Although there were more customers this afternoon, it was not very busy for Feng Yifan. It was much more relaxing than the weekend.
So Feng Yifan was able to handle the situation with ease and still had time to clean up the table, and sometimes he could even chat with Zhuang Daozhong.
But what made Feng Yifan a little strange was that Zhuang Zhebin, who came with Zhuang Daozhong, had never spoken. It should be said that he had never seen Zhuang Zhebin speak, and he really sat next to the old man like a well-behaved boy.
At noon when the business closed and Feng Yifan was cleaning the restaurant with his wife, he finally found a chance to ask.
"Zhuang Zhebin, right? I haven't seen you speak a word. Did your uncle forbid you to speak?"
When Zhuang Zhebin was asked this question, he felt a little embarrassed and didn't know how to explain this question.
However, Zhuang Daozhong quickly gave an answer: "He is a junior and really has no right to speak here."
Feng Yifan smiled and said, "Uncle Master, why are you doing this? He still looks like a child. Children should be more lively, just like my daughter, a very cheerful little girl."
Being called a "child" and even referring to her as a little girl made Zhuang Zhebin feel even more depressed.
The reason why Zhuang Zhebin didn't speak was that he was scolded by his great-grandfather for interrupting him before, so he didn't dare to interrupt easily.
On the other hand, he was really impressed by Feng Yifan's cooking skills. Whether it was the bowl of mixed Yifu noodles or the later crystal braised pork, the taste impressed him, so he was embarrassed to ask for more.
About half a year ago, Zhuang Zhebin went abroad with his grandfather and was received by Su Lanxin.
In a top-notch restaurant under the Su Lanxin Catering Group, Zhuang Zhebin was very impressed after tasting Su Lanxin's cooking skills.
If his grandfather had not stopped him at that time, Zhuang Zhebin might have become his disciple on the spot.
So with such a preference, Zhuang Zhebin followed his great grandfather out to Huaicheng this time. After learning about some of Su Ji's affairs, he originally favored Su Lanxin.
I feel that Su Ji’s business is not doing well nowadays, and it must be that the craftsmanship of Su Ji’s descendants is no longer good enough.
But when he came to Su Ji and tasted the authentic Su Ji dishes, Zhuang Zhebin felt like he had been slapped in the face.
Although Su Jinrong, the heir of Su's family, is unable to cook now, Zhuang Zhebin believes that the cooking skills of Chef Feng Yifan in the kitchen may be as good as those of his great-grandfather.
This strong slap made Zhuang Zhebin really afraid to speak casually.
But now, Feng Yifan called him a child in person, and Zhuang Zhebin felt that he could not just give in like that.
"Ahem, that master, master..."
After coughing, Zhuang Zhebin was about to speak when he suddenly realized that he didn't know how to address Feng Yifan.
After thinking for a long time, it seems that I should call him "Master Uncle", but why does it feel so confusing
Zhuang Daozhong smiled and said, "Just call him uncle. Don't you always call Lan Xin grandma? Then call this person Grandpa Rong. Ruoxi is your aunt, so you can call her husband uncle."
With the decision made by my great-grandfather, the entire generational order was determined, and the relationship between the two families was also continued.
Su Jinrong also understood his uncle's intention, which was to help the current Su family.
After all, in the traditional domestic culinary world, people still pay attention to the old etiquette of birth and inheritance.
Now that Su Ji has a relationship with Zhuang Daozhong, if Su Ji wants to communicate in the culinary world in the future, it will have a more orthodox affiliation and will not have to rely entirely on the reputation of the state banquet of the deceased Grandpa Su.
After hearing his great-grandfather's decision, Zhuang Zhebin responded and stood up to greet the people in the restaurant very seriously.
"Hello, Grandpa Rong, aunt, and uncle."
Lu Cuiling smiled and said, "Young man, what about me?"
Zhuang Zhebin did not hesitate and shouted directly: "Hello, grandma."
Lu Cuiling nodded with satisfaction: "Not bad, not bad, a very polite young man."
Zhuang Zhebin was not unhappy about the seniority issue. After all, he was only 15 years old, and it was normal for him to call Su Jinrong "grandfather" in terms of age. It was just that being treated as a child made him feel a little uncomfortable.
But he didn't think too much about it. Zhuang Zhebin looked at Feng Yifan and asked, "Uncle, your cooking skills are so good, have you ever thought about making Su Ji bigger?"
Feng Yifan smiled and asked, "How big is considered big?"
When asked this question, Zhuang Zhebin didn’t know how to answer it.
Seeing Zhuang Zhebin was stumped by the question, Feng Yifan continued, "I know you must think that our Su Ji should cooperate with Auntie. With the strong support of Auntie's catering group, Su Ji will definitely develop rapidly."
After his thoughts were revealed, Zhuang Zhebin simply stopped hiding anything and stated his views directly.
"Uncle, I don't know if you have ever been to Grandma Xin's catering group or any of the restaurants under it. Grandma Xin has been abroad for many years, promoting our dishes overseas, and she has really been working hard."
Feng Yifan nodded: "Well, I know. What you may not know is that I got an opportunity to go abroad for exchange five years ago, and the restaurant I went to was a one-star restaurant under your grandmother Xin's company."
Zhuang Zhebin was a little surprised: "Uncle, have you ever been to the restaurant of Grandma Xin's company?"
Feng Yifan nodded again: "Yes, I went there, but I was fired after one week because I 'didn't meet the standards'."
Zhuang Zhebin was stunned for a moment, and Zhuang Daozhong also frowned slightly.
Feng Yifan smiled and said, "Does it seem incredible? Why was I fired after just one week? And the reason was that I didn't meet the standards?"
Without answering directly, Feng Yifan asked Zhuang Zhebin again: "You must have eaten the food at your grandmother Xin's restaurant. Have you ever been in the restaurant's kitchen?"
Zhuang Zhebin had never been in there before, even though he had been there with his grandfather before. But how could someone let anyone in to visit the kitchen of a restaurant
Feng Yifan naturally knew that Zhuang Zhebin had never been in there. He paused for a moment and then continued speaking.
"In the restaurant's kitchen, I saw a fully mechanized cooking process. They even strictly regulate every step, including every chef's action and every seasoning ratio. There are very strict standards.
It’s not a bad thing to have standards, but if even the kitchen staff are required to follow strict standards for every action and process dishes in a standardized assembly line, can it really be considered cooking?”
After listening to Feng Yifan's story, Zhuang Zhebin was completely stunned. Zhuang Daozhong, Su Jinrong, Lu Cuiling and Su Ruoxi who were present were also a little stunned, or it was a little difficult for them to imagine such a scene.