Except for Feng Ruoruo, the "Su Ji little bully", everyone else still respected Su Ji's rules. Of course, the most important thing is that the fried rice and noodles alone have already satisfied the diners.
And after a few days of preparation, Feng Yifan also prepared some side dishes for everyone in accordance with Su Ji tradition.
The side dishes, paired with Su Ji’s unique fried rice and Yi Fu noodles with various toppings, are so delicious that you can’t fault them at all.
Because fried rice and noodles are relatively convenient, Su Ji has a lot of customers at noon, and the turnover rate has reached its peak since Feng Yifan returned.
Su Ruoxi was almost unable to handle it all by herself, but fortunately, she had help from her mother-in-law Lu Cuiling and Lin Ruifeng, who was still practicing cutting potatoes in the kitchen.
Of course, most of the time, when Feng Yifan came to serve the meal, he would also help to clean up.
In the eyes of bystanders, the couple Feng Yifan and Su Ruoxi were the most skilled and quick in turning over the tables. The two of them were obviously used to it, and they were very quick in cleaning and turning over the tables, and they could also ensure that the tables and chairs were very tidy.
After the peak at noon, Feng Yifan finally served the meal to Feng Ruoruo’s two good friends and family at kindergarten.
After serving the adults fried rice and noodles, Feng Yifan stood in front of the table and apologized awkwardly: "I'm so sorry for making everyone wait for so long. I didn't expect there would be so many people at noon today."
Chen Yaofei's grandfather picked up the noodles in the bowl in front of him with chopsticks, took a closer look and said, "It's really Yifu noodles? It seems that our wait was really worth it."
Chen Yaofei’s grandfather obviously knows a lot about Yi Fu noodles, so he ordered the most traditional "Yi Fu noodles with chicken sauce".
When Feng Yifan heard what Grandpa Feifei said, he smiled and said, "Try it. I've been abroad for a few years, so my cooking skills are a little rusty."
Chen Yaofei's grandfather smiled and said nothing more. He picked up the noodles with chopsticks and took a big bite along with the soup.
After a brief taste, Chen Yaofei's grandfather smiled and gave Feng Yifan a thumbs up: "It's authentic. I didn't expect that I can still eat such authentic chicken sauce Yifu noodles nowadays."
After receiving the praise from Feifei's grandfather, Feng Yifan quickly responded: "Thank you, as long as you eat well."
Yang Zhiyi ordered fried rice, but after hearing what Chen Yaofei's grandfather said, he couldn't help but feel a little regretful and thought that he should order a bowl to try.
Li Fei'er saw her husband's eager look and immediately understood what he was thinking. She gently poked him and said, "Don't just look at others. Eat quickly and try their fried rice. You can learn from them."
Yang Zhiyi was a little unconvinced when his wife said this: "It's just fried rice? I can do that too."
As soon as he finished speaking, his daughter Yang Xiaoxi didn't give him any face: "Dad, don't brag."
When Li Feier heard her daughter's words, she laughed and scolded her husband: "Look, even your daughter knows that you are bragging. Try someone else's first, and then tell me if you can do it or not."
Yang Zhiyi was still unconvinced, but he still scooped up a spoonful with a spoon and ate it in big gulps.
When you put it in your mouth, the rice grains are slightly elastic, and the aroma of the fried rice spreads in your mouth. The more you chew it, the more fragrant it tastes.
At this moment, Yang Zhiyi really wanted to slap himself in the face.
How did I think of making fried rice like this? This fried rice is so fragrant and delicious.
Yang Zhiyi ate several mouthfuls in succession. Li Feier asked with a smile, "How was it? Chef Yang, you ate so many mouthfuls. What did you taste? My daughter and I are waiting for you to come home and make it for us."
After hearing what his wife said, Yang Zhiyi put on a flattering smile on his face and said to his wife with a smile: "Wife, we can talk it over. Let's discuss this matter of going home to make fried rice."
Yang Zhiyi's cowardly look immediately caused laughter from everyone at the table.
Yang Xiaoxi asked, "Dad, do you think Uncle Feng's fried rice is delicious?"
Yang Zhiyi gave a thumbs up and said, "Absolutely! Your uncle Feng's fried rice is absolutely amazing. I am really impressed. I really can't cook it like this."
Feng Yifan stood by and said with a smile: "Lao Yang, if you really want to learn, I can teach you. It's not difficult to make fried rice."
Before Yang Zhiyi could speak, Yang Xiaoxi agreed on behalf of his father: "Okay, my dad wants to learn. Uncle Feng, you have to teach my dad well."
Yang Zhiyi wanted to yell "I won't learn it", but seeing his wife's smiling eyes, he could only swallow his words. He looked at Feng Yifan and said, "Okay, I'll come over and learn it when I'm free."
Seeing that everyone was very satisfied with the lunch, Feng Yifan also said with a smile: "In fact, it's good enough as long as everyone enjoys the meal."
At this time, Feng Ruoruo finally had the chance to speak: "Dad, everyone has some, what about mine, Xixi's, and Feifei's? You promised us that you would make special fried rice for us."
Feng Yifan reached out and gently touched his daughter's face: "Don't worry, don't worry, Daddy hasn't forgotten, and will serve the three little darlings meal right away."
After saying that, Feng Yifan said goodbye to everyone, turned around and quickly went back to the kitchen.
Watching Feng Yifan walk into the kitchen, Yang Zhiyi looked at the three girls curiously and asked, "Are yours different from ours?"
Yang Xiaoxi said directly to her father: "Of course, Uncle Feng made it specially for the three of us. It's a very special fried rice, different from the ones you all have."
Speaking of this, Yang Xiaoxi raised her chin proudly.
Seeing this, Yang Zhiyi immediately expressed his dissatisfaction: "This is not right. Why are your three different from ours? No, I want to protest to Chef Feng."
As soon as the words came out, the three girls shouted in unison: "No protests allowed."
Yang Zhiyi looked at the three little girls and pretended to be unconvinced and said, "Why? Why are you three different from us?"
Yang Xiaoxi rushed to her father and said, "Stupid dad, we are children. How can you adults treat us like children? Children are given preferential treatment in Ruoruo's restaurant."
His daughter's clear and logical words left Yang Zhiyi speechless for a long time. It seemed that he had no way to argue with his daughter.
Feng Ruoruo continued, "Uncle Yang, you guys eat yours, and we eat ours. You can't take our children's food away."
Chen Yaofei wanted to say something, but was stopped by Yang Zhiyi: "Alright, alright, uncle understands. You three are just kids, and you are Ruoruo's good friends, so you will be treated preferentially. Uncle understands."
After listening to Uncle Yang's words, Chen Yaofei smiled shyly and said, "Uncle Yang, what I meant is that if you want to eat something different, you should go and tell Uncle Feng yourself."
Hearing Chen Yaofei's words, Li Fei'er couldn't help but burst into laughter, and said while laughing: "Look at how sensible other children are. You should learn more from them."
Yang Zhiyi was laughed at and scolded by his wife, and he had nothing to say. He could only eat the fried rice on his plate.
Seeing this, the people at the table couldn't help laughing. It was really a very happy group of people.
At this time, Feng Ruoruo and her two good friends were looking eagerly at the back kitchen door, looking forward to what kind of fried rice their father (Uncle Feng) would bring for the three of them.
Lin Ruifeng, who was in the kitchen, was stunned once again as he watched his master's actions. There was only admiration for Feng Yifan in his eyes.