Hardcore Chef Dad

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Feng Yifan tactfully refused. Zhang Xueping didn't hear it very clearly. He didn't even ask his father again, but directly pleaded.

"Uncle Master, I will really study hard. I am really not on a whim, nor to be cool. I just think that by learning from you, I can learn a lot."

Feng Yifan then asked: "Then why don't you want to learn from your father?"

When asked this way, Zhang Xueping turned his head and glanced at his father.

When Zhang Xueping was a little hesitant, a young diner in the restaurant said, "Does the boss still have to ask? I must think that his dad is not as good as you."

Then some other diners also followed up a little booing.

"Yes, Chef Feng, you are the best."

"Well, I also think that Chef Feng must be better, and of course you must learn from the most powerful one."

"People call you uncle uncle, chef Feng, you can accept their children."

Facing the diners booing in the restaurant, Zhang Xueping looked expectant.

Feng Yifan was still very calm and asked him: "I want to hear your answer, do you have the same idea as everyone here? Think I am better than your father?"

After all, Zhang Xueping is a child. After Feng Yifan repeatedly pressed him, he still definitely said: "Yes, I just think you are better, Uncle Master."

Feng Yifan nodded and said directly: "If this is the case, then you must not want to learn how to cook."

Hearing Feng Yifan's conclusion, let alone Zhang Xueping, even the young diners in the restaurant who had previously coaxed him were very puzzled. Why did Feng Yifan come to such a conclusion?

Most of the elderly diners in the restaurant understand the meaning of Feng Yifan's conclusion.

Zhang Xueping hesitated for a moment, and said, "Uncle Master, why do you say that I don't want to study seriously?"

Feng Yifan walked into Zhang Xueping for two steps, bent over and lowered his head to stare at Zhang Xueping's eyes. His sharp eyes even made Zhang Xueping a little scared.

After watching for a while, Feng Yifan said, "Because you think I am better than your father, so you want to learn from me. The fundamental reason is that you think that learning from me can satisfy you in front of your classmates and those who have seen me. In front of the video person, to show your difference.

Then you can hang my apprentice's name, get the envy of classmates and those video viewers, and even the envy of these young diners in my restaurant, and get a psychological satisfaction. "

Feng Yifan's remarks stunned Zhang Xueping.

The young diners who had been booing before in the restaurant felt that these words were very harsh at this time.

And the young diners finally understood why Feng Yifan would come to a conclusion and refused to teach Zhang Xueping.

Feng Yifan looked at the big boy with doubts and unconvinced expressions.

He stretched out his hand and patted the big boy on the shoulder, and said very seriously: "If you want to learn how to cook, and you really want to be a good cook that surpasses your father and me, then first of all you don’t have to choose a great teacher, you are first of all Understand where the cook should start."

Looking at Zhang Xueping seriously, Feng Yifan continued: "My child, don't be fooled by those fancy things. If you really want to learn, you can start tomorrow and go to your father's restaurant and watch it in the back kitchen. Take a look at your father’s work every day."

Zhang Fenglin stood aside, watching Feng Yifan's teaching to his son.

As a father, at this moment Zhang Fenglin's heart is not only shocked, but also grateful to Feng Yifan.

After all, as a father, Zhang Fenglin still dotes on his son.

That's why he would still use his eyes to signal Feng Yifan's request when his son clearly stated that he would follow Feng Yifan to learn how to cook, and even said that he was not as good as Feng Yifan.

Zhang Fenglin doesn't want to disappoint his son, he doesn't even care about his son depreciating himself.

After listening to Feng Yifan's teachings, Zhang Fenglin had some reflections on himself in his heart and discovered the problems caused by his doting on his son.

If Feng Yifan agrees to Zhang Xueping today, then perhaps one day in the future, Zhang Xueping will also embark on a path similar to that of Zhang Fenglin.

Zhang Xueping might start to become complacent because he learned how to cook with Feng Yifan. He would show off with Feng Yifan's name, and even embark on a path of deceit and deceit.

At that time, I'm afraid Zhang Fenglin will be too late even if he regrets it.

Therefore, Zhang Fenglin is grateful to Feng Yifan at this moment.

Just as Feng Yifan told Zhang Xueping, if he really wants to learn how to cook and is also interested in cooking, he should first go to the Zhang Fenglin store and take a look at the back kitchen every day.

No need to learn, just stand aside and take a look at how hard it is in the kitchen every day.

