Seeing his daughter come in, Feng Yifan poured a large spoonful of boiling water into the basin and said, "Dad, this is called hot noodles." Feng Ruoruo watched her father pour such a big spoonful of boiling water directly into the basin, and was suddenly a little surprised: "Ah, Dad, it's so hot, you be careful." The little girl was worried about her father, but when she saw the boiling water being poured into the basin by her father, she was very curious.

Seeing that her father poured a large spoonful of boiling water into it, the little girl's eyes widened and she was very surprised, but she did not dare to approach.

Feng Yifan looked at the scalded noodles carefully, and made sure that it should be okay, so he turned off the fire on the stove. Then use chopsticks to stir the noodles in the basin into a flocculent shape, and then turn them upside down on the cutting 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 watch. Seeing the flocculent batter being poured on the board by her father, the little girl couldn't help but stretch out her little hand, wanted to touch the noodles, and wanted to pull a small piece to play with.

However, Feng Yifan hurriedly pressed his daughter's hand: "This is very hot, you can't play it now." On the one hand, he stopped his daughter, and on the other hand, Feng Yifan immediately began to knead his dough.

Feng Ruoruo saw her father rubbing it directly with her hands, and her little face was surprised: "Ah, Dad is so hot, you are careful, you can wait until it is cold before getting it." Feng Yifan quickly rubbed his face with his palm like rubbing clothes, and said to his daughter with a smile: "It's okay, Dad's hands are not afraid of being hot, and you see that Dad's left hand and right hand are like this, and he won't burn himself." Feng Ruoruo watched her father do it carefully, and found that her father's two hands were rubbing his face alternately, as if it was really not hot.

Feng Yifan then dug up another spoonful of lard and kneaded it together in the dough. Finally, the dough is kneaded into a very smooth appearance.

Feng Ruoruo watched the whole process from the side, and when she saw her father kneading her dough naked, the little girl immediately said, "Dad, give Ruoruo a little bit." Feng Yifan smiled, took off a small piece, and handed it to his daughter to play.

The small dough was held in Feng Ruoruo's hand, and she found that this dough was very different from the dough given by her father before.

Feng Ruoruo kneaded the small dough like his father just now, and asked, "Dad, why is this noodle different from the previous ones?" Feng Yifan smiled and said: "Because this noodle is different from the previous flour, this flour is called Cheng Dough." Feng Ruoruo nodded as if she didn't understand, and continued to play beside her father.

But soon, the little girl saw something even more interesting. Dad kneaded the dough into long strips, then pulled off a small piece and formed a small ball, and placed a towel next to the cutting board, and poured some oil on the towel.

Next, it is the moment when the little girl witnesses the miracle. Dad rubbed the knife on the towel, and with the oiled blade, he pressed the small dough on the flat board.

Then, Dad used the knife to slowly press the dough and began to spin in circles. After his father turned in circles, when his father's knife was picked up, Feng Ruoruo looked at it with a surprised face, and the small dough was turned into a flat thin dough by his father.

Dad scraped the dough off the board with a knife, turned it over, and carried the prepared filling inside.

In the end, it was wrapped into one, flat and bulging, like a little goldfish. Seeing that her father finished wrapping up, Feng Ruoruo suddenly exclaimed: "Ah, Dad, this is so beautiful." After Feng Yifan finally trimmed it, he put the shrimp dumplings into the steamer with carrot slices: "This is called shrimp dumplings, and when they are steamed, they will be even more beautiful." Feng Ruoruo immediately said: "Dad, is this shrimp dumpling delicious?" Feng Yifan continued to use the skin and said: "Of course it's delicious, when it's ready, Ruoruo will know if you eat it." Feng Ruoruo looked at his father, and turned around with a knife on the board, and he made a round and thin skin, which was really amazing.

Feng Yifan was surprised to see his daughter, and said with a smile: "This is because the oil on Dad's knife is relatively smooth, and there is no oil on the board, and the noodles will be glued to the board, so Dad can turn the blade with oil and turn it into a round and thin dough." Feng Ruoruo didn't understand very well, but the little girl still gave her father a thumbs up and said, "Dad is awesome." After some preparation, almost steaming the shrimp dumplings, Feng Yifan prepared a milk and vegetable porridge with milk, vegetables and polished rice, which was eaten as a breakfast with shrimp dumplings.

Everything was ready, Feng Yifan carried it on a large tray and led his daughter out of the back kitchen together.

