Seeing his daughter coming in, Feng Yifan poured a large spoonful of boiling water onto the noodles in the basin and said, "Dad, this is called hot noodles."
Feng Ruoruo was surprised when she saw her father pouring a large spoonful of boiling water directly into the basin. "Oh, Dad, it's so hot. Be careful."
The little girl was worried about her father, but when she saw her father pouring boiling water into the basin, she became very curious.
Seeing her father pour another large spoonful of boiling water into the pot, the little girl opened her eyes wide and was very surprised, but she didn't dare to get close.
Feng Yifan took a close look at the burned noodles and confirmed that they were ready, so he turned off the stove.
Then use chopsticks to stir the noodles in the bowl until it becomes floc-like, then turn it upside down on the chopping board and pour out all the noodles.
Seeing that her father had turned off the fire, Feng Ruoruo finally dared to go to her father to take a look.
Seeing the floc-like batter being poured onto the chopping board by her father, the little girl couldn't help but stretch out her little hand, wanting to touch the batter, and wanted to tear off a small piece to play with.
However, Feng Yifan quickly held down his daughter's hand and said, "This is very hot. You can't play with it now."
While stopping his daughter, Feng Yifan immediately started kneading the dough.
Feng Ruoruo saw her father rubbing it directly with his hands, and her little face was full of surprise: "Ah, Dad, it's so hot, you have to be careful, you can wait until it cools down before doing it."
Feng Yifan quickly rubbed the dough with his palms as if he was rubbing clothes, and said to his daughter with a smile: "It's okay, Daddy's hands are not afraid of being burned. And you see, Daddy rubs it with his left hand and then with his right hand, so he won't get burned."
Feng Ruoruo watched her father carefully and found that he was rubbing the dough with both hands alternately, and it seemed that the dough was not hot at all.
Feng Yifan then scooped another spoonful of lard and put it into the dough and kneaded it together.
Finally, knead the dough into a very smooth consistency.
Feng Ruoruo watched the whole process from the side. When she saw her father kneading the dough until it was smooth, the little girl immediately said, "Dad, give Ruoruo a little bit."
Feng Yifan smiled, but still tore off a small piece and handed it to his daughter to play with.
Feng Ruoruo took the small dough in her hand and found that this dough was very different from the dough her father had given her before.
Feng Ruoruo kneaded the dough like her father had just done, and asked, "Dad, why is this dough different from the previous ones?"
Feng Yifan smiled and said, "Because this flour is different from the flour we used to eat, this flour is called Chengmian."
Feng Ruoruo nodded as if she understood, and continued to play with it next to her father.
But soon, the little girl saw something more interesting.
Dad rolled the kneaded dough into long strips, then pinched off a small piece and rolled it into a small ball. He placed a towel next to the chopping board and poured some oil on the towel.
Next, it was time for the little girl to witness a miracle.
Dad rubbed the knife on the towel, and used the oiled side of the knife to press down and flatten the small dough on the chopping board.
Then, Dad slowly pressed the dough with the knife and started to make circles.
After her father turned around, when he picked up the knife, Feng Ruoruo looked at it with surprise. The small dough was turned into a flat, thin dough by her father.
Dad scraped the dough off the chopping board with a knife, turned it over, and put the prepared filling in it.
Finally, it was wrapped into a bag that was flat on one side and bulging on the other, like a little goldfish.
Seeing her father finished wrapping, Feng Ruoruo immediately exclaimed: "Wow, this is so beautiful, Dad."
After Feng Yifan made some final adjustments, he placed the shrimp dumplings in a steamer lined with carrot slices: "This is called shrimp dumplings. They will be even more beautiful after being steamed."
Feng Ruoruo immediately said, "Dad, is this shrimp dumpling delicious?"
Feng Yifan continued to wipe the skin with it and said, "Of course it tastes good. When it's done, Ruoruo will know after trying it."
Feng Ruoruo looked at her father, who was really amazed as he used the knife to circle on the chopping board to make a round and thin skin.
Feng Yifan saw his daughter was surprised and smiled and said: "This is because Dad's knife is oily and smooth, and there is no oil on the chopping board, so the dough will stick to the chopping board, so Dad can turn the oily knife into a round and thin dough skin."
Feng Ruoruo didn't quite understand what she heard, but the little girl still gave her father a thumbs up and said, "Dad is awesome."
After some preparation, the shrimp dumplings were almost steamed. Feng Yifan then prepared a bowl of milk and vegetable porridge with milk, vegetables and refined rice, to be eaten as breakfast with the shrimp dumplings.
Everything was ready. Feng Yifan carried a large tray and led his daughter out of the kitchen.
