Hardcore Chef Dad

　　 If you go to bed early, you will naturally get up early. Feng Yifan also got up very early today, waking up at four o'clock in the morning on time.

　　 Although he has slept for three nights, he has to admit that he still hasn't been able to adapt to the hardness of the restaurant floor.

　　 got up from the floor, stood in the restaurant, twisted his waist, moved his legs and feet, Feng Yifan couldn't help sighing: Fortunately, he is young enough now.

　　 After moving the stiff body away, Feng Yifan quickly laid the quilt and the floor and placed it in the utility room on the first floor of the restaurant. Wash up in the bathroom on the first floor, change into light clothes, take the keys and go out lightly.

　　 Today, I still have to go to the market. I need to buy some fresh vegetables. At the same time, I want to see if there are any high-quality goods to buy.

　　 The old street is very quiet, and there is still only one shop in Dongtou that has opened earlier and is busy.

　　 When passing by the door, Feng Yifan unexpectedly saw that it was not a familiar old man who was lighting the stove today, but a young man with a tender face and rusty hands.

　　 Just when Feng Yifan was strange, he saw the old man come out from inside, his face was stern, and his mouth was not at all polite.

"Let you make a fire, can you make a mess for a long time without lighting it? You said you are in your twenties, and you have nothing to do all day, and you can't do anything well. From now on, if I kick my legs, you are afraid that it will be hot. I can't eat it anymore."

As soon as the voice came down, another voice rang from the shop: "You old man, how old is he? After so many years of school, what will he make a fire? Why don't you let the boss come back? You know how to call the younger one. ."

　　 Hearing the voice in the shop, the old man who walked out suddenly turned his head and shouted at the voice in the shop.

"I'm calling him? I'm teaching him something. If he has the ability, he will be admitted to university in another place like his sister. I promise not to call him. He will come back and I will serve him well. He has that ability. ?"

　　 This conversation at the shop earlier made Feng Yifan standing in front of the door a bit embarrassed, and I am sorry to greet the people in the shop again.

　　 The older Uncle Lin didn't stop there, he still continued to anger the little son who was guarding the stove at the door.

　　 This situation really made Feng Yifan feel so empathetic. When he failed in the college entrance examination, he had experienced this scene at home.

　　 The parents placed too much hope, but as a result, they ushered in a huge loss. In many cases, the parents really can’t accept it, and they don’t know how to solve it. It can only turn this loss into a kind of anger and pour out on the child.

　　 Just as Feng Yifan was thinking, would you like to persuade him to make Uncle Lin a little more tolerant of his little son?

　　 I suddenly saw that the young man who was making the stove grabbed the stove hook by his feet, his fists were already clenched.

　　 As soon as the opponent stood up, Feng Yifan stepped forward and reached out and grasped the young man's wrist.

　　 The angry young man was shocked. The moment he turned his head to look at Feng Yifan, the resentment in his eyes stopped for a while. After a brief stupor, the young man also woke up.

　　 Feng Yifan gently took the other's injured stove hook and did not speak to the young man. Instead, he smiled and talked loudly to the shop.

　　 "Uncle Lin, why are you so angry early in the morning? It's not a good thing that this son helped you build the stove? Why bother to get angry?"

　　 The owner of the shop earlier, Lin Youjian, heard the voice and turned to see Feng Yifan who had already stepped into the shop.

　　 It was a short-lived first, and then Lin Youjian didn't even look at his young son. Instead, he chatted with Feng Yifan with a smile on his face: "Yifan? Going to the market so early to buy groceries?"

　　 Feng Yifan loosened Lin Youjian's younger son's wrist, and smoothly stuffed the stove hook into the opponent's hand.

　　 "Yes, go to the market and see if you can find some fresh goods today. That's how dry meals are. You always have to give customers a little freshness. Otherwise, wouldn't they be boring if they always eat those kinds of food?"

　　 Lin Youjian nodded and said, "Yes, that's how it is to do catering. You have to have old things and new things, and you have to change things in a different way."

Speaking of this, Lin Youjian couldn't help but sighed: "Oh, sometimes I still envy Lao Su. You are such a good son-in-law, how can I be like me? I am old and have to work hard. The key is now to be really early. It's not easy to do."

　　Listening to Lin Youjian's words and Feng Yifan's observations over the past few days, it is true that the business of early shops is not so good.

　　 Firstly, because the old street is undergoing reconstruction, some residents in the surrounding area have begun to move out one after another; secondly, it may also be that the soy milk fritters, which have been like a day for decades, are not attractive.

　　 Feng Yifan thought of these problems and gave Lin Youjian an idea.

"Uncle Lin, nowadays, the neighborhood of Old Street is facing reconstruction, and many old residents are moving away. Not to mention that you are early, but Su Kee’s business is not as good as before. These days are also thanks to the old diners and the old street. The flow of people coming here to visit the night market before the reconstruction has driven some.

　　 I think, Uncle Lin, you started early. In fact, you don’t have to guard this small shop, get a cart or three rounds, and go a little farther to the gate of the new community. There should be a lot of business. "

　　 Hearing Feng Yifan's words, Lin Youjian was stunned for a moment, and then fell into deep thought. Obviously Feng Yifan's words touched him.

　　 After putting away the stove hooks, Lin Youjian’s youngest son suddenly couldn’t help but said, “I’ve proposed it a long time ago, but my dad just doesn’t want to try.”

　　 Then, it seems that because of Feng Yifan's presence, the young man is more confident and simply speaks out some of his thoughts.

"The LC area around our old street is undergoing reconstruction. Many of the neighborhoods are already empty, but two intersections are a new neighborhood. I went there and stepped on it. Those neighborhoods didn’t sell early in the morning. of.

　　 Our soy milk and fried dough sticks are so good. Going there will definitely attract a lot of people. The business is definitely better than it is now. "

　　 Lin Youjian felt very dissatisfied when he heard the youngest son say such a long list. This is probably something that most elderly fathers will have, a feeling that the authority of the father is suddenly challenged.

　　 So even if Feng Yifan was there, Lin Youjian instantly got rid of his face: "If you can, you know that people are willing to eat soy milk fritters?

　　 When I was in school, I never saw you so capable. If you are really capable, why don’t you give me a college entrance examination? Also, follow me and your mother sparingly, guarding such an early shop to get up and get up in the dark. "

　　 This is actually the idea of ​​many parents. They feel that they are too tired to do it earlier, and hope that their children will not be like themselves.

　　 was beaten fiercely by his father, and the young man also lowered his head, and suddenly the whole person was wilted, and the previous strenuous effort dissipated in an instant.

　　 Feng Yifan saw in his eyes that he really sympathized with the youngest son of Uncle Lin's family, and he actually encountered a similar situation back then.

After thinking about it, Feng Yifan said seriously: "Uncle Lin, the reconstruction of the old street should start soon. When that happens, everyone will have to change places, so we really can't stick to it. The so-called'moving trees to death and moving people to live' , We always have to try something in advance."

　　 Lin Youjian sighed helplessly after hearing Feng Yifan’s words: "Oh, it's not that I don't want to go. In fact, most of the residents in these new communities don't like soy milk fritters very much."

　　 Feng Yifan listened and said with a smile: "I don't like the simplicity of soy milk fritters, you can make something else? I remember Aunt He's buns are also very good.

　　 If you are talking about something more fashionable, it is actually not difficult. If you are willing and can trust me, you can ask my brother to come to me. I will take the time to teach him something fashionable and novel. "

　　 With such remarks, the Lin family father and son were all taken aback, and Lin Youjian’s wife He who came out of it was also a little surprised.