It was already nine o'clock in the evening. Su Ji had closed and people on the old street were leaving one after another.
Tomorrow is Monday again, and it is time to go to work. Therefore, most people cannot hang out in the old street until late, and many people who had dinner at Su Ji went back one after another.
A sign saying "Suspended Business" was hung on the door of Su Kee, but they did not close directly as usual.
Feng Ruoruo sat on a chair in front of the door, looking out eagerly.
Everyone in the restaurant was already cleaning up. Grandma leaned close to her granddaughter and said, "Ruoruo, you don't have to wait here. Since Xixi said she would come, she will definitely come. We just need to open the door and wait for them."
Feng Ruoruo turned her head and looked at her grandmother: "But, what if I'm not waiting here, and Xixi and the others think we're closed?"
Lu Cuiling laughed: "How could that be? Isn't our door open? And Xixi's dad has called mom to tell her that they will definitely come, Ruoruo doesn't have to worry."
Although her grandma said this, Feng Ruoruo still didn't want to leave and sat on the chair waiting quietly.
Finally, the little girl sat on the chair, bent over, with her elbows on her legs, her two little hands supporting her face, and waited for a long time.
I saw a familiar family of three coming to the door.
Feng Ruoruo immediately jumped off the chair and quickly ran to the door to greet her good friend Yang Xiaoxi.
"Hey, Xixi, you guys are finally here. Why are you playing like this? We don't have any guests at home, and mom and dad are already preparing to close the store."
Yang Xiaoxi and Feng Ruoruo held hands, then turned to look at her father and pouted, "It's all my dad's fault. He had to write an article at home, and it took him a long time."
When Yang Zhiyi heard his daughter's words, he quickly took the initiative to admit his mistake: "I'm sorry, it's Dad's fault. I delayed the meal time."
Su Ruoxi and her parents-in-law also came out to greet them, and Su Jinrong also smiled and nodded to Yang Zhiyi and Li Feier.
When Lu Cuiling heard what Yang Zhiyi said, she immediately said, "It's not good for you to do this. You're not eating alone. Your daughter also needs to eat. Eating so late is not good for the child."
Li Feier took over and said, "That's right, did you hear what Aunt Lu said? Eating so late is not good for the children."
Yang Zhiyi responded helplessly: "It's my fault for not getting the manuscript out in time."
Yang Xiaoxi immediately complained to Grandma Lu: "Grandma Lu, my father didn't cook for lunch, so he finally let me eat instant noodles."
When Lu Cuiling heard the little girl complain, she exclaimed, "Oh my God, you actually let your child eat instant noodles? Those instant noodles are unhealthy and have additives in them. They are not like our Yi Fu noodles, which are freshly made every day."
Yang Zhiyi was about to explain, but Lu Cuiling interrupted him and continued, "Also, the ingredients in instant noodles are very unhealthy. It's okay for adults to eat them occasionally, but how can children eat them? You're feeding your child as a meal. You're an unqualified father."
Yang Zhiyi was completely speechless. He knew he was wrong, so he didn't dare to argue.
It was Li Feier who stood up and said a few words for her husband: "Aunt Lu, don't be angry. I believe that Xixi's father will not do that again in the future. Let's forgive him this time. Also, we must let him learn to cook well from Ruoruo's father."
Yang Zhiyi was very grateful for the first half of his wife's sentence, but when she said at the end that she wanted him to learn how to cook, Yang Zhiyi immediately became discouraged.
Li Feier had just finished speaking when she heard another voice: "Yes, I heard it. You want to learn how to cook from me, right? Then why not today? Brother Yang, come with me to the kitchen."
Yang Zhiyi immediately looked sad and asked: "How about..."
Before he could say "next time", he felt his wife's hand touching his waist, and felt his wife's two fingers about to take action. Yang Zhiyi had no choice but to agree.
"Or, let's do it this time."
Yang Xiaoxi was naturally very happy to hear that her father was willing to learn: "Great, Dad, go quickly, you have to learn well from Dad Feng, and cook for me at home in the future."
Yang Zhiyi forced a smile and nodded to his daughter: "Okay, Dad will definitely study hard."
Afterwards, Yang Zhiyi, with a fearless look on his face, strode into the kitchen with Feng Yifan.
Entering the kitchen, Yang Zhiyi was somewhat surprised to find that the kitchen had already been cleaned. However, there were still various fresh ingredients on the cooking table.
Seeing Yang Zhiyi coming in, Lin Ruifeng took the initiative to greet him: "Hello, Brother Yang."
