This afternoon at Su Ji, the previous time was delayed by the bosses on the old street, resulting in Feng Yifan being unable to go early to make snacks for his daughter.
After Li Jianping, Yang Zhigang, Fan Chaodong, and Wang Cuifeng and their spouses had left, Feng Yifan and Su Ruoxi served tea and snacks to the elderly people who stayed behind so that they could rest and chat in the closed restaurant.
Feng Yifan then took his wife to the kitchen to start today's dessert-making teaching.
While making the desserts, Su Ruoxi watched and learned carefully, and asked her husband curiously, "Why do you have so many desserts? You said you learned it abroad, but some of your desserts are obviously not from abroad."
The dessert Feng Yifan made today is indeed not a foreign dessert. It is traditional shachima.
While Feng Yifan was kneading the dough, he smiled and said to his wife, "Because your husband is a genius."
Su Ruoxi immediately curled her lips: "You're so arrogant again, aren't you?"
Seeing that his wife was unhappy, Feng Yifan put his arm around her waist and said, "Don't be angry. In fact, the making of these snacks is often a one-size-fits-all approach. As long as you master the skills, many things will be easy."
Today, Feng Yifan has made some improvements to the traditional shachima by adding some honey instead of just using white sugar.
And not only green and red shreds are used, but some preserved fruits are also added to increase the diversity of taste.
Feng Yifan also prepared some nut kernels, which was truly a luxurious creation.
Su Ruoxi watched her husband do it and learned from him.
Seeing that Shaqima was still quite complicated this time, he asked again: "Your situation doesn't look as simple as you said, "One thing leads to another, and I think this is really complicated."
Feng Yifan smiled and said to his wife: "It's actually not difficult. The main thing is that you have to master the technique."
Next, Feng Yifan naturally taught his wife all kinds of production techniques without reservation.
The first step to making shaqi ma is to fry it, and then stir-fry it again. The real difficulty lies in the frying process, which is to make sure that the small sections of noodles can be evenly coated with sugar juice after frying.
Moreover, Feng Yifan mixed in nut kernels, and he had to ensure that the nut kernels were evenly distributed.
During this process, Feng Yifan uses two short wooden sticks to stir-fry the food in the pot continuously. It is a job that really tests one's skills, strength, and fire control.
After frying, take the fried shachima out of the pot and place it on the chopping board that has been covered with a layer of green and red shredded vegetables and preserved fruits.
Feng Yifan took a knife and used the blade to quickly press horizontally to perform the reshaping.
This time, the magical thing Su Ruoxi saw was that her husband didn't use any mold at all, but just pressed out long strips of shaqima with his hands.
Su Ruoxi was really surprised by this scene.
You know, it’s still a little hot after being fried.
But Feng Yifan didn't care about the heat at all. He just pressed and shaped the skin while it was hot. He didn't even use a mold. He just used a kitchen knife to complete the shaping.
Noticing his wife's surprised expression, Feng Yifan smiled and said, "Actually, this is not hot anymore. Look at this candy. If you pinch it gently, you won't feel it's very hot. Then serve it out."
After shaping it into long strips, Feng Yifan gently cut it into long and thin strips.
After cutting, Feng Yifan picked up a piece and handed it to his wife: "Here, try it. Is it the same as what you ate when you were a child?"
Su Ruoxi loved eating shachima when she was a child, especially when her grandfather was alive. Some people who came from the capital to visit her grandfather would always bring snacks from the capital, including shachima.
Because of my grandfather's status, people who come to visit him will not buy the machine-processed shaqi ma. Usually people from Beijing will bring shaqi ma made by hand by the master craftsmen in Beijing.
Su Ruoxi took a bite and was surprised again after chewing it. This one her husband made tasted very similar to what she had eaten when she was a child.
It's not too sweet, and the fried short noodles are not hard either. They taste crispy and soft. Coupled with the nutty aroma, every bite is delicious.
After letting her husband feed her and finishing a piece, Su Ruoxi exclaimed: "This tastes exactly like what I did when I was a kid."
Feng Yifan smiled and said, "Well, it's good that you like it. If you like it, my daughter will definitely like it too."
Then, Feng Yifan selected a few more pieces and placed them on a small white porcelain plate.
Su Ruoxi asked curiously: "Who are you giving this to?"