"It's time to eat."
When walking out of the kitchen, Feng Ruoruo was the first to help her father shout.
Grandma and mom, who had been waiting for a while, immediately stood up and helped take the things off the tray.
While his mother and wife were arranging things, Feng Yifan quickly turned around and went upstairs, carrying his father-in-law down from upstairs after his wife had washed and changed his clothes.
I pushed my father-in-law to sit at the dining table. He was a little surprised when he saw the shrimp dumplings: "Oh? You made shrimp dumplings today?"
When Feng Ruoruo heard what her grandfather said, she immediately came to him and said, "Grandpa, these shrimp dumplings are great. It's so fun when dad makes them. The dough needs to be boiled in boiling water, and then dad doesn't use a stick, but a knife to press the skin out."
When the grandfather heard what his granddaughter said, he smiled and said, "Really? Then Dad is really amazing."
The little girl was naturally very happy to hear her grandfather say this.
Feng Yifan walked over to open the door and said, "Actually, Dad is not that great. What he made is just the basic skills of a chef. Shrimp dumplings are the basic course for dim sum chefs in Guangdong Province."
When my father-in-law heard this, he asked curiously, "How do you know how to make shrimp dumplings?"
Feng Yifan answered without hesitation: "I learned it from a Cantonese chef."
When the door of the restaurant was opened, the breakfast shop next door was already crowded with people. The Lin family was also very busy in the breakfast shop.
Feng Yifan also immediately helped to greet the guests and asked some guests who could not fit in the seats next door to eat at Su Ji.
Soon, several tables in front of Su Ji's door were occupied. Feng Yifan and his friends didn't care and continued to eat at a table near the inside.
Feng Ruoruo had been looking forward to it for a long time. When her father opened the steamer, the little girl immediately saw the pink and crystal clear shrimp dumplings inside and couldn't help but exclaimed again: "Wow, so beautiful."
The little girl's exclamation aroused the curiosity of many customers who had bought breakfast from the neighbors and came into Su Ji to eat.
A guest stretched his head to look towards Feng Yifan and his group.
I saw that the family was not eating pot stickers, soy milk and fried dough sticks, but instead the steamer was filled with crystal clear shrimp dumplings and bowls of white milk and vegetable porridge.
Although it looks very light, it makes people unable to resist appetite.
The person who had been looking for a long time couldn't help swallowing and asked, "Boss, where did you buy the food?"
Feng Ruoruo had just eaten a bite of shrimp dumplings from her father when she heard someone ask her where she bought them. After finishing her meal, the little girl immediately said, "These are not bought, these are made by my father for us."
Hearing the little girl's answer, the person sitting at the door eating breakfast quickly asked: "Do you sell breakfast too?"
Feng Ruoruo shook her head and said, "My father doesn't sell breakfast. He makes it for me, my mom, my grandma, and my grandpa."
The girl's answer made everyone a little disappointed, but no one minded. After all, through the promotion of the program of Fei Changzheng, most people know the existence of Su Ji.
We also learned that Su Ji’s current boss and chef is a very skilled cook.
So it is understandable that people prepare a very exquisite breakfast for their family.
The guests sat down again and continued to eat the breakfast prepared by the Lin family. Although they couldn't help but cast envious glances at the table inside, they still ate the pot stickers and soy milk with gusto.
The pot stickers from Lin’s breakfast shop are still considered a specialty.
Everyone ate their breakfast in Su Ji Restaurant in a very distinct manner.
This clear distinction was soon broken by old man Zhuang Daozhong, who rushed to Su Ji early in the morning.
When Zhuang Daozhong entered the restaurant, he was also shocked by the situation inside Su Ji. The restaurant had changed tables and a group of people were sitting there for breakfast, which almost made the old man think he had walked into the wrong door.
Fortunately, the old man heard Feng Ruoruo's laughter inside, and he looked inside over the person at the door to make sure he didn't enter the wrong door.
Walking around the people who were having breakfast at the door, Zhuang Daozhong went to the table where Feng Yifan and his friends were sitting.
Seeing that Mr. Zhuang had arrived so early, Feng Yifan and his family quickly got up.
Su Jinrong couldn't stand up, so he nodded to his uncle in his wheelchair and said, "Good morning, uncle. Why are you here so early?"
Feng Yifan immediately greeted: "Master uncle, you haven't had breakfast yet, right? Come and sit down and try my cooking. It may not be very authentic, Master uncle, please try it."
Zhuang Daozhong glanced down at the shrimp dumplings and milk and vegetable porridge on the table and couldn't help but find them very interesting.
