Feng Yifan politely refused, Zhang Xueping didn't understand very well, he didn't even ask his father again, and pleaded directly.

"Uncle Shi, I really will study hard, I really don't do it on a whim, and I don't want to be cool, I just think that I can learn a lot of things from you. ”

Feng Yifan then asked, "Then why don't you want to learn from your father?"

Being asked like this, Zhang Xueping turned his head and glanced at his father.

When Zhang Xueping hesitated, a young diner in the restaurant said, "Does the boss still need to ask? ”

Then some of the other diners followed suit.

"Yes, Chef Feng, you are the best. ”

"Well, I also think that Chef Feng must be more powerful, and if you want to learn, of course, you have to learn from the best. ”

"Everyone calls you uncle, Chef Feng, you can accept other people's children. ”

Facing the diners in the restaurant, facing Zhang Xueping with a look of anticipation.

Feng Yifan still asked him very calmly: "I want to hear your answer, do you have the same idea as everyone here?"

Zhang Xueping is a child after all, and under Feng Yifan's repeated questioning, he still affirmed: "Yes, I just think Uncle Shi is more powerful." ”

Feng Yifan nodded and said directly: "If that's the case, then you definitely don't want to learn to cook well." ”

Hearing Feng Yifan's conclusion, not to mention Zhang Xueping, even the young diners in the restaurant who coaxed him before, were also very puzzled, why did Feng Yifan give such a conclusion?

However, most of the elderly diners in the restaurant understood the meaning of Feng Yifan's conclusion.

Zhang Xueping hesitated for a moment and said, "Uncle Shi, why do you say that I don't want to study seriously?"

Feng Yifan walked into Zhang Xueping two steps, bent down and stared at Zhang Xueping's eyes with his eyes, and his very sharp eyes even made Zhang Xueping a little afraid.

After watching it for a while, Feng Yifan said: "Because you think I am better than your father, so you want to learn from me, the fundamental reason is that you think that learning from me can satisfy you in front of your classmates and those who have watched my videos, to show your difference."

Then you can put on the name of my apprentice, get the envious eyes of my classmates, those video viewers, and even the young diners in my restaurant, and get a psychological satisfaction. ”

Feng Yifan's words stunned Zhang Xueping.

The young diners in the restaurant who had been heckling before felt that this was very harsh.

And the young diners finally understood why Feng Yifan would draw conclusions and refuse to teach Zhang Xueping.

Feng Yifan looked at the big boy with doubts and a strong sense of disbelief.

He stretched out his hand and patted the big boy on the shoulder, and said very seriously: "If you want to learn to cook, you really want to become a good cook who surpasses me and your father, then you don't have to choose a great teacher first, you first have to understand where a chef should start." ”

Looking at Zhang Xueping seriously, Feng Yifan continued: "Child, don't be fooled by those fancy things, if you really want to learn, then you can go to your father's restaurant from tomorrow and take a look at your father's daily work in the back kitchen." ”

Zhang Fenglin stood aside, watching Feng Yifan's teaching to his son.

As a father, at this moment, Zhang Fenglin was not only shocked in his heart, but also grateful to Feng Yifan.

In the final analysis, as a father, Zhang Fenglin is still more doting on his son.

That's why when his son made it clear that he wanted to learn from Feng Yifan, and even said that he thought he was inferior to Feng Yifan, he would still use his eyes to send a request signal to Feng Yifan.

Zhang Fenglin didn't want to disappoint his son, he didn't even care about his son's belittling of him.

After listening to Feng Yifan's teaching, Zhang Fenglin reflected on himself in his heart and discovered the problems caused by his doting son.

If Feng Yifan agrees to Zhang Xueping today, then maybe one day in the future, Zhang Xueping will also embark on a similar path as Zhang Fenglin back then.

Zhang Xueping may begin to become complacent because he followed Feng Yifan to learn to cook, and he will use Feng Yifan's name to show off outside, and even embark on a swaggering and deceitful road.

When it really comes to that time, I'm afraid that even if Zhang Fenglin regrets it, it will be too late.

So Zhang Fenglin was grateful to Feng Yifan at the moment.

As Feng Yifan told Zhang Xueping, if he really wants to learn to cook and is also interested in cooking, then go to Zhang Fenglin's shop first and take a serious look in the back kitchen every day.

I don't have to learn, I just stand aside and look at how hard it is in the kitchen every day.

After understanding the hard work and boredom of the kitchen, you can still maintain the heart of learning to cook.

