The new guests who were ordering food first saw a little girl jumping into the door, and then heard the sound of the little girl shouting outside the door, and they all understood that it was the little girl's father who was in charge of cooking.

Immediately afterwards, the people in the restaurant saw a sunny, youthful and mature man walk in the door.

Seeing Feng Yifan really surprised those new guests.

Most people have the impression that a chef, especially a chef in a small restaurant like Su Kee, should be the kind of man with a big head and a thick neck.

But on Feng Yifan's body, he can't see the slightest hint of what a chef should look like.

The head is not big, with a short broken hair of spirit, and the facial features are not very delicate, but they look very energetic.

The neck is not thick, and at the moment he is wearing a very spiritual short-sleeved shirt, which looks free and easy.

The figure is quite tall, but it doesn't make people feel fat at all, but from the muscles on a pair of strong arms, it is not difficult to see that the other party is very powerful.

Feng Yifan entered the door and saw that in addition to the two or three tables of old diners left, there were also three diners with very raw tables, and he immediately greeted the diners with a smile.

"Welcome to the shop, the menu is the dinner menu provided by the shop today, but because the shop is a small business, some dishes are limited, if you want to order, you should be early. ”

Hearing this made the new diners who sat in a little surprised.

Who would have thought that a small restaurant that is inconspicuous at all on this kind of old street would have so many rules for having a meal.

Dinner doesn't start until 5 p.m., and the rest of the time you order food won't be served.

And listening to the tone of Feng Yifan, the chef, it seems that the menu will be different every day?

Thinking of this, in one of the tables, a young and beautiful woman spoke: "Boss, listen to you, will the menu be different every day in your restaurant?"

Feng Yifan nodded and said, "Yes, some main dishes every day may be decided whether to be on the menu because of the purchase of ingredients on the day." ”

The corners of the woman's mouth rose slightly, and she felt that this small restaurant was really very interesting.

Usually this is the case when the menu is decided every day according to the ingredients, as is the case in some of the more sophisticated restaurants abroad.

That's because, although the restaurants are small, the chefs in the restaurants are usually well-known master chefs, and they will determine the menu pairings of the day based on the daily purchase of ingredients.

It's just that in China, there are actually very few restaurants like this, so Feng Yifan really makes people feel funny when he says this.

The woman, who hadn't planned to order, reached out and took the menu from her companion.

The menu is handwritten, and the handwriting on the menu also has some skills, and in the eyes of the woman who ordered the food, this small restaurant really reveals a kind of chic everywhere.

What the ordering woman didn't know was that this menu was written by Su Ruoxi herself before Feng Yifan went to pick up her daughter.

Although Su Ji also had some small rules in the past, such as lunch was from half past eleven to half past two in the afternoon, and then there was rest and preparation time in the middle, and dinner started at five o'clock in the afternoon.

However, Su Kee's previous menu was actually fixed, and some of Su Kee's specialty dishes on the menu were also the focus of Su Kee's attraction to old diners.

But now that Feng Yifan is back, it was only yesterday that Su Ji was reopened, and the old diners were attracted back. Today he made a fuss and had to change the menu.

Su Ruoxi originally resolutely disagreed, thinking that if the menu was changed in this way, Su Ji would no longer be the same as before, and old diners would not come again.

Feng Yifan first persuaded his wife several times to no avail, so he shifted the target of the strategy, but chatted with his father-in-law for a few words.

Su Ruoxi didn't expect that her husband didn't know what to talk about with her father? Then her father Su Jinrong actually agreed to her husband's method. She had no choice but to write these menus for her husband.

Now that the menu is in the hands of the guests, and looking at Feng Yifan's smugness, Su Ruoxi really can't wait to bite her husband.

Feng Yifan saw his wife look at the menu, and then saw that his face was wrong, so he quickly chose to escape.

"Let's order first, I'll go to the back kitchen to prepare, it's just five o'clock now, so everyone can order the dishes on the menu, and this time can still guarantee the supply." ”

After that, Feng Yifan seemed to be an artist preparing for a performance, and he bent down with one hand to salute everyone before walking to his art palace "back kitchen".

Looking at her husband's very contrived actions, Su Ruoxi couldn't help but laugh, and then muttered in a low voice: "Stinky fart." ”

Of course, there are also those who are optimistic about Feng Yifan's pretentiousness, and that is Feng Ruoruo's child.

After Feng Ruoruo entered the restaurant, she quickly ran to her grandfather's side, where she whispered to her grandfather, talking about her interesting experience in kindergarten.

When she saw her father's pretentious performance, the little girl's big eyes shone brightly, and she felt that her father's appearance was very spirited.

When Dad stepped into the back kitchen, the little girl clapped her hands and shouted, "Come on, Dad." ”

Feng Yifan looked at the daughter beside his father-in-law when he heard this, and then smiled and gave his daughter a flying kiss: "Okay, Dad will definitely work hard." ”

From Feng Yifan entering the door to him entering the back kitchen, this series of performances surprised both new and old diners present.

The old diner couldn't help but say a few words to Su Jinrong.

"Lao Su, your son-in-law is a little interesting. ”

"No, I feel like I'm doing opera today. ”

"Hehehe, it's a bit of an artist. ”

"Yes, yes, the artist taste is out. ”

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Su Jinrong, who was sitting in a wheelchair, listened, his crooked mouth also rose involuntarily, and a smile appeared on his face.

After entering the back kitchen, Feng Yifan quickly changed into a chef's uniform, and took out the apron he brought back from his duffel bag.

Then, turn on the stove and place the ingredients on the counter for the first order.

Not long after, the first menu was sent in by her daughter Feng Ruoruo.

The menu was put down, and Feng Ruoruo said to her father seriously: "This is from Grandpa Zhang's table, you have to do it well, Grandpa is watching from Grandpa Zhang's side, and Ruoruo will not be happy if you don't do it well." ”

Feng Yifan made an "OK" gesture to his daughter: "No problem, trust Dad." ”

When Feng Ruoruo ran out quickly, Feng Yifan in the back kitchen immediately got busy, cooking for Lao Zhangtou's table first.

And with the table outside ordering good dishes, Feng Ruoruo's children finally found their opportunity to shine in her grandfather's small restaurant, although she is still too young to serve food or clean the table, but she can send a menu to her father.

One by one, the menus were sent in, and at first, Feng Ruoruo's children threw them at their father's cooking table and ran out.

But when the menu for the fourth table was sent in, Feng Ruoruo found that his father was very busy, and the menus on the table were all messy.

The little girl was very serious and helped her father sort out the menu, and pressed them one by one in order.

Feng Yifan was busy in front of the stove while seeing what his daughter was doing. I saw my daughter sort out the menu one by one and put it in a more conspicuous position on the cooking table. He also felt warm in his heart.