Hardcore Chef Dad

After three rounds of wine and five flavors of food, this Feng Yifan's family banquet really made everyone very happy.

There are all kinds of big fish and meat on the table, and there are also very elegant vegetarian stir-fried side dishes.

It is the first time for Yue Qingsong and Hu Yan to really feel how different Feng Yifan's cooking skills are today.

Even a seemingly simple vinegar cabbage will be cooked by Feng Yifan.

In the end, almost all the plates on the table were eaten clean, and no leftovers were left.

And this is not to say that everyone is not full.

On the contrary, everyone is not only full, but also feels that the food is very good.

After everyone finished the meal, Feng Yifan finally served a piece of porridge. It was the last thing to let everyone pad their stomachs, and it was also a clear taste of the greasy feeling brought by the big fish and big meat.

Seeing the porridge brought by her father, Feng Ruoruo immediately clapped her hands and cheered, "Ah, there is still chicken porridge to eat."

After this meal, Yue Qihao also had a thorough play, and he and his younger sister no longer saw each other as before.

Hearing his sister cheering, Yue Qihao quickly asked, "What kind of porridge is chicken porridge?"

Feng Ruoruo immediately smiled and said, "Chicken porridge is a porridge made with chicken. Brother Haohao, try it. This porridge is delicious. My grandfather, mother, and grandparents all like it."

Lu Cuiling, who is holding her little granddaughter, also said: "We really like it. This porridge is delicious."

Feng Yifan once again served everyone one by one, but this time Feng Yifan first served Yue Qingsong a bowl.

"Come on, the first bowl, this time to Qingsong. First, you drank too much at noon today, and gave you a bowl of hangover. Secondly, I am also grateful. I have not been at home for many years and cannot accompany my parents, Qingsong. You replaced my son and helped me take care of my parents at home. Thank you Qingsong."

Yue Qingsong took it and looked at Feng Yifan a little bit drunkly.

"You bastard, I'm really jealous of you. Your kid is luckier than me. If you run out by yourself, you can worship such a good master and marry such a good wife..."

When it came to this, Yue Qingsong suddenly seemed to realize something, and quickly turned around and said to his wife: "Of course, my wife is also very good, and my wife is definitely better than your wife Yifan. Isn’t it a wife? I was so angry just now."

While speaking, Yue Qingsong also held his wife's hand and patted the back of his wife's hand gently to soothe him.

When Qi Yan saw her husband's drunk appearance, she was a little bit dumbfounded.

"Okay, if you drink too much, let's drink porridge and go home. Go home and have a good night's sleep."

Yue Qingsong naturally did not want to leave, and then continued to say to Feng Yifan: "Your kid is indeed lucky, but as a brother, I know that your kid has worked hard. You have tried your best to achieve what you are now, so I I'm not jealous of you at all."

After listening to Yue Qingsong's words, Feng Yifan stretched out his hand and held it down.

"Good brother, Yue Qingsong, you will always be my good brother Feng Yifan."

Yue Qingsong nodded and said: "Yes, good brother, one last thing, your kid has more time to come back, bring Ruoruo back to accompany your grandparents, you know?"

Feng Yifan agreed seriously: "Okay, I know, I will definitely."

Then, Feng Yifan also served porridge separately for everyone, and in the end there was almost nothing left in the bowl.

A small bowl per person will not be too much for people to eat.

When Yue Qihao started to eat, he took a bite and asked strangely: "This is delicious, but this seems to be rice porridge, right?"

In fact, everyone here feels the same way, just like eating a bowl of rice porridge.

At this time, Su Jinrong smiled and said: "You can taste those'rice grains' carefully."

So everyone tasted it carefully.

Soon Hu Yan's father made a difference.

"It doesn't seem to be rice in this porridge, right?"

Hu Yan's mother muttered strangely: "Isn't rice what?"

Yue Qingsong’s mother took several bites and said, “It seems that it’s really not rice, but it looks like rice. What is this?”

Feng Yifan smiled and said, "It is true that the porridge is not rice, but pureed chicken."

Hearing such an answer surprised everyone present.

"What? Chicken mash inside? But why can't I get the feeling of meat?"

Su Jinrong explained with a smile: "That's because the chicken mash has been beaten very finely, and the muscle tendons in the meat have also been picked out. Then add the green onion and **** water to stir into the meat mash, and then sift it with a fine sieve. Only use the very delicate chicken slurry in the lower layer, and finally use the thickened chicken broth to boil the chicken slurry in a pot to set the shape."