"It's time to eat. When he walked out of the back kitchen, Feng Ruoruo immediately helped his father shout. Grandma and Mom, who had been waiting for a while, also got up immediately and helped take the things off the tray.

When his mother and wife were arranged, Feng Yifan quickly turned around and went upstairs to carry his father-in-law, who had already been washed by his wife and changed his clothes, from upstairs.

Pushing his father-in-law to sit at the dining table, his father-in-law was also a little surprised when he saw the shrimp dumplings: "Oh, did you make shrimp dumplings today?" Feng Ruoruo heard his grandfather's words, and immediately came to his grandfather's side and said: "Grandpa, this shrimp and shrimp dumplings are very good, Dad is very fun when he makes them, that noodle needs to be scalded with boiling water, and then Dad doesn't use sticks, he uses a knife to press the skin out." When Grandpa heard his granddaughter's words, he smiled and said, "Yes, Daddy is really good." Being said by her grandfather, the little girl was naturally very happy.

Feng Yifan walked over to open the door and said: "Actually, Dad is not very good, what Dad does is the basic skills of chefs, and shrimp dumplings are the basic lessons of dim sum chefs in Guangdong Province." When the father-in-law heard this, he asked curiously: "How do you know how to make shrimp dumplings?" Feng Yifan replied without hesitation: "I learned it from a Cantonese cook." "I opened the door of the restaurant, and the breakfast shop next door was already bustling with a lot of people.

The people of the Lin family are also very busy in the morning shop. Feng Yifan also immediately helped to greet him, and asked some guests who couldn't sit next door to Su Ji to eat.

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

Feng Ruoruo has been looking forward to it for a long time, and when her father opened the cage drawer, the little girl immediately saw the pink and crystal clear shrimp dumplings inside, and couldn't help but exclaim again: "Ah, it's so beautiful." Being exclaimed by the little girl made many guests next door buy breakfast and come in to eat Su Ji couldn't help but be curious.

A guest stretched out his head to Feng Yifan and looked at them. I saw that the family was not eating potstickers, soy milk, and fritters, but in the cage drawer were crystal clear shrimp dumplings, as well as bowls of white milk and vegetable porridge.

Although it looks very light, it makes people can't help but have an appetite. The person who stretched out his head to look at it for a long time couldn't help but swallow his saliva and asked, "That boss, where did you buy this food?" Feng Ruoruo had just been fed a mouthful of shrimp dumplings by his father, and heard others ask where he bought what he ate.

The little girl immediately said, "These are not bought, these are made for us by Daddy." Hearing the little girl's answer, the person sitting at the door eating breakfast hurriedly asked: "Do you also sell breakfast at home?" Feng Ruoruo shook his head and said: "My father doesn't sell breakfast, my father just makes it for me and my mother, grandma, and grandpa." The little girl's answer made everyone a little disappointed, but everyone didn't mind.

After all, now through the promotion of Philippine common witness programs, most people know about the existence of Su Ji. also learned that Su Ji's current boss and chef is a person with very high cooking skills.

Therefore, it is understandable that people make breakfast for their families, and they make it very exquisitely. The guests sat down again and continued to eat the breakfast that the Lin family had made for breakfast.

Although I couldn't help but cast envious glances at the table inside, everyone still ate potstickers and soy milk with relish.

The potstickers that the Lin family laid earlier are indeed still a must. In this way, everyone was eating breakfast in Su Kee Restaurant.

This kind of distinction was not long 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 shocked by the situation in Su Ji.

In the restaurant, the tables were changed again, and a group of people eating breakfast were seated, which almost made the old man think that he had gone to the wrong door.

Fortunately, the old man heard Feng Ruoruo's laughter inside, and looked past the person at the door to look inside, making sure that he had not entered the wrong door.

Bypassing the people who had breakfast at the door, Zhuang Daozhong walked to Feng Yifan's table. Seeing that Old Man Zhuang came so early, Feng Yifan and his family also quickly got up.

Su Jinrong couldn't stand up, so he nodded to his uncle in a wheelchair and said, "Uncle Shi, why did you come here so early?" Feng Yifan immediately beckoned: "Uncle Shi hasn't eaten breakfast yet, right?" Come sit down and try my craftsmanship, what you do may not be very authentic, Uncle Shi try it." Zhuang Daozhong glanced down at the shrimp dumplings on the table, as well as milk and vegetable porridge, and couldn't help but feel 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 father makes these very delicious, you can make them and eat them together." Zhuang Daozhong looked at the little girl, a smile appeared on his face and said, "Okay, then grandpa will also sit down and taste it together." Feng Yifan immediately turned around and went to the kitchen and brought new dishes and chopsticks for his uncle.

