Chapter 289： Chinese and Western breakfast

Seeing his daughter coming in, Feng Yifan poured a spoonful of boiling water on the surface of the basin, and said, "Dad, this is called hot noodles."

Feng Ruoruo watched his father pouring such a large spoonful of boiling water directly into the basin, and was a little surprised: "Ah, Dad, it's hot, be careful."

The little girl was worried for her father, but she would be very curious again when she saw the hot water being poured into the basin by her father.

Seeing father pouring a spoonful of boiling water in, the little girl opened her eyes wide and was very surprised, but she didn't dare to come close.

Feng Yifan took a closer look at the scalded noodles, determined that it should be okay, and turned off the fire on the stove.

Then use chopsticks to stir the noodles in the basin into a flocculent shape, then buckle it upside down on the chopping board, and pour out all the noodles.

Seeing that his father had turned off the fire, Feng Ruoruo finally dared to come to his father's side to take a look.

Seeing the flocculent batter being poured on the chopping board by her father, the little girl couldn't help but stretch out her little hand, wanting to touch the noodles, and wanted to grab a small piece to play with.

But Feng Yifan hurriedly held his daughter's hand: "This is very hot, you can't play it yet."

One side stopped her daughter, and on the other, Feng Yifan immediately began to rub the dough.

Feng Ruoruo saw his father rubbing directly with his hands, and her little face was surprised: "Ah, father is so hot, be careful, you can wait until it is cold before you get it."

Feng Yifan quickly rubbed his face like clothes with his palm, and smiled and said to his daughter: "It's okay. Dad's hands are not afraid of getting hot, and if you see Dad's left hand and right hand, you won't get yourself hot."

Feng Ruoruo watched her father do it carefully, and found that her father's hands were rubbing the noodles alternately, as if it was really not hot.

Feng Yifan then dug a spoonful of lard and knead it together in the dough.

Finally, knead the dough into a very smooth look.

Feng Ruoruo was watching the whole time, and seeing her father kneading the noodles up, the little girl immediately said, "Dad, give Ruoruo a little bit."

Feng Yifan smiled, still grabbed a small piece and handed it to his daughter to play.

Feng Ruoruo held the small dough in his hand, and found that the dough was very different from the dough his father had given before.

Feng Ruoruo kneaded the dough like his father just now, and asked: "Dad, why is this noodles different from the previous ones?"

Feng Yifan smiled and said, "Because this noodle is different from the previous flour, this flour is called Chengmian."

Feng Ruoruo nodded as if he knew what he didn't know, and continued to play around with his father.

But soon, the little girl saw something more interesting.

Dad rubbed the kneaded noodles into long strips, then pulled off a small piece into a small ball, put a towel next to the chopping board, and poured some oil on the towel.

Next, the little girl witnessed the miracle moment.

Dad rubbed the knife on the towel, and used the oiled blade to press and flatten the small dough on the chopping board.

Afterwards, Dad used the knife to slowly press the dough and began to make a circle.

After his father turned around, Feng Ruoruo looked surprised when he picked up his father's knife. The little dough was turned into a flat, thin dough by his father.

Dad used a knife to scrape the dough off the chopping board, and after turning over the dough, he carried the prepared stuffing in.

Finally, I made a bag, flat on one side while bulging, like a little goldfish bag.

Seeing his father finished the bag, Feng Ruoruo suddenly exclaimed: "Ah, father is so beautiful."

After Feng Yifan finished the final trimming, he put the shrimp dumplings in a steamer with sliced ​​carrots: "This is called shrimp dumplings. After they are steamed, they will be more beautiful."

Feng Ruoruo immediately said, "Dad, is this shrimp dumpling delicious?"

Feng Yifan continued to wipe the skin and said, "Of course it is delicious. When it is done, you will know if you eat it."

Feng Ruoruo looked at her father and used the knife to make a round and thin skin on the chopping board again. He was really surprised.

Feng Yifan was surprised when he saw his daughter. He smiled and said, "This is because the oil on the knife is smoother. If there is no oil on the chopping board, the noodles will be glued to the chopping board. Round and thin dough."

Feng Ruoruo didn't quite understand, but the little girl still gave her father a thumbs up and said, "Daddy is awesome."

After some preparation, the shrimp dumplings were almost steamed. Feng Yifan prepared a milk vegetable porridge with milk, vegetables and polished rice, which was regarded as an early pairing with shrimp dumplings to eat.

When everything was ready, Feng Yifan carried a large tray and led his daughter out of the back kitchen.

"It's dinner."

When he walked out of the back kitchen, Feng Ruoruo immediately shouted for his father.

