Although his wife clearly told them that their daughter could come back from kindergarten by herself, Feng Yifan still insisted on picking them up.
After taking care of the matters in the kitchen, Feng Yifan set out from the restaurant before his daughter's kindergarten was over, and walked along the old street to the kindergarten at the other end of the street.
It was already past three in the afternoon, and most of the shops on the old street had already started to get busy, preparing for evening business.
Many people in the shops were a little surprised when they saw Feng Yifan.
As someone who has worked in the old street for quite a long time, I always felt that Feng Yifan looked familiar the first time I saw him.
Some of those who knew that Su Ji had reopened quickly guessed Feng Yifan's identity.
There are others that require careful recollection to dig out from the depths of memory, such as the impression of "Su Ji's son-in-law".
Naturally, as Feng Yifan walked along the way, he became the focus of many people on the old street.
When passing by some shops that are familiar to his father-in-law, Feng Yifan will take the initiative to say hello to others.
"Boss Yang, is he busy?"
"Uncle Li, business is good?"
"It's been a long time since we last met, Madam Zhang. You are still as charming as ever."
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Naturally, those who were greeted by Feng Yifan quickly recognized him, and an expression of surprise appeared on their faces.
Boss Yang, who runs a barbecue restaurant, wiped the sweat off his bald head with a towel, looked at Feng Yifan in surprise and said, "Hey, Feng Yifan, where have you been these years? Where did you come from?"
Feng Yifan smiled and said, "I've been abroad for a few years. Didn't I just come back?"
Boss Yang responded, "Sure, you're really cruel, leaving your father-in-law's old business and his beautiful wife behind and running out on your own."
Boss Yang’s real name is “Yang Zhigang”. He has been working on the old street for more than ten years and is a dozen years older than Feng Yifan.
He was more familiar with Feng Yifan's father-in-law, so he was not so polite when speaking, and his tone was full of blame for Feng Yifan.
Feng Yifan didn't mind and said seriously: "It's my fault. I shouldn't have abandoned my father-in-law, my wife and children. Now that I'm back, I will spend the rest of my life making it up to them."
Opposite Yang Zhigang's barbecue restaurant, Li Jianping, who ran a sauce and stew shop and was called "Uncle Li" by Feng Yifan, also spoke up when he heard this.
"You're back. You should have seen that your father-in-law had a stroke. You should take good care of him. You also have to take responsibility for the old Su Ji brand. You can't let it be ruined."
Before Feng Yifan could reply, Zhang Cuifeng, the proprietress of the rice wine shop next to Li Jianping's sauce and marinade shop, started talking.
"That's right. Su Ji is the face of our old street. If it is destroyed by you, we old neighbors will not forgive you."
These merchants on the old street have a natural admiration for Su Ji. It can be said that they all regard Su Ji as the face of the old street, and naturally they all respect Su Jinrong very much.
Although the old street is facing demolition and reconstruction, in everyone's mind, Su Ji is still regarded as the backbone.
These days, Su Jinrong suffered a stroke. Although people on the old street didn't say anything about it, they were all a little panicked in their hearts.
However, seeing Su Ji reopen for business yesterday and today, and now seeing Feng Yifan coming back, everyone suddenly felt reassured.
So everyone should help old man Su Jinrong to discipline his son-in-law Feng Yifan.
Facing everyone's criticism, Feng Yifan smiled and responded: "Don't worry, now that I'm back, I will definitely protect Su Ji and take good care of my father-in-law, as well as my wife and daughter.
As for the demolition and reconstruction of our old street, I will gather everyone to discuss it when my father's health gets better."
After hearing what Feng Yifan said, everyone on the old street felt relieved.
Zhang Cuifeng, the proprietress of the rice wine shop, said directly, "Are you going to pick up your daughter? Go quickly and don't waste time with us. It will affect our business."
Zhang Cuifeng's words were of course a joke, and the old neighbors on the old street were already used to this kind of joke.
Feng Yifan clasped his fists and said goodbye to everyone, then quickly hurried to the kindergarten at the other end of the old street.
The old street is very long. After walking through a large section of the food street and turning into another road, you will reach the kindergarten not far away.
At this time, there were already many parents waiting in front of the kindergarten, and Feng Yifan stood among the crowd calmly.
As the bell rang in the kindergarten, the door of the kindergarten opened, allowing parents to enter the kindergarten one after another to pick up their children from their classes.
Feng Yifan also followed the crowd and greeted the guard with a smile when he entered.
Maybe it was because Feng Yifan had only been here once, and the guard still remembered him, so he smiled at him as well.
However, not long after entering the kindergarten, Feng Yifan encountered a problem. He seemed to have no idea where his daughter's classroom was.
Standing in front of the teaching building in the kindergarten, looking up at the teaching building which only had three floors, Feng Yifan couldn't help feeling a little confused. He didn't know which classroom he should go to to find his daughter.
Just as Feng Yifan was looking around in confusion, a familiar voice called out from the second floor.
"Feng Ruoruo's father, Feng Ruoruo's father, here, here."
Hearing the shouting, Feng Yifan looked up and saw that it was his daughter's teacher, Teacher Fang.
Feng Yifan smiled and nodded to Teacher Fang, then hurried upstairs and came to Teacher Fang: "Thank you so much, Teacher Fang. Otherwise, I really don't know which class to go to to pick up Ruoruo."
Teacher Fang smiled and said, "Haha, Feng Ruoruo's father, you don't have to be so polite. Feng Ruoruo performed very well today, and the children all like the candies you sent."
Feng Yifan responded: "Really? That's great. I was worried that the kids wouldn't like the candy I made."
Teacher Fang smiled dumbly and said, "How could that be? The marshmallows you make are really delicious."
Following Teacher Fang, I came to my daughter's classroom. At that time, there were already many parents in the classroom who came to pick up their children.
When they saw Teacher Fang come in, the parents took the initiative to greet her.
Feng Yifan glanced around the classroom and quickly found his daughter.
Feng Ruoruo was surrounded by a group of children, and Feng Yifan found that his daughter seemed to be very popular with the children.
Teacher Fang beside him smiled and said, "Because of the cotton candy you sent today, Feng Ruoruo has become a little star in the class. Everyone is envious of Feng Ruoruo for having a father like you."
Teacher Fang's words naturally made Feng Yifan feel surprised and proud, but on the surface he still remained reserved and calm.
"Hehe, it's not that magical actually. Marshmallows are not difficult to make. As long as you have the right tools, you can do it."
Feng Yifan's modest attitude made Teacher Fang feel comfortable chatting with him, so she smiled and said, "You are so modest."
Then Teacher Fang called out to Feng Ruoruo, who was surrounded by other children: "Feng Ruoruo, look, your dad is here to pick you up."
Feng Ruoruo, who was happily chatting with the children, immediately looked up when she heard Teacher Fang's words. When she saw Teacher Fang's father standing next to her, the little girl immediately walked over with a smile.
"Hehehe, Dad, you're here to pick me up."
Feng Yifan squatted down, wanting to take the opportunity to hug his daughter. But seeing that his daughter was still somewhat resistant and hesitant, he had to close his open arms, stretched out one hand and said, "Yes, Dad is here to pick up Ruoruo, Dad will hold Ruoruo."
This time the little girl did not resist. She happily stretched out her little hand and held her father's big hand.