Seeing his wife picking up another piece to eat, Feng Yifan smiled and said, "Of course, this is for Aunt Liu and the others to try. We can't eat it all by ourselves."
Su Ruoxi, who was eating her second piece, was stunned for a moment, and then immediately said angrily: "If you say I eat alone again, I will ignore you."
Seeing his wife so angry, she looked just like a willful and naughty little girl, and Feng Yifan couldn't help laughing.
Her husband smiled, which made Su Ruoxi even more angry. She turned her head away and said, "Humph, I'm ignoring you."
Although she turned her head away and ignored her husband, she did not put down the shaqi ma in her hand. Su Ruoxi continued to eat it bite by bite. This shaqi ma really suited her appetite.
Feng Yifan didn't point it out, but smiled and said, "Take your time to eat. I'll take this to the elderly people in front."
Su Ruoxi had no time to pay attention to her husband. She just nodded and agreed, and continued to eat there alone like a "little mouse".
Seeing his wife's lovely appearance, Feng Yifan was so happy that he walked towards the restaurant in front with the plate in his hand.
Come to the front and present the shaqima to the elders.
When Liu Wanhua saw the traditional shaqima, she was surprised: "Yifan, you can actually make such a traditional shaqima? This looks good."
Feng Yifan smiled and responded: "Aunt Liu, I just watched some tutorials and tried to make it myself. Please try it and give me some advice."
Lin Zekang looked at it and said, "Shaqima, when I was young and on a business trip to Beijing, I once had a very authentic Shaqima. It was made by a real master chef, and the taste was really different from the ones I bought later."
Tang Zhuochen said impatiently: "Okay, let's try it quickly."
Zhang Maosheng smiled and said, "Look, Old Tang is greedy."
Afterwards, the old people did not hesitate. Each of them picked up a piece and put it in their mouths to taste it.
As soon as they took a bite, the crispy yet soft, sweet but not greasy texture made the elderly people smile as they ate it.
After taking a bite, Liu Wanhua said, "Good, it's really delicious. Yifan, you made it very well."
Lin Zekang also said: "Yes, it tastes exactly like this. The first time I ate it when I was young, it tasted exactly like this. It was really delicious, sweet but not greasy, crispy and soft."
Zhang Maosheng took over and said: "Yifan is mixed with nuts, and the aroma of these nuts makes it more fragrant."
Lu Cuiling couldn't help but praise her son: "Not bad, not bad. I didn't expect my son could make such delicious shaqima."
Feng Yifan said with some regret: "It's a pity that Dad left early, otherwise I could have asked Dad to bring some back to eat."
Lu Cuiling said: "Your dad doesn't like to eat this, he likes the pea cake more. You brought him a lot of pea cakes, he must be so happy."
Feng Yifan smiled and said, "As long as my dad likes it, I'll prepare some for him next time he comes."
Lu Cuiling immediately said, "Don't worry, you made your father eat it this time, he will definitely come again next week."
This made all the old people present laugh.
While the old people were laughing, Su Ruoxi came out from the kitchen, carrying a kettle to add water for everyone. After hearing what her mother-in-law said, she also said, "If Dad likes it, then make more. Yifan can cook anyway, so let him make more."
Watching Su Ruoxi adding water to the teacup, Liu Wanhua smiled and said, "Ruoxi is so lucky to have married such a good husband. He thinks of ways to make snacks for you and your mother every day."
Su Ruoxi curled her lips and said, "Him? He cares more about his daughter. I am just benefiting from his daughter."
These words immediately made the old people happy.
Tang Zhuochen said, "Yifan, this is wrong. How can you only care about your daughter and ignore your wife? Don't do this in the future. You should also make something that Ruoxi likes to eat."
When Feng Yifan heard this, he glanced at his wife's smug face and could only say, "Okay, Uncle Tang, don't worry."
At this moment, Feng Yifan's cell phone rang, and he answered the call without any hesitation.
The call was from Ah Fei asking for help.
"Chef Feng, the sweet and sour shrimp balls you mentioned, after the shrimps are sliced and marinated, do they need to be fried?"
Hearing A Fei's urgent request for help on the other end of the phone, Feng Yifan looked helpless and could only give some guidance over the phone.
This phone call for guidance lasted more than half an hour.
Feng Yifan's phone call was not over until they confirmed that the dish was ready.
