Feng Yifan stood beside him, looking at his wife like a child learning to write for the first time, and very seriously poured the milk in the small pot into the bottom of the egg tart that had been laid with diced pulp.

Every time, Su Ruoxi was very cautious, staring at the amount of milk poured with a serious face.

I will compare the appearance next to it to ensure that the amount of milk poured into each tart crust is basically in the same position.

That kind of staring, coupled with the very slow movement of the two hands, really looks like a serious good baby.

And Su Jinrong, who was in a wheelchair, was also the first time to see her daughter doing things so seriously.

Su Jinrong suddenly thought in his heart: Did he make the same mistake as his father at the beginning, and it was a mistake not to let his daughter go into the back kitchen to study?

At this moment, Su Ruoxi's serious and delicate movements made Su Jinrong feel that maybe his daughter also had such a talent for cooking.

Finally, after pouring all the egg tart skins into the milk, Su Ruoxi breathed a long sigh of relief, put down the small iron pot in her hand, felt a little stiffness in her arms, and shook her hands hard.

When Feng Yifan saw this scene, he held his wife's hands with both hands and rubbed his wife's hands very gently.

"Soak it in warm water for a while, and the first time you do this, you will definitely be a little uncomfortable. ”

Su Ruoxi originally wanted to withdraw her hand, but found that her husband rubbed his palms and finger joints, and the gentle movements made her feel very comfortable, so she didn't withdraw her hand.

After letting her husband rub it for a while, Su Ruoxi looked at the milk-infused egg tart and said, "Is this okay?"

Feng Yifan shook his head and said: "Of course it doesn't work, it still needs to be baked, and of course it needs a little processing for the sake of beauty." ”

Su Ruoxi immediately withdrew her hand, then pushed her husband and said, "Then why don't you hurry up? Don't delay the time, you hurry up and send it to your daughter." ”

Feng Yifan smiled and asked, "Didn't my mother go to give it to her daughter today?"

Su Ruoxi was stunned for a moment, and felt that she could indeed deliver it herself, not to mention that today's egg tart was baked by her daughter herself, and it would definitely surprise her daughter to send it herself.

But after thinking about it, Su Ruoxi felt that she couldn't deliver it herself, what if her daughter and children didn't think it was delicious?

Su Ruoxi immediately shook her head and said, "I won't send it, you send it to your daughter, don't tell your daughter, I made this for her today." ”

Feng Yifan listened and asked strangely, "Why?"

Su Ruoxi said seriously: "Then what if my daughter and kindergarten children think it's not delicious? Besides, this is what you have to do, and you instructed me to do it, so it's also your problem if it's not delicious, and I won't give you this responsibility." ”

What his wife said, Feng Yifan couldn't cry or laugh, but he didn't expect his wife's ability to shake the pot was really powerful.

Feng Yifan continued: "What are you afraid of? If you do it exactly according to my recipe, there will definitely be no problems, and you can taste it first, if it is delicious, you will definitely be happy if you send it to your daughter personally." ”

Su Ruoxi continued with a serious face: "Then I made it myself, I can't judge it myself, and if my daughter knows that I did it, she will definitely say that it is delicious, so I can't judge accurately, I want to listen to the real judgment of my daughter and children, whether I did it well or not." ”

Seeing that his wife was very unconfident, Feng Yifan smiled and comforted: "You don't have to worry, your daughter and children will definitely think that you are doing a good job." ”

Although Feng Yifan persuaded a lot, his wife still insisted that she did it to conceal the fact that she had done it, and to let her daughter and kindergarten children give an objective judgment.

Feng Yifan saw that his wife was as stubborn as a little girl, so he could only nod helplessly and agree to her.

Then, Feng Yifan took out some cherries from the refrigerator, used a knife to make small red flowers under the cherry meat slices, and garnished them on the milk of the egg tart.

In this way, the double skin custard tart is more colorful and beautiful.

Su Ruoxi, who was standing next to her, also had her eyes shining when she looked at it.

The final step, of course, is to bake in the oven.

Feng Yifan put the baking tray in the oven, adjusted the temperature, and began to clean up the cooking table, tidy up and clean all kinds of things, and the baking time was about the same.

When the oven is turned on, the sweet aroma of cookies and milk wafts out mixed with milk, which permeates the entire kitchen.

In the aroma of cookies and milk, there is also a hint of fruit, which is really tempting to smell.

Su Ruoxi was even more worried at this time, worried that she would not do well, so she kept paying close attention to the baking tray that her husband took out of the oven.

The baking tray was placed on the counter, Feng Yifan smiled and said, "Very good, the finished product is perfect, it seems that my wife is still very talented." ”

When Su Ruoxi heard this, she hurried to the front of the baking tray, and when she looked down, she saw that among the burnt yellow egg tarts, in the white and tender milk, a little red was embellished, and it really looked very beautiful.

Seeing such success, Su Ruoxi was also a little proud in her heart, and raised her chin to her husband and said, "Hmph, now I know, it's not just you who can do it." ”

As she spoke, Su Ruoxi stretched out her hand, intending to take out one and taste it.

But Feng Yifan grabbed her hand and said with a serious face: "Be careful of burning, I only said it once yesterday, why don't you have a long memory? Put it here, and you can eat it when it's cold." ”

Su Ruoxi withdrew her hand, couldn't eat it, and pouted a little unhappily. Then I thought of a question: "How are you going to send it to your daughter?

Feng Yifan nodded and said, "Well, it's really not beautiful to use an ordinary lunch box, but I also have something to prepare." ”

As he spoke, Feng Yifan found a few boxes that had been pressed into pieces of paper from some of the things he bought this morning.

After some shaping by his hands, the pieces of paper were turned into shallow little cardboard boxes, just enough to hold about six tarts in one of them.

Su Ruoxi asked in surprise, "Have you even prepared the box?"

Feng Yifan responded with a smile: "Of course, isn't your husband very smart?"

Su Ruoxi pouted: "Less proud." ”

Then, the egg tarts were placed on the side of the cooking table to cool, while Feng Yifan continued to be busy preparing various ingredients.

It is very important to prepare ingredients in restaurants, such as stock and a variety of fresh vegetables, which should be prepared in advance.

Whether the food in the back kitchen of the restaurant can be efficient and high-quality depends on whether the ingredients are prepared in advance, as long as the preparation is sufficient, it can ensure that the cooking in the business is comfortable.

Su Ruoxi watched her husband busy beside her, smelling the fragrance of the egg tarts in the baking tray, and she couldn't help but glance at it a few times, and even couldn't help but swallow her saliva.

After staying for a while, Su Ruoxi finally couldn't stand it a little, pushed her father out of the back kitchen and said, "It's not early, you are busy in the back kitchen, I'll go to the front and open the door of the store." ”

Feng Yifan also came back to his senses and responded: "Oh, okay, can you be alone?"

Su Ruoxi said seriously: "Of course you can, you can do your kitchen well." ”

Seeing his wife pushing his father-in-law away, Feng Yifan also continued to be busy in the back kitchen, needing to clean vegetables, need to process some meat, and of course, the most important thing is to boil several pots of soup.

All this is something that a small restaurant like Su Ji needs to do every day, and it may be tedious to repeat it every day, but this is also the daily life of a small restaurant.

For Feng Yifan, in such a busy situation, he felt very comfortable, which was more real than the life of being held by the stars in his previous life.