Hardcore Chef Dad

　　The new customer who was ordering food, first saw a little girl jumping into the door, and then heard the little girl shouting outside the door, and they all understood that it was the little girl’s father who was in charge of cooking.

　　 Then, the people in the restaurant saw a sunny, youthful, yet mature and masculine man entering the door.

　　 Seeing Feng Yifan really surprised the new guests.

　　 In most people's impression, chefs, especially those in small restaurants like Su Ji, should be the kind of men with big heads and thick necks.

　　 But in Feng Yifan's body, I can't see what a cook should be.

　　 The head is not big, he has short shredded hair, and his facial features are not so exquisite, but he looks very energetic.

　　 The neck is not thick, and at the moment I am wearing a very energetic short-sleeved shirt, and I look free and easy.

　　 is quite tall, but it does not make people feel obese at all, but from the muscles on a pair of strong arms, it is hard to see that the opponent is very powerful.

　　 Feng Yifan came in and saw that in addition to the two or three tables of old diners left behind, there were also three tables of diners who were very raw, and he immediately welcomed them with smiles.

　　 "Welcome to the shop. The menu is the dinner dishes provided by the shop today. However, because the shop is a small business, some dishes have limited stocks. If you want to order, you have to be early."

　　 After hearing this, the new diners who came in were also a little surprised.

　　Who can think of it, a small restaurant in this old street, which is not at all inconspicuous, and there are so many rules for eating a meal.

　　 Dinner doesn’t start until 5 pm, and I won’t serve you if I order any other time.

　　 And listening to the tone of the chef Feng Yifan, it seems that the menu will be different every day? Some daily dishes are even limited?

　　 Thinking of this, at one of the tables, a young and beautiful woman said: "Boss, listen to what you mean, in your restaurant, will the daily menu be different?"

　　 Feng Yifan nodded and said, "Yes, there are some main dishes every day, maybe because of the purchase of ingredients on the day, you may decide whether to go on the menu."

　　 The corners of the woman's mouth rose slightly, and she felt that this small restaurant was really interesting.

　　Usually this is how the menu is decided every day based on the preparations. This is the case in some finer restaurants abroad.

　　 That's because although those restaurants are not big, the chefs in the restaurants are usually well-known master chefs. They will determine the menu of the day according to the daily purchase of ingredients.

　　 is only in China, in fact, there are very few restaurants like this, so Feng Yifan’s words are really interesting.

　　 The woman who didn't plan to order, reached out and took the menu from her companion.

　　 The menu is handwritten, and the handwriting on the menu also has some basic skills. In the eyes of the woman ordering, this small restaurant really reveals a uniqueness everywhere.

　　What the ordering woman didn't know was that this menu was handwritten by Su Ruoxi before Feng Yifan went to pick up her daughter.

　　 Although Su Ji had some small rules in the past, for example, lunch is from 11:30 to 2:30 in the afternoon, and then rest and preparation time in the middle, and dinner starts at 5 in the afternoon.

　　 But Suji’s previous menu was actually fixed. Some Suji’s specialty dishes on the menu are also the focus of Suji to attract old diners.

　　 But now that Feng Yifan is back, it was only yesterday that Su Ji was reopened, and the old diners were attracted back. Today he broke out Yaozi and insisted on changing the menu.

　　 Su Ruoxi originally strongly disagreed. She felt that if the menu was changed like this, Su Ji would no longer be the former Su Ji, and it would prevent old diners from coming.

　　 Feng Yifan first tried to persuade his wife to no avail, so he shifted the target of the strategy, and instead had a few words with his father-in-law.

　　 Su Ruoxi didn’t expect that her husband and father didn’t know what a few words they had chatted with? Then his father Su Jinrong actually agreed to her husband's method. She had no choice but to write these menus to her husband.

　　 Now that the menu is in the hands of the guests, look at Feng Yifan's owing complacency, Su Ruoxi really wants to bite her husband.

　　 Feng Yifan saw his wife look at the menu, and when he saw that his face was wrong, he quickly chose to escape.

　　 "Everyone, please order first. I'll go to the back kitchen to prepare it. Now it's just five o'clock, so everyone can order the dishes on the menu. The supply can still be guaranteed at this time."

　　 After saying this, Feng Yifan seems to be an artist preparing to perform. He also bowed with one hand to salute everyone before heading to his art palace, the "back kitchen".

　　 Seeing her husband's very contrived actions, Su Ruoxi couldn't help but smile, and then whispered, "Fart."

　　 Of course, there are also some people who are optimistic about Feng Yifan's artificial performance, and that is Feng Ruoruo.

　　 After Feng Ruoruo entered the restaurant, she quickly ran to her grandfather, where she whispered to her grandfather, talking about her interesting experience in the kindergarten.

　　 When seeing dad’s contrived performance, the little girl Shui Lingling’s big eyes shined brightly, and she felt that her dad’s appearance was very airy.

　　 When Dad stepped into the back kitchen, the little girl clapped her hands and shouted, "Go on, Dad."

　　 Feng Yifan heard the words and looked at the daughter next to his father-in-law, then smiled and blew his daughter a kiss: "Okay, Dad will definitely work hard."

　　 From Feng Yifan entering the door to his entering the back kitchen, this series of performances surprised the new and old diners present.

　　The old diners couldn't help but say a few words to Su Jinrong.

　　 "Old Su, your son-in-law is kind of interesting."

　　 "No, it looks a bit like an opera today."

　　 "Hehehe, it really feels like an artist. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"

　　 "Yes, yes, the artist smells out."

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　　 Sitting in a wheelchair, Su Jinrong listened, his slanted mouth lifted involuntarily, and a smile was drawn on his face.

　　 After entering the back kitchen, Feng Yifan quickly put on a chef's uniform, and took out the apron he brought back from his luggage.

　　 Next, turn on the stove fire, and then put all the prepared ingredients on the cooking table, and wait for the first round of orders outside.

　　 Not long after, the first menu was sent in by my daughter Feng Ruoruo.

　　 The menu was put down, and Feng Ruoruo said to her father seriously: "This is from Grandpa Zhang's table. You have to make it well. Grandpa watched it from Grandpa Zhang. If you don't do it well, you will be unhappy."

　　 Feng Yifan made an "OK" gesture to his daughter: "No problem, trust Dad."

　　 When Feng Ruoruo ran out quickly, Feng Yifan in the back kitchen immediately got busy and started cooking for Lao Zhang's table.

　　 With the table outside ordering good food, Feng Ruoruo finally found a chance to shine in the grandfather’s small restaurant. Although she was still young, she could not serve food or clean the table, but she could give her father a menu.

　　 Menus were sent in one by one, and at the beginning, Feng Ruoruo children threw them on his father's cooking table and ran out.

　　 But the menu to the fourth table was sent in. Feng Ruoruo found that his father was very busy and the menu on the table was messy.

　　 The little girl was very serious and helped her father organize the menus and pressed them one by one in order.

　　 Feng Yifan was busy in front of the stove while watching what his daughter did. I saw my daughter sort out the menus one by one and put them in a more conspicuous position on the cooking table. He also felt warm in his heart.