Except for Feng Ruoruo, the "little overlord of Su Ji", everyone else still respects Su Ji's rules. Of course, the most important thing is that the fried rice and noodles alone have already feasted the appetite of diners.

And after a few days of preparation, Feng Yifan also prepared some side dishes for everyone in accordance with Su Ji tradition.

The side dishes are paired with Su Ji's unique fried rice, as well as Yifu noodles with various toppings, which is really impossible to find fault with at all.

And because fried rice and noodles are more convenient, there are a lot of customers in Su Ji at noon, and the turnover rate has reached the peak of Feng Yifan's return for so many days.

Su Ruoxi was almost too busy to do it alone, but fortunately, her mother-in-law Lu Cuiling and Lin Ruifeng, who was still practicing cutting potatoes in the back kitchen, helped.

Of course, many times, when Feng Yifan came to serve food, he would also help clean up.

In the eyes of onlookers, the one who is very skilled and quick to turn over the stage is the young couple Feng Yifan and Su Ruoxi. The two of them are obviously used to it, and they are very quick when they clean the table, and they can ensure that the tables and chairs are very tidy.

After the peak of noon passed, Feng Yifan finally put together the meals on the table of Feng Ruoruo's two good friends and family members in kindergarten.

After all the adults' fried rice and noodles, Feng Yifan stood at the table and apologized: "I'm really sorry for making everyone wait for so long, I didn't expect there to be so many people at noon today." ”

Grandpa Chen Yaofei picked up the noodles in the bowl in front of him with chopsticks, looked at them carefully, and said, "Is it really Yifu noodles?" ”

Grandpa Chen Yaofei obviously knows Yifu noodles very well, so he ordered the most traditional "chicken juice Yifu noodles".

Feng Yifan heard Grandpa Feifei's words, and said with a smile: "You taste it, I have been abroad for a few years, and I actually have some hands." ”

Grandpa Chen Yaofei smiled, didn't say much, picked up the noodles with chopsticks, and ate a big bite with the soup.

After a short period of tasting, a smile bloomed on Grandpa Chen Yaofei's face, and he gave Feng Yifan a thumbs up: "Authentic, I can't imagine that I can still eat such authentic chicken sauce Yifu noodles now." ”

Praised by Feifei's grandfather, Feng Yifan hurriedly responded: "Thank you, you just need to eat well." ”

Yang Zhiyi ordered fried rice, and now when he heard Grandpa Chen Yaofei say this, he couldn't help but regret it a little, and felt that he should also order a bowl to try it.

When Li Fei'er saw her husband's expression, she naturally immediately understood her husband's thoughts, and gently poked her husband and said, "Don't just look at other people's food, hurry up and eat, try other people's fried rice, and you can also learn from others." ”

Yang Zhiyi was said by his wife, and he was a little unconvinced: "Isn't it just fried rice? ”

As soon as she finished saying this, her daughter Yang Xiaoxi didn't give face at all: "Dad, don't brag." ”

When Li Fei'er heard her daughter's words, she smiled and counted her husband: "Look at it, even your daughter knows that you brag, you taste other people's first, and after you eat it, you will say that you can do it?"

Yang Zhiyi was still not convinced, but he still scooped up a spoonful with a spoon, and then ate it directly.

In the mouth, the rice grains are slightly elastic, and the aroma of fried rice spreads out in the mouth, and it is chewed together with the side dishes in the rice, and the more you chew, the more you feel the unusual fragrance.

Yang Zhiyi really wanted to give himself a mouthful at this moment.

How do you think that you can make such fried rice yourself? This fried rice is simply so fragrant and delicious.

Yang Zhiyi ate a few bites in a row, and Li Fei'er asked with a smile: "How is it? Chef Yang of our family, what did you taste after eating so many bites? My daughter and I are waiting for you to come home and make it for us." ”

After listening to his wife's words, Yang Zhiyi had a flattering smile on his face, and said to his wife with a smile: "Wife, we have something to say, let's discuss this matter of going home to fry rice." ”

Yang Zhiyi's confessional appearance immediately caused a table of people to laugh.

Yang Xiaoxi opened his mouth and asked, "Dad, do you think Uncle Feng's fried rice is delicious now?"

Yang Zhiyi gave a thumbs up: "Absolutely, your Uncle Feng's fried rice, Dad can only use the word 'absolute' to describe it, Dad is really convinced, Dad really can't fry it." ”

Feng Yifan stood next to him and said with a smile: "Lao Yang, in fact, if you really want to learn, I can teach you, this fried rice is not difficult." ”

Before Yang Zhiyi could speak, Yang Xiaoxi preemptively helped his father agree: "Okay, my father wants to learn, Uncle Feng, you have to teach my father well." ”

Yang Zhiyi wanted to shout "don't learn", but when he saw the smiling eyes of his wife next to him, he could only swallow the words back. looked at Feng Yifan and said, "Okay, I'll come here to learn when I have time." ”

Seeing that everyone was very satisfied with the lunch, Feng Yifan also said with a smile: "Actually, everyone is happy to eat." ”

At this time, Feng Ruoruo finally had a chance to speak: "Dad, everyone has it, what about mine, Xixi's and Feifei's? You promised us to make us a special fried rice." ”

Feng Yifan reached out and gently touched his daughter's little face: "Don't worry, don't worry, Dad hasn't forgotten, I'll serve the three little babies immediately." ”

After that, Feng Yifan said goodbye to everyone, turned around and walked back to the back kitchen.

Watching Feng Yifan walk into the back kitchen, Yang Zhiyi looked at the three girls curiously and asked, "Are the three of you different from ours?"

Yang Xiaoxi said directly to his father: "Of course, the three of us are specially made for us by Uncle Feng, it is a very special fried rice, which is different from all of you." ”

Speaking of this, Yang Xiaoxi raised his little chin proudly.

Seeing this, Yang Zhiyi immediately expressed his dissatisfaction: "This is not right, why are the three of you different from us? No, I want to protest to Chef Feng." ”

As soon as the words ended, the three little girls shouted in unison: "No protests." ”

Yang Zhiyi looked at the three little girls, pretended to be unconvinced, and said, "Why? Why are you three different from us?"

Yang Xiaoxi rushed to his father and said, "Stupid father, because we are children, how can you adults be the same as children? ”

The daughter spoke in a clear manner, so that Yang Zhiyi was speechless for half a sound, and it seemed that he had no way to argue with his daughter.

Feng Ruoruo continued: "Uncle Yang, you eat yours, we eat ours, you can't rob our children." ”

Chen Yaofei also wanted to say something, but was stopped by Yang Zhiyi: "Okay, okay, uncle understands, the three of you are children, and if you are good friends, so there is preferential treatment, uncle understands." ”

After listening to Uncle Yang's words, Chen Yaofei smiled shyly and said, "Uncle Yang, I want to say, if you want to eat something different, you should go and tell Uncle Feng yourself." ”

Hearing Chen Yaofei's words, Li Fei'er couldn't help laughing, and said while laughing: "Look at how sensible other people's children are? ”

Yang Zhiyi was laughed at by his wife, and he had nothing to say, so he could only eat fried rice on his plate.

Seeing this, a group of people at this table couldn't help laughing, it was really a very happy table of people.

At this time, Feng Ruoruo and her two good friends looked at the kitchen door together, looking forward to what kind of fried rice would her father (Uncle Feng) bring to the three of them?

Lin Ruifeng, who was in the back kitchen, watched the master's movements, and was stunned again, with only admiration for Feng Yifan in his eyes.