Hardcore Chef Dad

Afternoon is a time for many people to have free time to rest.

Like old people sitting around Su Ji.

Sip tea, taste snacks, talk about the past, and remember a long time.

Speaking of the past, the elderly always have a lot of things to say. It sounds like a story to young people, but for the elderly, a beautiful story is their experience.

While chatting, Liu Wanhua said: "Jin Rong, I still remember that your earliest apprentice was Maosheng's son, right?"

When this matter was mentioned, the atmosphere suddenly changed slightly.

Su Jinrong nodded in response, while looking at Zhang Maosheng.

Zhang Maosheng, who drank a little wine at noon, looked ruddy at this time, and he was a little bit drunk, but when Liu Wanhua brought it up, he woke up almost instantly.

After a moment of silence, Zhang Maosheng said, "That bastard, don't mention it."

Perhaps only Liu Wanhua said about this matter, so that Zhang Maosheng would not be angry on the spot, or even turn his face.

Hearing what Zhang Maosheng said, Liu Wanhua went on to say: "Maosheng, some things cannot be avoided. You have to face it and find a way to solve the problem."

Zhang Maosheng's face slowly turned redder, and it was obvious that he wanted to get angry.

Su Jinrong suddenly said, "Xiao Zhang, yes, I learned my skills and became the head chef in Fujing Building."

Hearing this, Zhang Maosheng understood that he couldn't avoid the topic, and said decisively: "He is a good ass, he has learned something and his tail is up to the sky, now all right, he was pushed out by the Fujing Building. Yeah."

Speaking of this, Zhang Maosheng finally couldn't hold back the anger in his heart, and he uttered what he had been holding back for some years.

"At the beginning, I asked him to study hard with Lao Su, but he did well. After studying for a long time, he quit his job, turned his face with me, and ran to his mother.

The results of it? When I went to send someone under the fence, I felt uncomfortable, and ran out again to apprenticeship.

Had it not been for Lao Su, who had learned a solid foundation, would he have the opportunity to apprentice again? Can you be attracted by the chefs of other big restaurants? "

Hearing this, Su Jinrong waved his hand: "That's his, the opportunity, he has worked hard."

Zhang Maosheng continued and said: "He has learned something. He is not convinced. When he comes back to challenge me, he wants to compare me with a bowl of noodles. He is going to blame him."

Liu Wanhua heard this and said in a deep voice: "Maosheng, just talk as you speak, don't always be'Lao Tzu'."

Zhang Maosheng immediately converged: "I am not a professional cook. If I lose, yes, I will move away and give him the house. I can't live without him? Am I not alive now?"

Lu Cuiling also heard about some related things from her son, and now she heard Zhang Maosheng say it again, and she felt that the father and son were actually quite alike.

"Lao Zhang, don't you think, in fact, your son has a temperament like you?"

Zhang Maosheng was taken aback when he heard the words.

Liu Wanhua said: "It's just like a pair of bulls."

Zhang Maosheng didn't care: "Anyway, he has been kicked out of Fujing Building anyway. I think this is what he deserves. If he learns something, he won't be able to study hard."

Su Jinrong opened his mouth and said, "Fenglin is off the track. He has learned from the long fish and needs to give full play to his strengths."

Tang Zhuochen asked a little strangely: "Lao Su, you said that Lao Zhang's son learned the long fish, what is that?"

Zhang Maosheng immediately said: "He went to apprentice a foreigner, and was later spotted by a chef who went out here, so he learned to cook long fish from other people's apprenticeship, which is our famous long fish feast in Huaicheng."

Tang Zhuochen was a little surprised when he heard it: "Lao Zhang, then this is a great craft, you can go anywhere."

Zhang Maosheng said with a straight face: "But he obviously learned how to cook long fish, but in order to become a chef, he lost all of them and kept in Fujing Building and did something irrelevant."

From what Zhang Maosheng said, one could still hear that he was very dissatisfied with his son.

But if you taste him carefully, it is not difficult to find that the old man still cares about his son.

Otherwise, how could he know what he learned from his teacher after he went to another place?

How would you know that after your son became a chef, he left behind what he was best at?

So although the words are fierce, it is obvious that Zhang Maosheng always pays attention to his son, and understands his son's every move, which reflects a father's concern for his son.

Su Jinrong said: "If you don't practice your skills, you will regress."

Zhang Maosheng agreed: "Yes, that kid now, I am afraid he can't even kill fish."