After understanding the hardship and boringness of the back kitchen, I can still maintain the heart of learning to cook.

At that time, Zhang Xueping might not beg to worship Feng Yifan as his teacher.

Because for the culinary art, the first thing is to practice the basic skills solidly, and to practice the basic skills, you don’t need to choose a famous chef to be a master, but you need to work hard and endure hardship.

Zhang Xueping was a little bit lost, because his idol was right in front of him, but he failed to approve his apprenticeship.

Zhang Fenglin stepped forward and patted his son on the shoulder: "Okay, don't be discouraged. How did your uncle say that he is also a master, a top-grade chef, or a five-star foreign chef. In the future, you are really willing to learn how to cook. When my dad is a teacher, I will definitely let your uncle take you."

Hearing what his father said, Zhang Xueping suddenly became energetic and looked at his father and asked, "Really?"

Zhang Fenglin smiled and rubbed his son's head: "Silly boy, when did your dad lie to you? You will be your uncle, the advanced master, just like in the games you play. After the level, the ultimate boss in the level."

Hearing what his father said, Zhang Xueping said happily: "Dad, you are really getting more and more fashionable. You still know the level of advancement and the ultimate boss?"

Seeing the father and son talking and laughing, Xue Hua also secretly let go of the hanging heart.

After all, the mother spends more time with her son, so the mother also understands the son’s character better.

Sometimes Zhang Xueping's personality is a little bit extreme.

So after Feng Yifan refused, Xue Hua was really a little worried. Will his son make a fuss in the restaurant and eventually make everyone unable to get off the stage?

Fortunately, Feng Yifan is really a good teacher, he is able to explain the truth in a simple way.

In addition, Zhang Fenglin used his son's favorite things to have an intimate interaction with his son, and the atmosphere suddenly became alive.

Feng Yifan also smiled and said: "Well, since you all regard me as the ultimate BOSS, I am looking forward to it. One day, Zhang Xueping, you can defeat my big devil."

Zhang Xueping also smiled and looked at Feng Yifan and said: "Good uncle, let's say yes, I will definitely work hard and I will defeat you in the future."

Some elderly diners in the restaurant applauded when they heard it.

"Okay, the boss is really a good teacher."

"Chef Feng is not only good at cooking, he is also very knowledgeable in educating children."

"Hehehe, treat Chef Feng as the ultimate boss, big devil, I'm afraid it will be a bit difficult for you to pass this level."

"Come on, lad. If there is a will, everything will be done, it's up to people."

"Work hard, we can expect you to defeat this ultimate devil."

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Although most people do not believe that Zhang Xueping can really defeat Feng Yifan one day, he is still a child after all, and encouragement should be given.

Zhang Xueping was naturally very happy, and turned around and bowed to everyone.

After all this, Feng Yifan found that the chicken porridge that came up was a bit cold, so he brought it in and warmed it up.

I sent it back again, together with the family's dinner.

Feng Ruoruo was naturally very happy to see the dinner prepared by her father, because her dinner with Yang Xiaoxi and Chen Yaofei was different from everyone else.

The dinner of the three little girls is omelet rice specially made by father.

Not only is an egg pancake wrapped in rice, but also the fried rice specially cooked by my father inside is also very different.

When Zhang Xueping saw the small omelet rice on the plate of the three little girls, he couldn't help but gleam with envy.

Of course, apart from Zhang Xueping, there seems to be no diners in the restaurant who would not be envious.

In particular, the three little girls used a spoon to break open the egg buns, and the fragrant fried rice appeared inside, which made everyone even more coveted and wanted to have a taste.

It's just that the father gave it to his daughter, so outsiders must not be able to taste it.

And not to mention Zhang Xueping and the diners, even the adults of the three families can't eat this omelet rice of the three girls.

When Feng Yifan made the three little girls, on the basis of traditional chicken, he also added a variety of vegetables, some small beef groats, and some great fungi. He also reduced the amount of food and used more. Lots of vegetables, meat and fungus to fill.

In this way, the omelet rice of the three little girls is not only delicious, but also nutritionally balanced.

Zhang Maosheng watched his grandson staring at the little girls' omelet rice, and lightly tapped the large bowl of chicken porridge.

"Pingping, if you try this porridge, the taste is not bad."

Zhang Xueping was rather unwilling to turn his head, glanced at the porridge in the big bowl, and couldn't help but mutter: "Isn't it just plain porridge? What's special?"

