Zhuang Daozhong stayed in Su's for an entire afternoon and chatted with Su Jinrong about many past events. The two old men were very happy.
After chatting for a while, Feng Yifan led his apprentice back to the kitchen to prepare ingredients for the evening business. Although time-consuming things such as soup stock were basically prepared from morning to afternoon, some ingredients still needed pre-processing.
Zhuang Zhebin chatted with his great grandfather for a while, and he felt a little bored. He couldn't help but ask Su Jinrong: "Grandpa Rong, can I go to the kitchen to watch my uncle cook?"
Su Jinrong looked at Zhuang Daozhong, who thought for a moment and said, "Jinrong, this is still up to you. We have to follow your rules when we come to Su's."
After hesitating for a moment, Su Jinrong smiled and said, "Then ask Yifan."
Su Ruoxi obeyed her father's words and went to the kitchen to ask her husband what he thought.
"Zhuang Zhebin wants to come in and take a look. Dad asked me to come in and ask for your opinion. Are you willing to let him in?"
Feng Yifan smiled and turned to look at his wife and said, "Dad asked you to come in and ask me, doesn't that mean he agrees? If Zhuang Zhebin wants to see it, then let him come in and take a look. It's basically the same in the kitchen anyway."
When his wife was about to go out, Feng Yifan glanced at the clock on the wall and said, "By the way, you and mom should get ready to pick up Ruoruo."
Su Ruoxi agreed and said, "I know. Don't worry. I won't forget to pick up your daughter."
Feng Yifan heard his wife's words and said with a smile: "Isn't that your daughter too? If Ruoruo didn't have the snacks I sent her today, she must be eager to go home."
Su Ruoxi curled her lips: "You know this? Maybe your daughter is attracted by other things now and has forgotten your snacks."
Feng Yifan smiled and said to his wife, "Let's make a bet. I am still confident that our daughter will remember it."
Su Ruoxi immediately became timid: "I won't bet with you, you'd better prepare the ingredients. Mom and I will go to pick up our daughter."
Feng Yifan kept a smile on his face as he watched his wife turn around and leave. He turned around and saw his apprentice who was practicing cutting the dough also watching with a smile. He immediately frowned and said, "Why are you laughing so foolishly? Keep practicing. Look at the slices you cut. The thickness is different."
After being scolded by his master, Lin Ruifeng quickly lowered his head and continued to practice, but there was still a smile on his face.
After cutting a few times, Lin Ruifeng couldn't help but smiled and said, "Master, you know? After you came back, Sister Ruoxi seemed to have become a different person. I used to be afraid of Sister Ruoxi."
Feng Yifan was immediately attracted by his apprentice's words. He did not stop working and asked curiously, "What's the change?"
Lin Ruifeng continued, "Sister Ruoxi used to be famous for her strength. In my eyes, she was a strong woman like my elder sister. I have never seen her act like a little girl in front of you."
Feng Yifan turned around and tapped his apprentice's knife with an iron spoon: "Keep practicing, forget everything you saw. I'm telling you, only I, your master, can remember what happened just now."
Lin Ruifeng was stunned at first, then immediately responded: "Yes, Master, I will forget it immediately."
But after getting a new potato, Lin Ruifeng couldn't help laughing again. When he saw his master looking back again, he quickly stopped laughing and continued to practice knife skills seriously.
Not long after, Zhuang Zhebin walked into the kitchen and saw the master and apprentice busy in the kitchen. He was also very cautious.
After entering the room, Zhuang Zhebin bowed to Feng Yifan first: "Thank you, uncle, for your help."
Feng Yifan stood in front of the stove without looking back, but said directly: "Go wash your hands first, and help me clean the grass carp."
Zhuang Zhebin was stunned when he heard this, and then said, "Uncle, I just came in to take a look."
Feng Yifan said bluntly: "Now that you've come in, wouldn't it be boring to just watch? Even if it's just to help your uncle, I'll also help your great grandfather examine you."
Zhuang Zhebin was stunned again after hearing this and almost blurted out, "What gives you the right to test me?"
But when the words were about to come to his lips, Zhuang Zhebin quickly swallowed them back, thinking back to the Yi Fu noodles and the crystal braised pork, he was very clear that Feng Yifan was indeed qualified to test him.
In desperation, Zhuang Zhebin had to walk towards the fish box.
Picking up the net bag next to him and looking at the fish in the fish box, Zhuang Zhebin asked, "Uncle, which one should we take first?"
Feng Yifan said without even looking at it: "Kill the biggest one, clean it, and then cut it into pieces for later use."
After listening to Feng Yifan's instructions, Zhuang Zhebin took a deep breath and decided to do something to impress his uncle. In particular, he couldn't let his uncle's apprentice Lin Ruifeng make a fool of himself.
Zhuang Zhebin used a net bag to take out the largest one first. While the fish was still jumping after being caught, he reached out and grabbed a kitchen knife and hit the fish's head directly with the blade.
Lin Ruifeng looked at it in surprise. The fish that was jumping around happily suddenly stopped moving after Zhuang Zhebin slapped it.
Seeing Zhuang Zhebin's actions and the surprised look of his apprentice, Feng Yifan said, "Knock the fish unconscious first, so it will be easier to kill and clean later."
After listening to the master's explanation, Lin Ruifeng nodded in understanding.
Next, we saw Zhuang Zhebin, a boy of only fifteen years old, slaughtering such a large grass carp very skillfully and quickly opening its belly to clean it.
Lin Ruifeng was even more envious of the skillful technique.
As if he noticed Lin Ruifeng's envious gaze, Zhuang Zhebin continued cleaning while turning his head to look at Lin Ruifeng and grinning.
Lin Ruifeng instantly understood from the other person's smile: "What do you think? You still want to practice." That arrogance made him grit his teeth.
But Zhuang Zhebin didn't show off for long. Suddenly, his brows knitted, his face changed, he groaned, raised his hand, and said with a sad face: "Uncle, do you have any Band-Aids at home?"
When Lin Ruifeng saw that Zhuang Zhebin's fingers were bleeding, he calmly wiped his hands with a rag from the chopping board, took out a Band-Aid from his pocket and handed it to him.
Zhuang Zhebin was stunned at first, but when he saw the Band-Aid on Lin Ruifeng's hand, he instantly understood.
Lin Ruifeng was prepared for this as he had injured his hands several times.
But before Zhuang Zhebin could take it, Feng Yifan came over and grabbed Zhuang Zhebin's hand, then came to his stove, picked up the iron pot on the stove, and pressed Zhuang Zhebin's injured finger on the hot bottom of the pot.
Even though the wound was only lightly burned, Zhuang Zhebin couldn't help but howl in agony.
Feng Yifan ignored him, and rinsed his hand under the tap again, then took out a piece of absorbent paper and said, "Alright, stop yelling. Let's see if you dare to show off to others in the future. Cut your hand, dry it and put on a Band-Aid."
Zhuang Zhebin closed his mouth and wiped the water off his hands. Lin Ruifeng came over and helped put the Band-Aid on his wound.
As for Feng Yifan, he was already continuing to clean the fish himself, and cleaned up the remaining parts very quickly.
After Zhuang Zhebin put on the Band-Aid, he could only stand aside and watch his uncle busying himself in the kitchen.