Yang Zhiyi nodded and responded: "Oh, hello."
Then, Yang Zhiyi asked Feng Yifan in surprise: "Ruoruo's father, did you just do a general cleaning?"
Feng Yifan smiled and nodded: "I guess so. Usually, the kitchen needs to be cleaned after business is over every day. We must ensure that the kitchen is clean and tidy. This is the basic."
Yang Zhiyi still said in disbelief: "But isn't this a little too clean?"
Lin Ruifeng interrupted and said, "Brother Yang, this is Su Ji's rule. The kitchen must be kept clean and tidy. These are habits passed down for many years, so the master will clean carefully every day after closing."
Yang Zhiyi then said in a somewhat strange tone: "But, don't you guys close the business at night and take Ruoruo out for a walk?"
Feng Yifan asked back: "Can't we continue cleaning after we come back from a walk?"
Yang Zhiyi nodded suddenly: "Oh, no wonder."
Feng Yifan didn't say anything more, he walked a few steps forward to the cooking table and started introducing the various ingredients in front of him to Yang Zhiyi.
"Today, I prepared dinner for your daughter. Fresh shrimp, shredded pork, fresh vegetables, and some fruits."
Yang Zhiyi looked at the dazzling array of things in front of him and instantly began to have the idea of backing out.
"Ruoruo's father, there's no need to be so troublesome. I think you can make Xixi some fried rice and a bowl of vegetable soup tonight. Her mother and I can each have a bowl of noodles."
Feng Yifan said without further ado: "Stop talking nonsense, come and watch, I'll teach you a simple method, stir-fry shredded pork."
Yang Zhiyi immediately said, "Stir-fried shredded pork? I know how to do that."
When Lin Ruifeng heard this, he couldn't help laughing out loud.
Yang Zhiyi looked at the smiling Lin Ruifeng and said seriously: "I really know how to do this. Why are you laughing?"
Feng Yifan pointed at the tenderloin in front of him and said, "Okay, you can cut the meat into strips first."
Yang Zhiyi was not vague and said seriously: "Cut it, I want to show you that it's not just you, Chef Feng, who can cook. I, Yang Zhiyi, can also cook good dishes."
Next, Yang Zhiyi took the apron Lin Ruifeng prepared for him without hesitation. After washing his hands, he walked to the vegetable mound with a serious face.
I have to say, Yang Zhiyi, wearing an apron and looking serious, really looks like that.
Before they were about to start, Yang Zhiyi suddenly asked, "Chef Feng, what kind of shredded pork are you going to make? Shredded pork with green peppers? Shredded pork with Beijing sauce? Or something else?"
Feng Yifan saw that Yang Zhiyi was talking very logically, so he smiled and said, "It's up to you. Just do what you are most familiar with."
Yang Zhiyi said seriously: "Okay, then today I will show you my specialty, shredded pork with green peppers."
Hearing Yang Zhiyi's full of energy, Lin Ruifeng couldn't help but feel excited. He wanted to see if this usually unreliable father could make a dish of shredded pork with green peppers today.
Just as Yang Zhiyi took action, Lin Ruifeng discovered that Feng Yifan was also taking action on the other side.
Judging from Feng Yifan's hand speed, Yang Zhiyi is naturally incomparable.
Feng Yifan took the piece of meat, quickly sliced it, and then changed the knife to cut it into very even shreds.
The whole process took Feng Yifan only about a minute, while Yang Zhiyi only cut two pieces of unevenly thick meat.
Glancing at Feng Yifan next to him, Yang Zhiyi couldn't help but say, "Chef Feng, this is wrong. Are you doing this on purpose? I agreed to do it, but you're faster than me."
Feng Yifan did not stop his work, and continued to add salt, pepper, a little egg white, some onion and ginger water and water starch to the shredded meat. He quickly mixed the shredded meat evenly, then sealed it with oil and set it aside.
While doing this, Feng Yifan also responded to Yang Zhiyi: "You do yours, I have to hurry up and finish it, otherwise Xixi will go hungry."
Then, I saw Feng Yifan slicing the soaked black fungus, cutting the soaked day lily, and shredding the cucumber.
Yang Zhiyi was a little dazed, because Feng Yifan's speed was too fast. All the ingredients were prepared, and it only took a few minutes before he started to fry them.
After staring blankly for a while, Yang Zhiyi looked down at the piece of meat in his hand. It was really a bit shameful.
Yang Zhiyi asked curiously, "Chef Feng, what kind of shredded pork are you going to make?"
