Afternoon is a time when many people can have a free break.

It's like the old people sitting around Su Ji.

Taste a cup of tea, taste a snack, talk about the past, and remember a period of grandeur.

Speaking of the events of the past, the old people always have a lot of endless words, which sounds like a story to young people, but for the old people, a beautiful story is their experience.

Chatting and chatting, Liu Wanhua said a paragraph: "Jin Rong, I still remember that your earliest apprentice was Maosheng's son, right?"

When this was mentioned, the atmosphere suddenly changed a little subtly.

Su Jinrong nodded in response and looked at Zhang Maosheng.

Zhang Maosheng, who drank a little wine at noon, had a ruddy face at this time, and he was a little drunk, but Liu Wanhua mentioned this, which made him sober up almost instantly.

After a moment of silence, Zhang Maosheng spoke: "That bastard boy, don't mention it." ”

Maybe only Liu Wanhua said about this matter, so that Zhang Maosheng would not be angry on the spot, or even turn his face.

Hearing Zhang Maosheng's words, Liu Wanhua continued: "Maosheng, there are some things that can't be avoided, you have to face it, and you have to find a way to solve it." ”

Zhang Maosheng's face slowly became redder, obviously a little angry with him.

Su Jinrong suddenly spoke: "Xiao Zhang, yes, I learned the skills and became the head chef in Fujing Building." ”

When Zhang Maosheng heard this, he understood that he couldn't avoid this topic, and said decisively: "He's a good fart, he learned something and his tail is cocked to the sky, now it's okay, he was kicked out by someone else's Fujinglou." ”

Speaking of this, Zhang Maosheng finally couldn't suppress the anger in his heart, and said the words that he had been holding back for some years.

"At the beginning, he asked him to study hard with Lao Su, but he was good, grinding foreign workers all day long, and after learning for a long time, he stopped picking and quitting, and turned his face with me and ran to find his mother.

As a result, when I went to someone else's fence, I felt that the taste was uncomfortable, and I ran out to learn art again.

If it weren't for Lao Su, who learned a solid foundation, would he have had the opportunity to re-apprentice?

Hearing this, Su Jinrong waved his hand: "That's his, the opportunity, he paid and worked hard." ”

Zhang Maosheng continued: "He has learned something, he is not convinced, he comes back and calls me for a fight, if you want to compare a bowl of noodles with me, you will lose his Lao Tzu." ”

When Liu Wanhua heard this, she said in a deep voice: "Maosheng, just speak, don't always be 'Lao Tzu'." ”

Zhang Maosheng immediately reined in: "I'm not a professional cook, I lost, okay, I'll move away, the house is given to him, can I live without him?"

Lu Cuiling also heard some related things from her son, and now she heard Zhang Maosheng say it again, and she also felt that the father and son were really similar.

"Lao Zhang, don't you think, in fact, your son has a very similar temper to you?"

Zhang Maosheng was stunned when he heard this.

Liu Wanhua said: "It's very similar, a pair of bulls." ”

Zhang Maosheng didn't care: "Anyway, now that he has been kicked out of Fujinglou, I think this is what he deserves, let him learn something, and he won't study hard when he becomes a chef." ”

Su Jinrong opened his mouth and said: "Fenglin is biased, he has learned the long fish, and he must give full play to his strengths." ”

Tang Zhuochen asked a little strangely: "Lao Su, you said that Lao Zhang's son learned the long fish, what is that?"

Zhang Maosheng immediately said: "He went to other places to apprentice, and later was favored by a chef who went out from our side, so he learned to cook long fish from others, which is the famous long fish banquet in Huaicheng." ”

Tang Zhuochen was a little surprised when he heard this: "Lao Zhang, then this is a big craft, you can go anywhere." ”

Zhang Maosheng said with a straight face: "But he obviously learned how to cook long fish, but in order to be a chef, he lost all of them and stayed in Fujing Building to do something irrelevant." ”

From Zhang Maosheng's words, it can still be heard that he is very dissatisfied with his son.

But if you taste him carefully, it is not difficult to find that the old man still cares about his son.

Otherwise, how would he know what his son learned after he went to other places?

How do you know that after your son became the head chef, he left what he was best at?

So although he said it fiercely, it is obvious that Zhang Maosheng has always paid attention to his son and understands his son's every move, which reflects a father's concern for his son.

