When Feng Ruoruo saw her father put on the chef's uniform, she immediately became unhappy and shouted that she wanted one too: "Dad, and Ruoruo, you've changed into clothes, Ruoruo wants one too."
Hearing his daughter's protest, Feng Yifan glanced at her, smiled and said, "Okay, change Ruoruo's clothes too."
However, there were no children's clothes in the kitchen, so Feng Yifan could only find an apron and sleeves, fold the apron into many layers, and then put it on his daughter. The sleeves were also worn almost directly on his daughter's shoulders to become two sleeves.
Finally, in order to fulfill her daughter's wish to become a chef, she folded a chef's hat for her using a large piece of white paper.
After being dressed up by his father, little Feng Ruoruo looks really like a master chef in the kitchen.
Of course, the only flaw is that this little chef is wearing a pair of furry bunny-head slippers. The apron tied around his waist makes the furry bunny head stand out even more.
These are minor flaws that can be ignored.
Feng Ruoruo's little face is now full of excitement, and she can't wait to show off her skills with her father.
Feng Yifan first took out the things he had prepared last night. He put the chicken soup on the stove to simmer, and then took out the flour to prepare the dough.
Watching her father scoop out bowls of flour and pour them into a large metal basin, which was placed on the countertop, Feng Ruoruo said anxiously, "Dad, Ruoruo can't see it if you do this."
Feng Yifan glanced at his daughter beside him, thought for a moment, then ran to the front of the restaurant, brought over a chair, and then carried his daughter to the chair.
"Okay, you can see it if you stand here, but don't move around, or you'll fall."
Feng Ruoruo stood on the chair and was finally almost as tall as her father. She could see everything on the cooking table at a glance, which was very interesting for the little girl.
Seeing her father adding water to the noodles, Feng Ruoruo suddenly became eager to try it.
"Dad, Dad, let Ruoruo try it too."
Many children find it hard to resist playing with noodles. Feng Yifan smiled and said, "Don't worry, wait for dad to knead the flour into a dough, and then I'll let you try it."
Feng Ruoruo became quite anxious during the following period because she could only watch her father working hard over there alone.
Seeing her father adding another piece of dough to the half-mixed flour, Feng Ruoruo asked curiously: "Dad, why did you add that dough to this?"
Feng Yifan kneaded the dough with his hands while explaining to his daughter: "This is called dough head, which is used to leaven the dough. Adding it in can make the dough very soft, and then the steamed buns and dumplings will also be very soft."
The flour is stirred with water and then kneaded by Feng Yifan. It slowly changes from a floc to a dough, which should be smooth in the basin and on the hands.
Taking out the dough and placing it on a chopping board sprinkled with dry flour, Feng Yifan began the next step of kneading, kneading it back and forth like rubbing clothes on a washboard until it was finally rolled into a smooth dough.
Feng Ruoruo, standing on the chair, watched her father kneading the dough over and over again. She found it very interesting and wanted to reach out and touch the dough several times.
Seeing his daughter's look, Feng Yifan continued kneading the dough and then tore off a piece of dough and handed it to his daughter to play with.
With the small dough in her hands, Feng Ruoruo bent down and imitated her father, kneading the small dough in her hands.
Just as the father and daughter were kneading the dough together, there was a knock on the door leading to the alley behind Su Ji's kitchen.
Feng Yifan first kneaded the dough in his hand into a ball and told his daughter: "Ruoruo, don't move around, and be sure to stand carefully. Dad will go see who it is."
Then Feng Yifan turned around and walked to the back door and asked, "Who is it?"
The person outside the door quickly responded: "Master, it's me, Lin Ruifeng."
When Feng Yifan heard the answer, he reached out and opened the back door, allowing Lin Ruifeng, who was holding a small iron kettle outside, to come in.
Feng Ruoruo heard the door open behind her and turned her body to look at the door. Seeing Lin Ruifeng coming in, the little girl smiled and greeted him, "Good morning, Uncle Lin."
Lin Ruifeng looked up and saw Feng Ruoruo's smiling face. He also smiled and greeted Feng Ruoruo with a smile: "Good morning, Ruoruo."
After greeting Feng Ruoruo, Lin Ruifeng saw the flour and dough on the cooking table. Seeing the master kneading the dough, he couldn't help but ask, "Master, are you going to make noodles this morning?"
Feng Yifan continued to knead the dough and responded, "Yes, I plan to make buns for everyone for breakfast today."
Lin Ruifeng didn't say much, but stood aside and watched Feng Yifan kneading the dough. It felt like watching a master cook, even if it was just kneading the dough. It was an enjoyment.
Basically, knead the dough evenly and soft, then knead it into a smooth dough, put it back into the bowl, cover it with plastic wrap and let it rise.
Feng Ruoruo, who was standing next to him, saw her father's action, raised the small dough in her hand and said, "Dad, there's also Ruoruo's."
Feng Yifan saw his daughter holding up the dough with her little hands and responded with a smile, "Okay, Dad will find a small bowl for Ruoruo and put Ruoruo's dough in it to rise."
As he spoke, Feng Yifan went to find a small bowl, asked his daughter to put the dough into the small bowl, and then helped his daughter seal it with plastic wrap.
After Lin Ruifeng entered the room, he stood aside and watched. Seeing the interesting interaction between the father and daughter, he couldn't help but smile. He really felt that this scene was very heartwarming, and the father and daughter were full of warmth.
Putting the dough in a bowl to rise, Feng Yifan began to prepare the filling for the buns.
At this time, he did not forget to call his young apprentice Lin Ruifeng: "Xiao Lin, don't stand there, pour out the soy milk you brought. I will teach you how to make mixed-flavor soy milk later."
Lin Ruifeng came to his senses from watching the heartwarming interaction between his master and his daughter, and quickly responded to his master's request and poured out the soy milk he brought.
Feng Yifan took the chicken out of the chicken soup on the stove, put it in ice water to cool it down, and then disassembled the chicken, pork, fresh bamboo shoots and green vegetables, ham, and finally white sugar and red beans.
Seeing so many fillings, Lin Ruifeng was a little surprised and asked: "Master, what kind of buns are you going to make? Why do you need so many ingredients?"
Feng Yifan smiled and replied, "Pork, chicken, and bamboo shoots. This is a three-diced bun."
Pointing at the greens, he said, "I'm going to use the leaves to make jade siu mai, and the stems can't be wasted. I can make vegetable buns and red bean paste buns for my little baby Ruoruo."
When Feng Ruoruo heard her father was going to make red bean paste buns, the little girl clapped her hands happily: "I want to eat red bean paste buns. Ruoruo likes red bean paste buns the most."
Lin Ruifeng, who was standing aside, looked confused. He had never imagined that the chef would prepare so many kinds of breakfast.
Feng Yifan kept moving his hands while he was talking. Seeing his apprentice's confused face, he smiled and explained: "These things were a must-have for our morning tea in the past, but now the pace of life is fast, and young people may not have time to eat like this."
Lin Ruifeng nodded, and stood aside humbly, watching Feng Yifan's every move carefully.
As for little Feng Ruoruo, when she is with her father, she will help her father add some seasonings or get something for her father from time to time under her father's instructions. The little girl is very happy to do these little things.