The grandmother and mother who had waited for a while also got up immediately and helped remove the things on the tray.

When his mother and his wife placed them, Feng Yifan hurriedly turned upstairs and carried his father-in-law, who had been washed by his wife and changed his clothes, from upstairs.

Pushing his father-in-law to sit at the table, his father-in-law was a little surprised when he saw the shrimp dumplings: "Oh? Did you make shrimp dumplings today?"

Feng Ruoruo heard her grandfather’s words and immediately leaned to her grandfather’s side and said, “Grandpa, this shrimp dumpling is very good. When Dad makes it, it’s really fun. That noodle needs to be blanched with boiling water. Then Dad uses a knife to pip Press it out."

When my grandfather heard what his granddaughter said, he smiled and said, "Really? That father is really amazing."

When my grandpa said this, the little girl was naturally very happy.

As Feng Yifan walked over to open the door, he said, "Actually, Dad is not that good. What Dad does are all basic skills for chefs. Shrimp dumplings are a basic course for dim sum cooks in Guangdong Province."

When the father-in-law heard this, he asked curiously: "How can you make shrimp dumplings?"

Feng Yifan answered without hesitation: "I learned it from a Cantonese cook."

After opening the door of the restaurant, the shop next door was already bustling with many people. The Lin family are also very busy in the breakfast shop.

Feng Yifan also greeted him immediately and asked some guests who couldn't sit down next door to eat in Su Ji.

Soon several tables at the door of Su Ji were all seated, Feng Yifan and the others didn't care, and they continued to eat their own food on a table in the back.

Feng Ruoruo had been looking forward to it for a long time. When his father opened the cage, the little girl immediately saw the pink, crystal-clear shrimp dumplings inside, and couldn't help but exclaim again: "Ah, it's so beautiful."

The little girl exclaimed so much, so many people next door bought breakfast, and the guests who came to Su Ji to eat couldn't help being curious.

Some guests stretched their heads to Feng Yifan and the others.

I saw that the family did not eat pot stickers, soy milk, fried dough sticks, crystal clear shrimp dumplings in the basket, and bowls of white milk vegetable porridge.

Although it looks very light, but it makes people can't help but appetite.

The person who stretched his head for a long time couldn't help swallowing his saliva and asked, "The boss, where did you buy the food?"

Feng Ruoruo had just been given a bite of shrimp dumplings by his father and heard others ask where he bought it. After eating, the little girl said immediately: "These are not bought, these are made by dad for us."

Hearing the little girl's answer, the person who was sitting at the door eating breakfast quickly asked: "Does your home sell breakfast too?"

Feng Ruoruo shook his head and said, "My father doesn't sell breakfast foods. My father makes them for me and my mother, grandma, and grandfather."

The little girl's answer made everyone a little disappointed, but everyone didn't mind. After all, most people know the existence of Su Ji through the Philippine program's publicity.

They also learned that Su Ji’s current owner and chef is a very skilled person.

Therefore, people cook an early meal for the family members, and the cooking is very delicate, and it is naturally understandable.

The guests sat down again and continued to eat the breakfast made by Lin's family. Although they still couldn't help but cast envious glances at the table inside, everyone still enjoyed pot stickers and soy milk with relish.

The pot stickers that Lin's family made earlier are indeed still a must.

In the Su Ji restaurant, everyone ate their breakfast quite distinctly.

This clear distinction was soon broken by the old man Zhuang Daozhong who came to Su Ji early in the morning.

When Zhuang Daozhong entered the door, he was also surprised by the situation in Su Ji. The table was changed again in the restaurant, and there was another group of people eating breakfast, which almost made the old man think that he had gone to the wrong door.

Fortunately, the old man heard the laughter of Feng Ruoruo inside, and the person who looked over the door glanced inside to make sure that he had not entered the wrong door.

Those who bypassed the door to eat breakfast, Zhuang Daozhong walked to Feng Yifan's table.

Seeing that Mr. Zhuang came so early, Feng Yifan and his family quickly got up.

Su Jinrong couldn't stand up, and he nodded to Master Uncle in the wheelchair and said, "Uncle Master early, why did you come here so early?"

Feng Yifan immediately greeted: "Uncle Shi hasn't eaten breakfast yet? Come and sit down and try my craftsmanship. It may not be authentic. Master Uncle taste it."

Zhuang Daozhong glanced down at the shrimp dumplings on the table and the milk vegetable porridge. He couldn't help but find it very interesting.

"You can be regarded as a combination of Chinese and Western, right?"