After Feng Yifan hung up the phone, everyone was a little curious? Who was he teaching
Su Ruoxi asked, "From what you said on the phone, it seems like you were teaching someone how to cook. Who is that?"
Feng Yifan smiled bitterly and said, "It's Ah Fei. He's cooking for his friends in the studio."
When we say "A Fei", no one can remember who he is
Feng Yifan added: "It was the photographer who shot the promotional video for our Su Ji. He came with Meng Shitong and the others. He was a very handsome photographer."
After saying this, everyone immediately had an impression.
Liu Wanhua asked curiously: "Why? Can he cook too? I thought he just filmed you cooking."
Feng Yifan smiled bitterly and said, "He really can't cook. Didn't he just call me to ask me? Today, he wants to make the 'dried (?) large prawns' that I taught him last time and post it online for netizens to watch.
Secondly, it was to confess my feelings to someone."
Everyone was a little surprised: "Confessing to someone?"
Feng Yifan nodded: "Yes, he wants to confess his feelings to someone today, so he wants to show off his skills. I think he should succeed."
Liu Wanhua hesitated for a moment before laughing: "Hahaha, young people nowadays find confessions so interesting. They even have to learn how to cook to express their love. I'm afraid that this person has fallen in love with what you young people call a foodie, right?"
Feng Yifan smiled and said, "Maybe it's true."
As he said this, Feng Yifan looked at his wife.
Su Ruoxi noticed her husband's gaze and immediately glared at him, her eyes seemed to say: If you dare to say that I am a foodie, I will bite you to death at night.
Feng Yifan naturally didn't dare to point it out, so he could only smile and look away.
Lin Zekang said: "In our time, there was a saying that if you want to keep a man's heart, you must first keep his stomach. Now, young people seem to have it the other way around. If you want to win a girl's heart, you must first win her stomach."
This statement was recognized by everyone present.
Liu Wanhua said: "Speaking of this, girls nowadays are happier. Many girls nowadays don't need to learn how to cook. They let their boyfriends or future husbands do it. How happy they are."
Hearing this, Zhang Maosheng suddenly said, "Old sister, it seems you can't cook either?"
When Liu Wanhua heard this, she glared and said, "Go away, I can't cook, and I didn't go to your house to eat."
Zhang Maosheng was glared at, so naturally he didn't dare to say anything else.
Tang Zhuochen smiled and said, "That's right, our elder sister has a place to eat. How can the cooking skills of us old guys be worthy of the elder sister's eyes?"
Liu Wanhua was a little unhappy when she heard this: "You two old men are really trying to embarrass me in front of the younger generation, right?"
Seeing that Liu Wanhua was a little unhappy, Su Ruoxi quickly went over and said, "Aunt Liu, don't be angry. You can't cook, of course, and you don't have to worry about it, because Youyifan is here, and it's his duty to respect you."
Liu Wanhua smiled with satisfaction after hearing this: "That's right, I don't eat what you cook, I can eat what Yifan cooks."
However, although she said this, the old lady glanced at Su Jinrong intentionally or unintentionally.
Everyone saw this scene, but with the old lady's warning before, everyone naturally pretended not to see it, and no one would point this out.
Feng Yifan asked the old people to sit down and chat, and he took his wife to pack up and go back to the kitchen.
After entering the kitchen, Feng Yifan couldn't help but ask, "Do you think Aunt Liu seems to be interested in Dad?"
Su Ruoxi said, "You just realized it? This matter is not a secret at all to the elders outside. They all know about it, but no one will say it out loud."
Feng Yifan was a little surprised: "But, I remember Aunt Liu is much older than Dad."
Su Ruoxi nodded: "Yes, because she is much older, my father didn't catch up with her back then. If he hadn't met my mother later, he might have really remained single for the rest of his life."
Feng Yifan was really surprised. He didn't expect that there was such a story between his father-in-law and Liu Wanhua.
Moreover, there is a full ten-year age difference between the two.
Feng Yifan thought about it carefully: his father-in-law knew Liu Wanhua's taste preferences very well, and even remembered that Liu Wanhua once invited her senior sister's daughter to eat rice crust dipped in squirrel mandarin fish soup.
It was also found that Liu Wanhua came to Su Ji to eat every day, basically eating with her father-in-law, and she would take care of her father-in-law during meals.
Feng Yifan felt that there must be a story between the two elderly people, his father-in-law and Liu Wanhua.