After listening to Su Jinrong's introduction, everyone was really surprised, and I thought it was really amazing.

Hu Yan's father thought for a while and said, "So speaking of that, this porridge is very troublesome to make, right?"

Su Jinrong nodded and replied: "The process is very cumbersome."

Feng Yifan smiled and said, "It's not very cumbersome. It just requires a little patience when going through the sieve. It's good for everyone to have a good meal."

Afterwards, everyone continued to drink porridge, but this time everyone ate it very finely, and they were all serious about savoring.

Qi Yan suddenly said at this time: "The key to this porridge should also have something to do with this soup, right?"

Feng Yifan looked at Qi Yan and immediately laughed: "My younger siblings understand very well. I immediately noticed the key points of this bowl of porridge. Indeed, the key point is the soup for cooking the porridge."

Qi Yan hurriedly waved her hand: "I, I actually don't understand. I was just thinking that there should be a lot of oil when the chicken soup is cooked, and if you want to cook it, it may not be so clear, so I'm very curious, brother How do you make this soup?"

Feng Yifan smiled and replied: "The cooked chicken soup cannot be used directly, but has to undergo some care, one of which is to remove the oil and impurities in the soup."

Listening to what Feng Yifan said, everyone really felt that they could listen with gusto, and it was even like seeing Feng Yifan cooking with their own eyes.

After the chicken porridge was drunk, the banquet was finished. Feng Yifan and Su Ruoxi packed their things together.

After clearing out the big table in the hall, I served some tea to the elders again.

At this time Hu Yan's father suddenly said: "Let Hu Yan go to wash the dishes."

Yue Qingsong also winked at his wife.

Originally, Feng Yifan was going to clean with his wife, but Hu Yan and Qi Yan were kicked out by his wife.

Su Ruoxi smiled and said, "You go to have tea and chat with the elders, a big man, what do you do with our women's affairs? Hurry up."

In this way, Feng Yifan was kicked out of the kitchen instead.

Back in the hall, Feng Yifan looked helpless: "I was driven back in the end."

Everyone in the hall burst into laughter.

Feng Ruoruo rushed directly in front of his father, threw himself into his father's arms, and asked his father to hold her like a lazy little cat.

Feng Yifan hugged her daughter and saw that her daughter was a little sleepy, and knew that it was time for her to take a nap.

"Ruoruo, do you want to go to sleep for a while?"

But Feng Ruoruo obviously didn't want to go, and put his arms around his father's neck and shook his head: "No, if you want to stay here with grandpa, grandma and grandpa."

Lu Cuiling saw the appearance of her little granddaughter and said, "Ruoruo should go to bed obediently."

Yue Qihao asked strangely: "Why is my sister so sleepy?"

Lu Cuiling smiled and said: "When my sister is in kindergarten, the kindergarten will arrange a nap, so when it comes to this nap time, my sister will start to doze off."

Feng Ruoruo pursed her little mouth and said to her father, "If you sleep in your father's arms, can you?"

Seeing her daughter begging, Feng Yifan nodded with a helpless smile: "Okay, Dad holds Ruoruo, Ruoruo sleeps in his father's arms."

Then Feng Yifan also found a chair to sit down, and then he held his daughter and talked with everyone like that.

Seeing this scene, Hu Yan's mother suddenly said: "I also said that in our village, only Hu Yan and her father are the most favored daughter, but now I see Yifan to understand that Yifan is the most favored daughter."

Feng Yifan smiled and put his finger to his mouth, and made a silent gesture.

Then in the main room, everyone was silent before they heard the very well-proportioned breathing of the little girl in Feng Yifan's arms.

Then Feng Yifan lightly held her daughter to his feet, gently held her daughter and moved outside the hall.

When she moved to the door, her daughter was already asleep in her arms, and she suddenly whispered in her father's ear: "Well, don't go to sleep, it must be in my father's arms."

Feng Yifan smiled slightly, and then proceeded to move out of the hall cautiously.

Then he took his daughter back to his and his wife’s room, put her daughter on the bed, and put the little rabbit brought back by her daughter.

As if not completely asleep, Feng Ruoruo reached out and hugged the little rabbit.

Seeing his daughter sleeping fast, Feng Yifan felt that his life was perfect at this moment.

After gently kissing his daughter's forehead, Feng Yifan left the room gently.