As soon as the voice fell, Feng Yifan's voice sounded: "Uncle Zhang, things have passed for so many years, in fact, the matter between you and the brother, should you let it go or let it go."

Hearing this, Zhang Maosheng raised his head and looked at Feng Yifan. He was taken aback for a moment and said, "You just called him ‘senior brother’? So have you seen him?"

Feng Yifan did not conceal: "I have encountered it many times in the farmer's market."

Zhang Maosheng went on to say: "How is that kid now? He is still so arrogant? Are his nostrils up to the sky?"

Don't tell me, Feng Yifan can't help feeling that it's quite vivid to say this to Zhang Maosheng. When he met Zhang Fenglin for the first time, the other party really had nostrils upside down, and he was so proud.

Perhaps at that time Zhang Fenglin was indeed at the peak of his life, and he was the head chef of the most famous restaurant in Huaicheng.

When walking in the vegetable market, all the stall owners need to be respectful. Maybe he does the same when he is in the back kitchen. It has become a habit.

So in the subsequent encounters, even if he was no longer in Fujing Building, Zhang Fenglin still revealed such arrogance.

Of course, in the last time, Zhang Fenglin really converged a lot.

Perhaps it is because his restaurant is not very good in terms of operation, which made him realize that he is no longer the former chef who used to be famous.

Seeing Feng Yifan's silence, Zhang Maosheng sneered and said, "It seems that I was right?"

Feng Yifan was a little helpless and didn't know how to go on.

It was Liu Wanhua who helped round the game: "After all, they used to be the chef of Fujing Building. It is normal to have a little arrogance. Don't always look at people with colored glasses as a dad."

Zhang Maosheng curled his lips and said, "What about now? Hasn't he been swept out? This is the end of pride."

Lu Cuiling followed and said, "Lao Zhang, if you say that, can I also say Yifan? After so many years abroad, I have not achieved anything. In the end, I have to return to Su Ji. What face is there to see people?"

Feng Yifan heard his mother's words, and suddenly he couldn't laugh or cry.

Zhang Maosheng hurriedly said: "Yifan is different. Yifan has not lost his job as a chef, his craftsmanship has not been lost, the cooking is still so good, and all the processes are done by himself."

Feng Yifan smiled and added: "I’m not without

Manpower? "

Before Zhang Maosheng could speak, Feng Yifan said: "Also, although Su Ji is a time-honored brand, we always cook private dishes. It can't compare with the amount of walking in a big hotel. The head chef over there really can't do it alone."

Hearing this, Zhang Maosheng suddenly figured out the taste, as if he understood why the topic today was extended to himself and his son.

"Yifan, are you telling me the truth, did the kid Zhang Fenglin look for you? I want you to help him speak nice things, and then I want to reconcile with me? I want to regain filial piety and family harmony, right?"

Seeing Zhang Maosheng's understanding, Feng Yifan smiled and said, "Uncle Zhang, things have passed so many years, and my dad doesn't mind. Can you forgive him?"

Zhang Maosheng said straightforwardly: "I want to forgive him? No way, now it's no good, I'm in despair, thinking of me, what's wrong? You want me to go to the door to apologize to him?"

Hearing what Zhang Maosheng said, the old people present naturally listened to the taste.

It's not that the old man is unwilling to forgive his son, but he wants his son to come to apologize and give him a step down.

Several old people understood and winked at each other.

Lu Cuiling said directly: "If you make a mistake, you should admit it. If you want to be forgiven, you have to show enough sincerity. Besides, if your son made a mistake, you must take the initiative to admit it."

Actually, without his mother's reminder, Feng Yifan could also hear Zhang Maosheng's meaning, but he still pretended to be in a daze.

Liu Wanhua said again: "Okay, okay, I should be blamed for this matter today. I shouldn't mention it. Let it go beforehand. Let the father and son solve the matter by themselves."

Speaking of this, Liu Wanhua squeezed the cakes on the table: "Let’s eat Yifan’s cakes."

Feng Yifan smiled, and quickly served another small dish: "Uncle Zhang, don't get angry, come here for snacks and tea."

Zhang Maosheng's face was sullen on the surface, but his hand still stretched out to the cake on the plate.

After serving the pastry, Feng Yifan turned and went back to the kitchen.

Su Ruoxi is in the back kitchen at this time and is making desserts according to the method her husband said, so that her daughter can eat delicious desserts when she comes back from kindergarten school.

