Stepping into the old kitchen of the old shop after many years of absence, but still a deep memory, the stove and various kitchen utensils are polished brightly.

Feng Yifan still remembers the first lesson his father-in-law taught him when he was an apprentice.

"To be a good cook, you must first love your kitchen, so you must clean it clean enough, if you can't even wipe the stove, then you can't be called a qualified chef. ”

After so many years, my father-in-law still insisted that the kitchen was always very clean and tidy.

According to his memory, Feng Yifan came to the kitchen cabinet, and when he opened the cabinet, he could see that although there were not many ingredients inside, the categories were quite complete.

Obviously, these should be prepared by the father-in-law to deal with the aunt's visit today. Although he is still in a wheelchair and has difficulty moving, he is unable to cope with his aunt at all, but his father-in-law still prepares the ingredients, which may be the last bit of stubbornness of the old man, right?

After a short period of stunned, Feng Yifan also quickly began to prepare.

Three wires, that is, buckle three wires, a dish that tests knife skills very much, and it is also what Feng Yifan often practiced when he was an apprentice.

Although he has been reborn now, the memories of his previous life are still retained, perhaps because of the different bodies, some muscle memories may be a little rusty, but a little familiarity can still be easily controlled.

On the one hand, the pot is raised on the stove, and the remaining little soup in the refrigerator is poured in, and some ingredients are added to heat and cook.

Feng Yifan did not have the slightest discomfort, and his hands and feet were even more nimble than before his death, and the benefits of youth were undoubtedly revealed at this time.

While busy in the kitchen, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of the kitchen door moving, and saw a small head poking its head by the door, as if it was secretly observing something?

The corners of Feng Yifan's mouth rose slightly: "Feng Ruoruo's child, is it Feng Ruoruo's child?"

As soon as the words fell, I immediately heard my daughter's voice: "Ah, I've been found." ”

Then the little girl quickly turned and ran out of the kitchen, as if preparing to report to her mother and grandfather.

Through the gap in the opening of the kitchen door, Feng Yifan saw his daughter's back, the corners of her mouth rose more sharply, and her hand movements became more agile, and her heart was full of joy.

After some busyness, Feng Yifan personally brought the buckle three wires and the lion's head to Zhang Maosheng.

"Uncle Zhang, try it, I haven't done it for a few years, some hands are raw, see if the taste is close to my father's craftsmanship?"

Zhang Maosheng looked at the small bowl on the plate in front of him, and the familiar small cup next to him, and he was also a little expectant.

is also looking forward to the father and daughter of Su Jinrong and Su Ruoxi.

Although Feng Yifan said that before leaving, he was indeed considered to have reached the strength of the teacher, but after leaving for five years, I don't know if he can still make the same level as before?

When Zhang Maosheng was nervous with some anticipation, he slowly lifted the upside-down bowl.

For a moment, looking at the plate under the upside-down bowl, the first thing was a beautifully decorated shiitake mushroom as the top.

Next, there are delicate and neat shredded pork, shredded ham, shredded winter bamboo shoots, and shredded chicken.

Each knife is extremely delicate, with uniform length and thickness, not like a dish, but like a work of art.

Zhang Maosheng was stunned for a few seconds, then raised the chopsticks in his hand and sighed: "This is simply, I don't dare to put down the chopsticks, this knife work is really no worse than Brother Su's." ”

Hearing Zhang Maosheng's words, Feng Ruoruo's children's shoes were unhappy: "It's not as good as grandpa's." ”

Su Ruoxi hurriedly grabbed her daughter and smiled apologetically and embarrassedly to Zhang Maosheng: "I'm sorry, Uncle Zhang." ”

Zhang Maosheng smiled indifferently and said: "Hehehe, it's okay, in our Ruoruo's mind, it must be grandpa who does the best, if Ruoruo is right, grandpa is the best, and dad also learned from your grandfather." ”

Feng Yifan smiled and nodded: "Yes, my hand must not be compared with my father's back then, Uncle Zhang, you can taste it." ”

Finally, Zhang Maosheng gently picked up some with chopsticks and slowly put them in his mouth.

The appearance is so good, and naturally there are expectations in terms of taste.

At the entrance, in fact, Zhang Maosheng had lowered his expectations, thinking that Feng Yifan was still young after all.

But when he really started chewing in his mouth, the taste of the whole dish spread out in his mouth, which instantly made Zhang Maosheng's expression lift.

This smell, this smell, it's the smell of many years ago.

Zhang Maosheng, as an old diner of Su Ji, has always remembered the taste of Su Ji's three threads, and he must order such a dish every time he comes to Su Ji over the years.

However, in the past few years, maybe Su Jinrong is old, or maybe he is a little lost because he taught his apprentices.

Su Ji's buckle three threads can't be said to be bad, but it does not have the taste of a long time ago.

It's not the taste that old diners like Lao Zhang remember.

Many old diners come to Su Kee, more of a feeling, not for a bite of taste.

But today is different, this plate of Feng Yifan's buckle three wires made Lao Zhang once again tasted the taste of memory.

Then, almost without stopping, Zhang Maosheng ate all the three threads on the plate in one go.

After eating the last chopsticks, Lao Zhang touched his mouth.

"Ah, it's really delicious, it's still the old taste, Brother Su, congratulations, the taste of Su Ji has finally been passed on, and the old taste of Su Ji is coming back." ”

After listening to Zhang Maosheng's praise, Su Jinrong, who was in a wheelchair, let go of his hanging heart, and tried to open his mouth and said, "Thank you, thank you." ”

After another moment of aftertaste, Lao Zhang opened the small cup in front of him, and the fragrance was instantly unveiled.

Feng Ruoruo, who had never been very convinced, smelled the smell of the lion's head, swallowed his saliva a little uncompromisingly, and his little stomach gurgled.

Hearing the sound of her little belly, Feng Ruoruo suddenly threw herself into her mother's arms shyly, unwilling to look up.

Seeing this, Feng Yifan returned to the kitchen with a smile, and soon came back with an identical cup.

Squatting in front of his daughter with a small cup, Feng Yifan smiled and said, "Dad knows that Ruoruo hasn't eaten yet, so Dad also prepared one for Ruoruo, if you want to try it?"

Feng Ruoruo raised her head from her mother's arms and glanced at her father next to her, especially the small cup in her father's hand.

The little girl was actually quite expectant, but she was embarrassed and shrunk back into her mother's arms.

Just as the little girl turned her head, Lao Zhang sighed again: "Wow, it's really delicious, this lion's head is even better." ”

Hearing Grandpa Zhang's sigh, and hearing Grandpa Zhang's mouth chirp as he had already begun to eat, Feng Ruoruo finally couldn't help but turn his head to look at the small cup his father was holding in his hand again.

Seeing that his daughter seemed to be a little resistant, Feng Yifan knew that he couldn't force it too much, so he handed the small cup in his hand to his wife: "You come and feed Ruoruo, I'll go to the back to clean up, and you and Dad will eat some together later." ”

Su Ruoxi stretched out her hand to take the cup, and looked at her daughter who was in her arms.

When Feng Yifan walked to the kitchen, Feng Ruoruo finally raised her little head from her mother's arms and looked at her father's back when she walked into the kitchen.

But soon, the little girl was attracted by the small cup in her mother's hand and was still looking forward to tasting it.

Su Ruoxi sat down, opened the small cup, picked up the spoon, cut off a lion's head, and fed her daughter with a little soup.

Feng Ruoruo was a little impatient, but as soon as she opened her mouth, the little girl glanced at the kitchen again, making sure that the person who claimed to be "Dad" was not peeking at her, so she was relieved to eat this bite.