"Isn't this a combination of Chinese and Western styles?"
Feng Ruoruo raised the small spoon in her hand and said, "Grandpa, my father's cooking is really delicious. You can make some and eat together."
Zhuang Daozhong looked at the little girl, a smile appeared on his face and he said, "Okay, then great-grandfather, sit down and try it too."
Feng Yifan immediately turned around and went to the kitchen to get new bowls and chopsticks for his uncle.
Old man Zhuang Daozhong was not polite. After taking the bowl and chopsticks, he immediately picked up a shrimp dumpling to eat.
I took a bite of the shrimp dumpling, chewed it carefully in my mouth, and savored the flavor of the shrimp dumpling.
After eating a shrimp dumpling, Zhuang Daozhong nodded and said, "Well, the shrimp dumpling is very authentic. The shrimp is very fresh. It is not mashed into a paste, but retains some granular texture. The bamboo shoots and fat are also just right."
Feng Ruoruo didn’t quite understand the professional things that her great-grandfather was talking about. When she saw her great-grandfather finish eating the shrimp dumplings, she immediately told him how great her father was.
"Great-grandfather, do you know? Dad doesn't use a stick to make this Pi Pi. He uses a knife to pat it on the board, and then grinds it, and then a Pi Pi comes out."
Zhuang Daozhong smiled and said, "It shows that your father knows a lot and can really make shrimp dumplings."
Feng Ruoruo continued, "Yes, Dad is really good. He is not afraid of the hot noodles and just kneads them with his hands."
Su Ruoxi felt a little embarrassed after hearing her daughter talking over there. She stopped her daughter and said, "Okay, great-grandfather has only listened to you and hasn't even eaten a few bites. You should eat quickly too. Eat first."
Zhuang Daozhong saw Su Ruoxi stopping the little girl and said with a smile, "It's okay. Great grandfather also likes to listen to Ruoruo."
Su Ruoxi said to Mr. Zhuang again: "Master Uncle, I'm so sorry. Ruoruo just likes to talk. If you listen to her, I'm afraid you won't be able to eat this breakfast."
Feng Ruoruo was scolded by her mother. The little girl pouted and said unhappily: "Mom, please don't say that to Ruoruo."
Lu Cuiling immediately coaxed her granddaughter: "Okay, don't let mommy say it, then let's eat our meal obediently, and we can talk after we finish eating, okay?"
With her grandmother's coaxing, the little girl finally ate her meal obediently.
Zhuang Daozhong also had breakfast with Su Ji's family.
Of course, such a family breakfast was envied by many people who came to Su Ji for breakfast.
Those crystal clear shrimp dumplings really make many people want to taste them.
It’s a pity that Feng Yifan made it clear that he didn’t want to sell it. He only made it for breakfast for his family, and Su Ji had no intention of selling breakfast.
Most of the diners now know that Su Ji’s restaurant has very strict rules, so if Feng Yifan says he won’t sell it, then it’s certain that no one will be able to eat it.
So everyone can only envy.
After breakfast, Lu Cuiling and Su Ruoxi, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, took the initiative to pack up their things and took Feng Ruoruo away.
The purpose was to free up the table so that Mr. Zhuang could state the purpose of his visit.
Zhuang Daozhong did not hide anything from the father-in-law and son-in-law, Su Jinrong and Feng Yifan. He stated his intention directly and told them the whole story.
"Jinrong, you should understand the importance of this Chinese cuisine selection, so I really hope that you, Su Ji, can join forces to fully present the Su Zao Banquet of that year."
Su made a banquet.
Hearing this name, Feng Yifan was a little surprised, and Su Jinrong's face changed instantly.
Zhuang Daozhong gently patted the back of Su Jinrong's hand and said, "Don't be nervous. I haven't seen that recipe. The reason I know about Su Zaoyan is that I accidentally saw a record when I was sorting out the royal food archives in Beijing about ten years ago."
Feng Yifan looked serious because he had no idea about this information, but when he thought about the cookbook his father-in-law took out, he could roughly guess what was going on.
Su Jinrong's expression eased a little, and he looked at his uncle and said, "I can't do it in this state."
Zhuang Daozhong said seriously: "So, I hope you can cooperate with Lan Xin. I believe that you, the Su family, should be able to recreate the Su Zao Banquet that was highly praised by the royal family."
Then, Zhuang Daozhong looked at Feng Yifan and said, "Yifan, I am here today to take advantage of my age. I hope you can compete with your aunt once. That is her knot. As long as you compete once, I believe she will untie that knot."
When Feng Yifan heard this, he did not give any immediate response, but looked at his father-in-law who was sitting there without saying a word.