At that time, Zhang Xueping might not beg to worship Feng Yifan as a teacher.

Because for cooking, the first thing is to practice the basic skills solidly, and to practice the basic skills, you don't need to choose a famous chef as a master, but you need to work hard and endure hardships.

Zhang Xueping was a little disappointed, because the idol was right in front of him, but he failed to succeed in apprenticeship.

Zhang Fenglin stepped forward and patted his son on the shoulder: "Okay, don't be discouraged, your uncle is also a master chef, a first-class chef, or a foreign five-star chef, you are really willing to learn to cook in the future, and when you become a teacher at your father's place, I will definitely let your uncle accept you." ”

Hearing his father say this, Zhang Xueping suddenly came to his senses, looked at his father and asked, "Really?"

Zhang Fenglin smiled and rubbed his son's head: "Silly boy, when did your father deceive you? You will be your uncle, the master after the advancement, just like the games you played, it is the ultimate boss in the level after the advancement." ”

Hearing his father say this, Zhang Xue Pingle said: "Dad, you are really getting more and more trendy, you still know the level advancement, and you also know the ultimate boss?"

Xue Wu saw that the father and son were talking and laughing, and she also secretly let go of her hanging heart.

After all, the mother spends more time with her son, so the mother also understands her son's character better.

Zhang Xueping's personality is still a little extreme sometimes.

So after Feng Yifan refused, Xue Wu was really a little worried, would her son make trouble in the restaurant, and finally make everyone unable to get off the stage?

Fortunately, Feng Yifan is really a good teacher, and he can explain the big truth simply.

In addition, Zhang Fenglin used what his son liked to have an intimate interaction with his son, and the atmosphere suddenly became lively.

Feng Yifan also smiled and said: "Well, since you all regard me as the ultimate boss, I am looking forward to it, one day Zhang Xueping you can defeat me, the big demon king." ”

Zhang Xueping also looked at Feng Yifan with a smile and said, "Okay uncle, let's say okay, I will definitely work hard and defeat you in the future." ”

Some of the elderly diners in the restaurant also applauded when they heard this.

"Well, the boss is really a good teacher. ”

"Chef Feng not only does a good job, but also has a lot of experience in educating children. ”

"Hehehe, treat Chef Feng as the ultimate boss, the Great Demon King, I'm afraid it will be a little difficult for you to clear this level. ”

"Come on, young man, where there is a will, there is a way, and the thing is man-made. ”

"Work hard, and we can expect you to defeat the ultimate demon lord. ”

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Although most people don't believe that Zhang Xueping will really be able to defeat Feng Yifan one day, after all, he is still a child, and encouragement still needs to be given.

Zhang Xueping was naturally very happy, and turned around and bowed to everyone to thank him.

After such a while, Feng Yifan found that the chicken porridge that came up was a little cold, so he brought it in and heated it.

I sent it back again, along with the family's dinner.

Feng Ruoruo was naturally very happy when she saw the dinner prepared by her father, because her dinner with Yang Xiaoxi and Chen Yaofei was different from everyone.

The dinner of the three little girls was an omelet rice specially made by their father.

Not only is it an omelet wrapped in rice, but also the fried rice specially cooked by my father is also very different.

Zhang Xueping saw the small omelet rice on the plate of the three little girls, and he couldn't help but have a little envy in his eyes.

Of course, except for Zhang Xueping, there seems to be no diner in the restaurant who will not be envious.

In particular, the three little girls used a spoon to break open the egg packet, and the fragrant fried rice inside appeared, which made everyone salivate even more and wanted to taste it.

It's just that this is given to his daughter by a father, so outsiders must not be able to taste it.

And not to mention Zhang Xueping and the diners, even the adults of the three families can't eat the omelet rice of the three girls.

When Feng Yifan made it for the three little girls, on the basis of the traditional chicken, he also added a variety of vegetables, as well as some small beef pieces, and some great mushrooms, and reduced the amount of rice and filled it with more vegetables, meat and mushrooms.

In this way, the omelet rice of the three little girls is not only delicious, but also nutritionally balanced.

Zhang Maosheng watched his eldest grandson stare at the little girls' omelet rice, and gently tapped the big bowl containing chicken porridge.