Su Jinrong opened his mouth and said: "If you don't practice your skills, you will regress." ”

Zhang Maosheng agreed: "Yes, that kid is now afraid that he won't even be able to kill fish." ”

As soon as the words fell, Feng Yifan's voice sounded: "Uncle Zhang, so many years have passed, in fact, the little thing between you and your senior brother, you should let go or let go." ”

Hearing this, Zhang Maosheng raised his head and looked at Feng Yifan, stunned for a moment and said, "You just called him 'Senior Brother'?

Feng Yifan did not hide it: "I have met many times in the farmers' market. ”

Zhang Maosheng continued: "How is that kid now? Still so arrogant?

Don't say it, when Zhang Maosheng said this, Feng Yifan couldn't help but feel that it was really quite vivid. When he met Zhang Fenglin for the first time, the other party really had his nostrils facing the sky, and he was so arrogant all over his body.

Perhaps Zhang Fenglin was indeed at the peak of his life at that time, and he was the head chef of the most well-known restaurant in Huaicheng.

When walking in the wet market, all the vendor owners need to be respectful, and it has become a habit for him to be like that when he is in the back kitchen.

So in the next few encounters, even if he was no longer in Fujinglou, in fact, Zhang Fenglin still revealed such arrogance.

Of course, the last time, Zhang Fenglin was really much more restrained.

Maybe it's because his restaurant is not running very well now, and he realizes that he is no longer the chef he once was.

Zhang Maosheng saw that Feng Yifan was silent, and said with a sneer: "It seems that I was right?"

Feng Yifan was a little helpless, not knowing how to continue.

It was Liu Wanhua who helped to make a round: "After all, he used to be the head chef of Fujinglou, and it is normal to be a little arrogant, you don't always look at people with colored glasses when you are a father." ”

Zhang Maosheng pouted and said, "What about now? Haven't you been swept out of the house by others? This is the end of pride." ”

Lu Cuiling then said: "Lao Zhang, if you say so, can I also say Yifan? After so many years abroad, I have no achievements at all, and I have to return to Su Ji in the end, what face do I have to see people?"

Feng Yifan listened to his mother's words, and immediately couldn't cry or laugh.

Zhang Maosheng hurriedly said: "Yifan is different, Yifan has not lost his job as a chef, his skills have not been lost, the dishes are still so good, and all kinds of processes are done by himself." ”

Feng Yifan smiled and added: "Aren't I without manpower?"

Without waiting for Zhang Maosheng to speak, Feng Yifan said again: "And although our Su Ji is a time-honored brand, it has always been a private chef's side dish, and it can't compare to the amount in a big hotel, and the head chef over there really can't do it alone." ”

When Zhang Maosheng heard this, he suddenly pondered the taste, and seemed to understand why today's topic would be extended to himself and his son.

"Yifan, you tell me the truth, is that kid Zhang Fenglin looking for you? You want you to help him say good things, and then get back together with me? You want to renew the filial piety of father and son, and family harmony, right?"

Feng Yifan saw that Zhang Maosheng understood, and said with a smile: "Uncle Zhang, after so many years, my father doesn't mind anymore, can you forgive him?"

Zhang Maosheng said very directly: "You want me to forgive him? No way, now it's not good, I'm down, I remember that I'm here, what's the matter? Do you want me to come to the door to apologize to him?"

Hearing Zhang Maosheng say this, several old people present naturally listened to the taste.

It's not that the old man is unwilling to forgive his son, it's just that he wants his son to come to the door to apologize and give the old man a step down.

Several old men understood and glanced at each other.

Lu Cuiling said directly: "If you make a mistake, you should admit it, if you want to be forgiven, you must show enough sincerity, not to mention that if your son makes a mistake, you must take the initiative to admit your mistake." ”

In fact, without being reminded by his mother, Feng Yifan could also hear what Zhang Maosheng meant, but he still pretended to be abrupt.

Liu Wanhua said again: "Okay, okay, I blame me for this matter today, I shouldn't mention it, let this go in advance, let the father and son solve the matter themselves." ”

Speaking of this, Liu Wanhua pinched the pastries on the table: "Let's eat Yifan's pastries." ”

Feng Yifan smiled and hurriedly served a small plate: "Uncle Zhang, don't be angry, come and eat snacks and drink tea." ”

Zhang Maosheng had a tense face on the surface, but his hand still stretched out to the pastries on the plate.

After serving the pastry, Feng Yifan turned around and went back to the kitchen.

Su Ruoxi was in the back kitchen at this time, making desserts according to the method her husband said, so that her daughter could eat delicious desserts when she came back from kindergarten.

