: "Musu shredded pork."

At the same time, Feng Yifan was already sitting on the pot and poured a lot of oil into the pot. Then, when the oil temperature was about 50%, he put the shredded pork into the pot and spread it quickly with a pair of chopsticks. Deep-fried the silk.

Then pour out the oil and shredded pork, leaving a little bit of oil at the bottom of the pot, and then pour in the beaten egg liquid to quickly spread the egg liquid and turn it into very tender and tender flocculent frangipani.

Yang Zhiyi stood aside, looking stunned, and completely forgot what he was doing.

Put the eggs out first, leaving a little oil in the pan, and put the green onion and **** in the pan.

The first is to add the oily pork shreds, stir-fry, add fungus, day lily, cucumber shreds again, the seasoning is very simple, salt, sugar, pepper, a little cooking wine, stir fry over high fire .

After stir-frying evenly, add the previous egg. Finally, top with sesame oil to finish serving.

The entire cooking process of such a dish, Yang Zhiyi standing next to him, looked at it, and it took no more than ten minutes.

Feng Yifan fryed Mushu shredded pork, and turned to his apprentice and said, "Ruifeng, you can bring this up first, and then bring two bowls of rice to Xixi and her mother."

When Yang Zhiyi heard this, he immediately put down the knife in his hand and said, "Don't bother Xiaolin, I'll take it out."

But before reaching out to pick him up, Yang Zhiyi was grabbed by Feng Yifan.

"Brother Yang, haven't you fried the shredded pork yet? What are you going to do? Let Xixi and her mother eat that plate of Mushu shredded pork. Let's continue."

Yang Zhiyi was grabbed and watched Lin Ruifeng prepare two bowls of rice, and put the dishes and rice out on a tray.

At this moment, Yang Zhiyi really felt like crying without tears.

"Chef Feng, I haven't eaten this evening. Would you like to let me go out for two meals? I have eaten, and then come in and continue to learn from you.

Feng Yifan responded with a smile: "I'm sorry, I can't do it. If you fry a plate of shredded pork yourself, I will let you go out for dinner."

Yang Zhiyi is really about to cry, and can only beg for mercy: "Chef Feng, I admit that I can't match your craftsmanship. I can't cut the shredded pork well, so how can I fry the shredded pork?"

Feng Yifan didn't talk about it, but took him to the cutting board and said seriously: "Remember, if you are not proficient in my way of shredding meat, you can freeze the meat first."

With that said, Feng Yifan threw the broken piece of meat aside, and took another piece of meat from the kitchen freezer.

"It's a little bit frozen, it will start to harden~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and then it will be easier to slice and shred."

Yang Zhiyi looked at Feng Yifan's slices and found that it was really a bit simple.

Next, Feng Yifan handed him the knife: "Come on, you also try, everything is difficult at the beginning, you always have to take the first step in many things, not I said you, as a father, you give your daughter instant noodles It shouldn't be."

Hearing Feng Yifan's words, the crying expression on Yang Zhiyi's face instantly disappeared.

He thought about it seriously. It seemed that his father was indeed a bit incompetent, and he didn't cook a good meal for his daughter for a day.

Thinking of this, Yang Zhiyi became serious again, reached out his hand to take Feng Yifan's knife, and shred the frozen piece of meat like Feng Yifan.

Lin Ruifeng brought out the Mushu shredded pork and rice, and saw Li Feier and Yang Xiaoxi's mother and daughter serving the dishes.

Yang Xiaoxi clapped her hands and exclaimed, "Wow, the dishes made by Father Feng are delicious."

Of course, before the little girl ate, she still thought of her father and asked curiously: "Uncle Xiaolin, where is my father?"

Lin Ruifeng smiled and replied: "Your father is still studying in the kitchen, and the master said that you should eat first."

Yang Xiaoxi said happily, "Okay, then, Uncle Xiaolin, you have to let your father study hard. When you go home, you also have to let your father make this kind of food for Xixi."

Feng Ruoruo has already begun to urge at this time: "Xixi, you hurry up to eat, otherwise it won't taste good when it gets cold."

Yang Xiaoxi said with a smile when he heard what a good friend said: "Okay, mom, let's eat."

Li Feier naturally started to have dinner with her daughter.

As for the father in the back kitchen, in front of the delicious dishes, he has been selectively forgotten by the mother and daughter.

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