When I returned to the main room, when I passed the kitchen, I heard the movement inside and heard the three women talking and laughing together.

What surprised Feng Yifan was that his wife had a good relationship with Hu Yan and Qi Yan.

While washing the dishes together, the three women talked about various interesting things, talking about Feng Yifan and Yue Qingsong, or talking about their own children, and talking about the elderly at home with Hu Yan.

When Feng Yifan couldn't help thinking about the probe in the kitchen, his wife suddenly raised her head as if feeling something.

Seeing her husband poking his head, he immediately said: "Feng Yifan, don't take your head, hurry up and get out. This is our woman's place. You are not allowed to come in or eavesdrop."

Faced with his wife's scolding, Feng Yifan had to shrink his head and leave.

Back in the hall, everyone was chatting happily, and seeing Feng Yifan coming back a little bit ashamed, a group of elderly people suddenly laughed happily.

Lu Cuiling said: "Are you being driven back? Your wife is busy over there. Don't mess around."

Su Jinrong went on to say: "I know you love your wife, but if Ruoxi wants to do it, you have to support her."

Feng Jiandong finally smiled and said: "Your mother and your father-in-law have talked about it. Just sit down and chat with us. Everyone is very curious. What have you done abroad in those years? Tell us about it."

Lu Cuiling was also energetic immediately: "Yes, yes, I also want to know, what have you done since you went abroad for five years and haven't returned?"

Faced with everyone's inquiries, Feng Yifan could only sit down and start telling everyone about his experience abroad.

First of all, when he first went abroad, he went to the professional training base of Su Lanxin Company.

There was a strict standardization process for everything, so Feng Yifan was very uncomfortable after entering. He was also the least standard one, and was eventually expelled from the training base.

Feng Jiandong was a little curious and asked, "A standardized base? Why is Fujing Building not doing business?"

Feng Yifan explained earnestly: "Because that set of standards may suit the tastes of foreigners, but it is not very authentic Chinese cuisine, so after they took over Fujinglou, they were unable to give the essence of Chinese cuisine from the beginning. If you do it well, problems will arise."

Speaking of this, Feng Yifan said: "Furthermore, you have also misunderstood, Dad. After Fujinglou's aunt's team took over, the business is actually better than before."

Lu Cuiling then asked, "Since it is better than before, why does Fujing Building ask you to guide it?"

Everyone present has watched the culinary art competition, and also watched some follow-up related reports.

Knowing that Feng Yifan was invited to be the instructor of the chef and reproduced the dishes from the book "A Dream of Red Mansions" in Fujinglou. It can be said that Fujinglou's reputation suddenly became famous, and it was also reported by many people~www. readwn.com~Feng Yifan said with a smile: "Because it is too standardized, what they lack is creativity, and in China, there are many good restaurants that can do well, so Fujing Building is only standardized and not dominant, so they need me Help, help them re-launch the Fujinglou brand."

Yue Qingsong suddenly asked: "By the way, the dishes you cooked in Fujinglou are said to be the banquet dishes in the book "A Dream of Red Mansions". Is it true? Those dishes are the dishes in the book "Dream of Red Mansions"?"

Feng Yifan smiled and nodded: "Yes, those dishes are indeed the dishes in the Dream of the Red Chamber."

Although you may not have actually read the book "A Dream of Red Mansions", you still know such a masterpiece.

So I heard Feng Yifan admit that those dishes are indeed reissues of the dishes in the book "A Dream of Red Mansions", which shocked everyone and gained even more incredible recognition of Feng Yifan's cooking skills.

Su Jinrong spoke again at this time: "Yifan is able to reproduce the dishes of the Dream of Red Mansions, this has surpassed me."

Feng Yifan said quickly: "No, no, dad, you are still my teacher, and I still have a lot to learn from you."

Su Jinrong waved his hand: "You don’t need to belittle yourself. Your ability now has surpassed me. You have gained the strengths of ancient and modern Chinese and foreign countries, so that you can make many dishes with your hands. This is the real master style. Dad is old. I can stand by the wind."

Su Jinrong's words also made everyone present nod their heads for approval.

Only Lu Cuiling said: "My father-in-law, this kid can't boast so much. If you praise him like this, he will be proud and complacent. If you have recovered, you still have to help us stare at him to prevent him from doing outrageous things."

Feng Jiandong immediately agreed with his wife: "Yes, Lao Su, you can stare at him."

Su Jinrong smiled and said, "Okay, but I still believe in this son-in-law."