Zhang Maosheng served a small bowl for his grandson, put it in front of his grandson and said, "Come, have a taste."

Although Zhang Xueping was not very happy, he finally took it. He first scooped up a spoonful with a spoon, and looked carefully in front of him, and finally put the small spoonful of porridge into his mouth.

When this small spoonful of porridge was taken, the taste of chicken porridge instantly surprised Zhang Xueping.

Then slowly chewing the porridge, the delicate thing that seemed to be rice grains again surprised Zhang Xueping.

After taking a bite, Zhang Xueping almost didn't hesitate anymore, and quickly started taking a bite. He quickly ate a small bowl, and then he filled himself with another bowl.

After it was served, Zhang Xuepingcai looked at his grandpa and asked, "Grandpa, this porridge is not white porridge?"

Zhang Maosheng smiled and said, "Of course it's not white porridge. This is called chicken porridge."

Zhang Xueping was a little strange: "Chicken porridge? Is it made of chicken soup?"

Zhang Maosheng nodded: "Yes, it is made of chicken soup, and then there is chicken."

Zhang Xueping is even more strange: "Is there any chicken?"

After taking two bites of the porridge, Zhang Xueping asked strangely: "I haven't eaten chicken?"

Zhang Maosheng suddenly laughed: "Hahaha, every bite you eat is chicken. Didn't you eat it? The rice in the porridge is actually not rice?"

Zhang Xueping took a scoop and took a closer look, and then suddenly thought of something.

"Grandpa, you mean, this rice, it, they are made of chicken?"

Seeing the grandson understand, Zhang Maosheng nodded: "Yes, this chicken porridge is a porridge made from chicken **** made into flowing chicken velvet, and then boiled in chicken broth into rice grains."

Zhang Xueping quickly ate two more bites: "This is amazing, I am really a rice grain."

Zhang Maosheng continued: "This is the power of chicken porridge. It completely breaks down the fiber of the chicken and recombines it in another way."

Speaking of this, Zhang Maosheng picked up a pomegranate bag that was already a little bit cold and put it into his grandson's bowl.

"In this way, wrap the pomegranate in chicken porridge to warm it up, and then you can eat it together. It tastes great."

There were two pomegranate bags left, Zhang Maosheng picked one for his grandson, and put the remaining one in his bowl.

Zhang Xueping had previous experience and knew that the method his grandfather said would be delicious, so he followed his grandfather's way and first soaked the pomegranate bag in chicken porridge.

Then imitate my grandpa ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and pick up the pomegranate bag with chopsticks.

The pomegranate bag was already glued with chicken porridge at this time, and I took a bite when I put it on my mouth.

The pomegranate bag dipped in chicken porridge bite into the mouth, and soon the soup in the pomegranate bag appeared, and it was eaten together with the chicken porridge outside. With the addition of egg skin and filling, a complex flavor burst in the mouth instantly.

What Zhang Xueping has eaten is a real umami, just like eating a chicken's life at this moment.

Eggs, chicken porridge, some chicken in the filling, and two kinds of chicken soup inside and outside. The complex taste really makes Zhang Xueping feel that his tongue is blooming.

The wonderful taste makes people unable to stop at all.

The two grandpa and grandson are very similar, feasting on the chicken porridge and pomegranate buns in the bowl.

After eating up together, leaning on the chairs together and sighing, this moment is really very comfortable.

Seeing the appearance of the grandfather and grandson, Zhang Fenglin and his wife also looked at each other and smiled. At this moment, the couple also felt that the grandfather and grandson were really alike, and this kind of image was really very interesting.

Leaning on the chair for a while, Zhang Xueping turned to look at the three little girls who were eating omelet rice. Suddenly I couldn't help saying to the little girls: "The pomegranate bag I just ate was dipped in chicken porridge. It tasted very, very delicious. It must be better than your omelet rice."

Originally, Zhang Xueping wanted to show off with his three younger sisters.

I don't know Feng Ruoruo raised her head and said, "My father's cooking is delicious."

One sentence left Zhang Xueping speechless.

The diners at the neighboring table smiled and said, "Hahaha, how's it going? You show off with the other girl, but you are eating something your father made. If they want to eat it, isn't it right?"

When Zhang Xueping was said so, his face flushed instantly, and his head hung down for a while, unable to speak.