Seeing that her husband was back, Su Ruoxi put down the things in her hand and said, "Look at it, is it okay to look like this?"

Feng Yifan woke up, walked to his wife's side, looked at the shape made by his wife, and said with a smile: "Yes, my wife is doing a great job, but I didn't expect my wife to be really talented." ”

Su Ruoxi received her husband's praise, and immediately raised her chin proudly: "Of course, I'm amazing." ”

Feng Yifan stretched out his hand, held his wife's hand, and continued to make some fine adjustments.

It makes the shape of desserts even better.

When her husband put the dessert in the oven, Su Ruoxi asked with some curiosity: "What were you doing outside just now? Why did you go for so long? I still seem to hear Uncle Zhang getting angry?"

Feng Yifan replied with a smile: "It's nothing, isn't it just about Uncle Zhang and Zhang Fenglin's father and son?"

Su Ruoxi thought for a while and said, "I think that Zhang Fenglin needs to apologize to Uncle Zhang for this matter, obviously he did something wrong." ”

Feng Yifan nodded: "It should indeed be for him to apologize, I'll go back and talk to him about this." ”

Su Ruoxi then asked, "You are so concerned, do you want him to participate in my aunt's cooking competition?"

Feng Yifan said with a smile: "I think he knows and will definitely go, not to mention that I heard my father say that he is learning the Long Fish Banquet in the Eight Classics, so he should also go to participate, maybe he can turn over directly." ”

Su Ruoxi thought for a while and asked, "Then he turned over, maybe it will be the same as before?"

Feng Yifan smiled slightly: "That's not something we can manage, I always think that people with ability should be a little proud, but they must grasp that degree." ”

Su Ruoxi looked at her husband and asked, "Then are you quite proud in your heart?"

Feng Yifan nodded: "I must be proud, my dishes are very good, and I have such a good wife and such a well-behaved daughter, I am very proud." ”

Su Ruoxi was happy, and said to her husband: "You can just be shy." ”

The couple slowly approached, their lips almost together, when suddenly they heard a noise from the oven.

Then the couple rushed to the oven.

I turned on the oven and took out the contents to find that the baked bread was already charred on the surface and had exploded on top.

When Su Ruoxi saw this situation, she immediately puffed up and said, "Look at it, it's all your fault, you have roasted this, right?

Feng Yifan also looked helpless, and then glanced at the temperature of the oven, and suddenly became even more helpless.

"You're setting the temperature too high. ”

Su Ruoxi came back to her senses in an instant, looked at the temperature of the oven, and sure enough, the temperature was set too high.

Seeing this scene, Su Ruoxi was also a little embarrassed.

After thinking about it, she pouted again and said, "I still blame you, you said that you chatted with the old people outside, and you didn't care about me, if you come in early and help me check, won't it be wrong?"

Seeing his wife's appearance of "strong words", Feng Yifan couldn't help but be happy.

I suddenly found out that my wife at this moment is really cute.

It's not like the quiet and gentle look when greeting customers in a restaurant. It's not the gentle motherly appearance shown in front of Ruoruo. It's not the maturity and stability shown in front of parents.

At this moment, Su Ruoxi is like a little girl, who will make some strong arguments and make her husband take the initiative to admit his mistakes.

Feng Yifan hugged his wife's waist and said with a smile: "Okay, it's all my fault, how can my wife be at fault?

Su Ruoxi nodded immediately: "Of course you have to do it, otherwise what will Ruo Ruo eat when she comes back?"

Feng Yifan went to make the baking tray and the mold in the baking tray clear first.

Here, Su Ruoxi carefully carried out the early production of desserts according to the ratio table, and every step was very strict, following a fixed amount, and all of them had to pass through a small electronic scale.

After a lot of hard work, I finally finished preparing the batter for baking the cake again.

This time, Feng Yifan set the temperature of the oven and helped his wife preheat it.

After that, he walked behind his wife, reached out and took her into his arms, held her hand, and then took her hand in hand. Pour the batter into the mould and smooth out the mould opening.

After all the batter was poured, Feng Yifan put the cake made by his wife into the oven with his own hands.

Su Ruoxi waited for her husband to press the button and turned around, and immediately said, "If it is roasted again this time, it is your responsibility, and you did it." ”

Seeing his wife's cheating appearance, Feng Yifan laughed and nodded: "Okay, it's all my responsibility to do it badly, okay." ”

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