Seeing her husband came back, Su Ruoxi put down her hand and said, "Look, is this okay?"

Feng Yifan woke up, walked to his wife's side, looked at the model made by his wife, smiled and said, "Yes, my wife did a great job, but I didn't expect my wife to be really talented."

Su Ruoxi received her husband's compliment and immediately raised her chin proudly: "Of course, I am amazing."

Feng Yifan stretched out his hand, held his wife's hand, and continued to make some fine adjustments.

Makes the shape of desserts better.

When her husband put the dessert in the oven, Su Ruoxi asked curiously: "What did you do outside just now? Why did you go there for so long? I seem to hear Uncle Zhang get angry?"

Feng Yifan smiled and replied: "It's nothing, isn't it just about Zhang Shu and Zhang Fenglin's father and son?"

Su Ruoxi thought for a while and said, "I think Zhang Fenglin needs to apologize to Uncle Zhang for this matter. It is obviously that he did something wrong."

Feng Yifan nodded: "It should indeed be for him to apologize. I will go back to talk to him about this."

Su Ruoxi asked again: "You are so caring, do you want him to participate in the aunt's cooking competition?"

Feng Yifan smiled and said, "I think he knows, and he will definitely go. Besides, I heard from my dad that he had learned a long fish banquet very seriously, so he should also go to participate. Maybe he can just turn over."

Su Ruoxi thought for a while and asked, "Then he turned over, maybe he will be the same as before?"

Feng Yifan smiled slightly: "That's not something we can manage. I always think that people who have the ability should be a little proud, but they must grasp that degree."

Su Ruoxi looked at her husband and asked, "Are you also quite proud in your heart?"

Feng Yifan nodded: "I must be proud. My food is great, and I have such a good wife and such a well-behaved daughter. I am very proud."

Su Ruoxi cheered up and said to her husband, "Just scream."

The couple slowly approached, their lips almost close to each other, when suddenly they heard a noise from the oven.

Then the couple rushed to the oven.

Turn on the oven, take out the contents, and find that the surface of the toasted bread is burnt, and the top has been directly exploded.

Seeing this situation, Su Ruoxi suddenly said in a huff: "Look, it's all to blame. Have you roasted this? Look, it's all exploded, how can you give Ruoruo?"

Feng Yifan also looked helpless, and then glanced at the temperature of the oven, suddenly even more helpless.

"You set the temperature too high."

Su Ruoxi came back to her senses instantly and looked at the temperature of the oven, and it turned out that the temperature was set too high.

Seeing this scene, Su Ruoxi was also a little embarrassed.

After thinking about it, she pouted and said, "I still blame you. You said you were chatting with old people outside, and you don't care about me. If you come in early and check for me, won't you make a mistake? "

Feng Yifan couldn't help being amused at the sight of his wife's "extraordinary words".

Suddenly found that the wife at this moment is really cute.

It's not like the calm and gentle appearance when greeting guests in a restaurant. Nor is it the gentle mother's appearance in front of Ruoruo. It is not the maturity and stability shown in front of parents.

At this moment, Su Ruoxi is like a little girl, who will make some arrogance and ask her husband to take the initiative to admit his mistakes.

Feng Yifan grabbed his wife's waist and smiled and said, "Okay, it's all my fault. How could my wife be wrong? Then should we do it again?"

Su Ruoxi nodded immediately: "Of course I have to do it, otherwise Ruoruo will come back to eat?"

Feng Yifan first went to clarify the bakeware ~www.readwn.com~ and the molds in the bakeware.

Here Su Ruoxi has carefully carried out the pre-production of desserts according to the proportioning table. Every step is very strict, following a fixed amount, and all have to go through a small electronic scale.

After a lot of hard work, the batter of the cake was finally ready to be baked again.

This time, Feng Yifan adjusted the temperature of the oven and helped his wife preheat it.

After that, he walked behind his wife, put his arms in his arms, held his wife's hand, and then took his wife to do it together. Pour the batter into the mold and smooth the mouth of the mold.

After all the batter was poured, Feng Yifan put the cake made by his wife into the oven by himself.

Su Ruoxi waited for her husband to press the button and turned around, and immediately said, "If it breaks again this time, it is your responsibility, and you did it."

Seeing his wife cheating, Feng Yifan laughed and nodded: "Well, it's my responsibility to do something bad, let's go."