Old man Zhuang Daozhong was not polite, and after taking the dishes and chopsticks, he immediately picked up a shrimp dumpling to eat.

I took a bite of the shrimp dumplings and chewed them carefully in my mouth, savoring the taste of the shrimp dumplings. After eating a shrimp dumpling, Zhuang Daozhong nodded and said: "Well, the shrimp dumplings are very authentic, the shrimp are very fresh, not pureed, but retain some graininess, and the bamboo shoots and fat are also just right." Feng Ruoruo didn't understand these professional things that Grandpa said very well, she saw that Grandpa Tai finished eating shrimp dumplings, and immediately told Grandpa Tai that her father was amazing.

"Grandpa, do you know? Daddy, he doesn't use sticks to make this skin, he uses a knife to pat it on the board, and then grinds it, and a skin comes out. Zhuang Daozhong smiled and said, "It shows that your father knows a lot, and he does know how to make shrimp dumplings." Feng Ruoruo continued: "That's right, Dad is amazing, that hot noodles, Dad is not afraid of being hot, so he rubs it with his hands." Hearing her daughter keep saying over there, Su Ruoxi was a little embarrassed and stopped her daughter and said, "Okay, grandpa just listened to you, and he hasn't eaten a few bites yet, so you should eat quickly, eat first." Zhuang Daozhong saw Su Ruoxi stopping the little girl, and said with a smile: "It's okay, grandpa Tai also likes to listen to Ruoruo." Su Ruoxi said to Old Man Zhuang again: "Uncle Shi, I'm really sorry, if she likes to say, if you listen to what she says, I'm afraid you won't be able to eat this breakfast." Feng Ruoruo was told by her mother, and the little girl pursed her lips and was unhappy: "Mom, don't say Ruoruo." Lu Cuiling immediately coaxed her little granddaughter: "Okay, don't let my mother say it, then let's eat obediently and obediently, and we'll talk about it when we're done eating, okay?" Under the coaxing of her grandmother, the little girl finally ate obediently.

Zhuang Daozhong also had this breakfast with Su Ji's family. Of course, such a family's breakfast was envied by many people who entered Suji to eat breakfast.

Those crystal clear shrimp dumplings really make many people want to taste the taste. It's a pity that Feng Yifan made it clear that he didn't sell it, he just made breakfast for his family, and Su Ji didn't mean to sell breakfast.

Most of the diners now know that Su Ji is a small restaurant with big rules, so Feng Yifan said that it will not be sold, so it will definitely be impossible for everyone to eat.

So everyone can only envy. After breakfast, Lu Cuiling and Su Ruoxi's mother-in-law and daughter-in-law took the initiative to pack up their things and take Feng Ruoruo away.

In order to empty the table, so that Mr. Zhuang could tell the purpose of this trip. For Su Jinrong and Feng Yifan, the son-in-law, Zhuang Daozhong did not hide it, he said his intentions directly, and told all the things that happened.

"Jin Rong, you should understand the weight of this Chinese cuisine selection, so I really hope that you Su Ji can join forces to fully present the Su banquet of the year. "Su made a feast.

Hearing this name, Feng Yifan was a little surprised, and Su Jinrong's face changed instantly. Zhuang Daozhong gently patted the back of Su Jinrong's hand: "Don't be nervous, I haven't read that recipe, the reason why I know about Su Zaoyan's banquet is that I accidentally saw a record about ten years ago when I sorted out the royal food archives in the capital." Feng Yifan's expression was serious, because he didn't know this information at all, but thinking of the recipe that his father-in-law took out, he probably guessed something.

Su Jinrong's expression softened slightly, looked at his uncle and said, "I can't do it anymore." Zhuang Daozhong said seriously: "So, I hope you can cooperate with Lan Xin, I believe that together with your Su family, you should be able to reproduce the old days, so that the royal family can respect the feast." Then, Zhuang Daozhong looked at Feng Yifan again and said: "Yifan, I came today, I can rely on the old and sell the old, I hope you can compare with your aunt once, that is her heart knot, as long as you compare it once, I believe she will untie that heart knot." Feng Yifan didn't immediately respond when he heard this, but looked at his father-in-law who was sitting there without saying a word.

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