"Pingping, if you try this porridge, the taste is not bad. ”

Zhang Xueping turned his head a little unhappily, glanced at the porridge in the big bowl, and couldn't help muttering: "Isn't it just white porridge? ”

Zhang Maosheng put a small bowl on his eldest grandson, put it in front of his grandson and said, "Come, taste it." ”

Although Zhang Xueping was not very happy, he finally took it, scooped up a spoonful with a spoon, and looked carefully in front of him before putting this small spoonful of porridge into his mouth.

When this small spoonful of porridge was entered, the taste of chicken porridge instantly shocked Zhang Xueping.

Then slowly chewed the porridge, which was delicate as if it was a grain of rice, which surprised Zhang Xueping again.

After taking a bite, Zhang Xueping almost didn't hesitate anymore, and quickly ate one bite at a time. He quickly ate a small bowl, and then he filled himself another bowl.

After it was served, Zhang Xue Pingcai looked at his grandfather and asked, "Grandpa, this porridge is not white porridge?"

Zhang Maosheng said with a smile: "Of course it's not white porridge, this is called chicken porridge." ”

Zhang Xueping was a little strange: "Chicken porridge is made of chicken soup?"

Zhang Maosheng nodded: "Yes, it's made of chicken soup, and then there is chicken." ”

Zhang Xueping was even more strange: "Is there still chicken?"

After scooping up the porridge and eating two bites, Zhang Xueping asked strangely, "Didn't you eat the chicken?"

Zhang Maosheng suddenly laughed: "Hahaha, every bite you eat is chicken, don't you eat it, the rice grains in the porridge are actually not rice grains?"

Zhang Xueping scooped up a spoonful and looked at it carefully, and then suddenly thought of something.

"Grandpa, you mean, this grain of rice, it, they're made of chicken?"

Seeing that the eldest grandson understood, Zhang Maosheng nodded: "Yes, this chicken porridge is made of chicken breast into flowing chicken wool, and then boiled into rice grains in chicken soup, and finally made into porridge." ”

Zhang Xueping hurriedly took two more bites: "This is amazing, I really have a grain of rice." ”

Zhang Maosheng continued: "This is the power of chicken porridge, which is to completely break the fiber of chicken and recombine it in another way. ”

Speaking of this, Zhang Maosheng picked up a leftover, already a little cold pomegranate bun, and put it into his grandson's bowl.

"So, wrap the pomegranate in the chicken porridge and warm it, and then you can eat it together, it tastes great." ”

There were two pomegranate buns left, Zhang Maosheng sandwiched one for his eldest grandson, and the remaining one was also put into his bowl.

Zhang Xueping had previous experience and knew that the method said by his grandfather must be delicious, so he followed his grandfather's example and first soaked the pomegranate in the chicken porridge.

Then follow the example of grandpa and pick up the pomegranate bun with chopsticks.

At this time, the chicken porridge was already stuck on the pomegranate bun, and I put it to my mouth and took a bite.

The pomegranate bun dipped in the chicken porridge bites into the mouth, and soon the soup in the pomegranate bun appears, and the chicken porridge outside is swallowed together, plus the egg skin and the filling, a compound taste instantly bursts in the mouth.

What Zhang Xueping tasted was a real umami, like eating a chicken for the rest of his life at this moment.

Eggs, chicken porridge, some chicken in the filling, and two kinds of chicken soup inside and outside, this compound taste really made Zhang Xueping feel as if his tongue was blooming.

The taste is so wonderful that you can't stop it.

The grandfather and grandson are unusually similar, feasting on the chicken porridge and pomegranate buns in the bowl.

After eating together, they leaned back in their chairs and sighed, and this moment was really very comfortable.

Seeing the appearance of the grandfather and grandson, Zhang Fenglin and his wife also looked at each other and smiled, and the couple also felt that the grandfather and grandson were really too similar at this moment, and this kind of resemblance was really very interesting.

Leaning on the chair and enjoying it for a while, Zhang Xueping turned his head to look at the three little girls who were eating omelet rice. Suddenly, I couldn't help but say to the little girls, "The pomegranate bun I just ate is dipped in chicken porridge, it tastes very, very delicious, and it must be better than your omelet rice." ”

Originally, Zhang Xueping wanted to show off with his three younger sisters.

How do you know that Feng Ruoruo raised his head and said, "My father's cooking is delicious." ”

One sentence made Zhang Xueping speechless.

The diner at the adjacent table smiled and said, "Hahaha, how about it? You show off with other little girls, but you eat what your father makes, and people want to eat, isn't it ready for your father in minutes?"

When Zhang Xueping was said this, his face turned red instantly, and he lowered his head and couldn't speak.