Feng Yifan smiled and replied, "Mushu Shredded Pork."
While answering, Feng Yifan had already sat on the wok and poured a lot of oil into the wok. Then when the oil temperature reached about 50%, he put the shredded meat into the wok and quickly spread it with a pair of chopsticks to fry the shredded meat.
Then pour out the oil and shredded meat, leaving a little oil at the bottom of the pot, then pour in the beaten eggs, quickly spreading the egg liquid to make very tender, floc-like frangipani.
Yang Zhiyi stood aside, stunned by what was happening, and completely forgot what he was doing.
Take out the eggs first, leave a little oil in the pan, add the scallions and ginger and stir-fry.
First, add the shredded meat that has been fried in oil and stir-fry. Then add the fungus, day lily, and shredded cucumber. The seasoning is very simple, with salt, sugar, pepper, and a little cooking wine, and stir-fry over high heat.
After stir-frying evenly, add the eggs. Finally, drizzle with sesame oil and serve.
Yang Zhiyi, who was standing next to him, felt that the entire cooking process of such a dish would not take more than ten minutes.
Feng Yifan finished frying the Mushu pork shreds, turned around and said to his apprentice, "Ruifeng, take this up first, and then serve two bowls of rice. Let Xixi and her mother eat first."
When Yang Zhiyi heard this, he immediately put down the knife in his hand and said, "Don't bother Xiaolin, I'll take it out."
But before he could reach out to take it, Yang Zhiyi was grabbed by Feng Yifan.
"Brother Yang, you haven't fried the shredded pork yet? What are you going to do? Let Xixi and her mother eat the plate of Mushu shredded pork outside, let's continue."
Yang Zhiyi was grabbed and watched Lin Ruifeng fill two bowls of rice and take the dishes and rice out on a tray.
At this moment, Yang Zhiyi really felt like crying but had no tears.
"Chef Feng, I haven't eaten tonight. Can't you let me go out and have a bite of food first? After I eat, can't I come back and continue to learn from you?"
Feng Yifan smiled and responded: "I'm sorry, it's really not possible. If you cook a plate of shredded pork yourself, I will let you go out for dinner."
Yang Zhiyi was really about to cry, and could only beg for mercy: "Chef Feng, I admit that my cooking skills are not as good as yours. I can't even cut the shredded pork properly, how can I stir-fry it?"
Feng Yifan didn't say anything more, but pulled him to the chopping board and said seriously: "Remember, if you are not proficient in my method of slicing and shredding meat, you can freeze the meat first."
As he spoke, Feng Yifan threw the badly cut slices of meat aside and took out another piece of meat from the kitchen freezer.
"Freeze it a little bit so it starts to harden up, and then it will be easier to slice and shred."
Yang Zhiyi watched Feng Yifan slicing the slices and found that it was indeed a bit simple.
Next, Feng Yifan handed him the knife: "Come on, you try it too. Everything is difficult at the beginning. You always have to take the first step in many things. I'm not saying anything bad about you, but as a father, it's wrong for you to feed your daughter instant noodles."
After hearing what Feng Yifan said, the sad expression on Yang Zhiyi's face disappeared instantly.
He thought about it seriously and felt that he was indeed an incompetent father as he had never cooked a proper meal for his daughter in a day.
Thinking of this, Yang Zhiyi's expression became serious again. He reached out to take Feng Yifan's knife and followed Feng Yifan's example to cut the frozen meat into shreds.
Lin Ruifeng brought out the Mu Shu pork shreds and rice, and Li Feier and Yang Xiaoxi, mother and daughter, were a little excited to see the dishes being served.
Yang Xiaoxi clapped her hands and exclaimed, "Wow, the food that Father Feng cooked smells so good."
Of course, before the little girl ate, she still thought of her father and asked curiously: "Uncle Xiaolin, where is my father?"
Lin Ruifeng smiled and replied: "Your father is still learning in the kitchen, the master said that you should eat first."
Yang Xiaoxi said happily: "Okay, then Uncle Xiaolin, you have to ask Dad to learn well, and when you go home in the future, you have to ask Dad to make dishes like this for Xixi to eat."
Feng Ruoruo had already started to urge: "Xixi, eat quickly, otherwise it won't taste good if it gets cold."
When Yang Xiaoxi heard her good friend's words, she said with a smile, "Okay, Mom, let's eat."
Li Feier naturally started eating dinner with her daughter.
As for the father in the kitchen, in the face of the delicious dishes, he has been selectively forgotten by the mother and daughter for the time being.