Feng Ruoruo raised the small spoon in his hand and said, "Grandpa, my dad makes these all delicious. You can make them and eat them together."

Zhuang Daozhong looked at the little girl, a smile appeared on her face and said, "Okay, that grandpa also sit down and have a taste."

Feng Yifan immediately turned around and went to the kitchen, and brought new dishes and chopsticks for Master Uncle.

The old man Zhuang Daozhong was not welcome. After receiving the bowl and chopsticks, he immediately picked up a shrimp dumpling and ate it.

I took a bite of the shrimp dumplings and chewed carefully in my mouth, savoring the taste of shrimp dumplings.

After eating a shrimp dumpling, Zhuang Daozhong nodded and said, "Well, the shrimp dumplings are very authentic. The shrimps are very fresh. They are not muddy, but retain some graininess. The bamboo shoots and fat are also given. It's just right."

If Feng Ruo didn't understand the professional things the grandpa said, she would immediately tell grandpa about his father's greatness when she saw grandpa finished the shrimp dumplings.

"Grandpa, do you know? Dad doesn't use sticks to make this Pipi. He uses a knife to pat the board on the board, and then sharpens it, and then a Pipi comes out."

Zhuang Daozhong listened and said with a smile: "It means that your father knows a lot, and he really knows how to make shrimp dumplings."

Feng Ruoruo continued: "Yes, Dad is amazing. Dad is not afraid of burning the hot noodles, so he knead it with his hands."

Su Ruoxi was a little embarrassed to hear her daughter keep talking over there, and stopped her daughter from saying: "Well, grandpa just listened to you, and hasn't eaten a few mouthfuls yet. You should also eat quickly and eat first."

Zhuang Daozhong saw Su Ruoxi stop the little girl, and said with a smile: "It's okay, grandpa also likes to hear Ruoruo say."

Su Ruoxi said to Elder Zhuang again: "Uncle Master, I'm really sorry. If she just likes to say it, if you listen to what she says, I'm afraid you won't be able to eat this breakfast."

Feng Ruoruo was said by her mother, and the little girl pursed her lips upset: "Mom, don't say Ruoruo."

Lu Cuiling immediately coaxed her little granddaughter: "Okay, don't let mother say, then let's hurry up and eat well, and we will talk about it when we are finished, okay?"

Under the coaxing of her grandma, the little girl finally started to eat obediently.

Zhuang Daozhong also had this breakfast with Su Ji's family.

Of course, such a family's breakfast is the envy of many people who eat breakfast in Su Ji.

Those crystal clear shrimp dumplings really make many people want to taste it.

It's a pity that Feng Yifan made it clear that he would not sell it. He just made breakfast for his family, and Su Ji didn't mean to sell it earlier.

Most of the diners now know that the small restaurant in Su Ji has very strict rules, so Feng Yifan said that it would not sell it, so it must be impossible for everyone to eat it.

So everyone can only envy.

After eating early, Lu Cuiling and Su Ruoxi's mother-in-law and daughter-in-law took the initiative to tidy up their things and took Feng Ruoruo away.

The purpose is to vacate the table so that Mr. Zhuang can speak out the purpose of this trip.

Zhuang Daozhong did not conceal Su Jinrong and Feng Yifan, the Weng son-in-law, and said straightforwardly, and explained the whole process of the matter.

"Jin Rong, you should understand the weight of the Chinese cuisine selection this time, so I really hope that you Su Ji can join hands to fully present the Su Zao Banquet of the year."

Su made a feast.

Hearing this name, Feng Yifan was a little surprised, and Su Jinrong's expression changed instantly.

Zhuang Daozhong patted Su Jinrong's hand lightly: "Don't be nervous, I haven't read the cookbook. The reason why I know Su Zaoyan is that I sorted out the original royal food archives in Beijing more than ten years ago and saw it accidentally. A record."

Feng Yifan looked serious, because he didn't even know the information, but he probably guessed something when he thought of the recipe that his father-in-law brought out.

Su Jinrong's expression eased a little, and he looked at the uncle and said, "I can't do it like this."

Zhuang Daozhong said earnestly: "So, I hope you can cooperate with Lan Xin. I believe that together with the Su family, you should be able to reproduce the past, so that the royal family respects it, Su Zao Banquet."

Then, Zhuang Daozhong looked at Feng Yifan again and said: "Yifan, I am here today. I am leaning and selling old. I hope you can compare with your aunt once. That is her heart knot. As long as you compare once, I believe she will unlock that. Knot."

Feng Yifan didn't immediately respond when he heard this, but instead looked at his father-in-law who was sitting silently.