The afternoon is a time when many people can have some free time to rest.
Like the old people sitting together in Su Ji.
Sip a cup of tea, try a snack, talk about the past, and recall a glorious moment.
When talking about the past, the elderly always have a lot to say. To young people, these stories sound like stories, but to the elderly, every story is their experience.
As they chatted, Liu Wanhua came up with something: "Jinrong, I still remember that your first apprentice was Maosheng's son, right?"
When this matter was mentioned, the atmosphere suddenly changed slightly.
Su Jinrong nodded in response and looked at Zhang Maosheng.
Zhang Maosheng, who had drunk a little wine at noon, had a ruddy face and was a little tipsy, but when Liu Wanhua mentioned this, he sobered up almost instantly.
After a moment of silence, Zhang Maosheng said, "Let's not talk about that bastard."
Perhaps only if Liu Wanhua said this would Zhang Maosheng not get angry or even turn hostile on the spot.
After hearing Zhang Maosheng's words, Liu Wanhua continued, "Maosheng, there are some things you can't avoid. You have to face them and find ways to solve the problems."
Zhang Maosheng's face gradually turned redder, and it was obvious that he was getting a little angry.
Su Jinrong suddenly said, "Xiao Zhang, not bad, you have learned some skills and become the head chef at Fujinglou."
Zhang Maosheng heard this and realized that he couldn't avoid this topic, so he said decisively: "He's not good at all. He learned a little and became arrogant. Now he's been kicked out of Fujinglou."
At this point, Zhang Maosheng finally couldn't hold back his anger anymore and blurted out what he had been holding back for years.
"I told him to study hard with Old Su, but he slacked off all day long. Not long after learning, he quit and even got angry with me and ran off to find his mother.
What happened? He became a dependent, but found the life unpleasant and went out to learn new skills from a master.
If he hadn't learned a solid foundation from Lao Su, would he have had the opportunity to become an apprentice again? Would he have been noticed by the chef of a big restaurant?"
Hearing this, Su Jinrong waved his hands: "That was his opportunity. He paid and worked hard for it."
Zhang Maosheng continued, "He learned something and was not convinced, so he came back to challenge me. He wanted to compete with me for a bowl of noodles and to criticize me."
Hearing this, Liu Wanhua said in a deep voice: "Maosheng, just say what you want to say, don't always say 'I'."
Zhang Maosheng immediately restrained himself: "I'm not a professional chef. If I lose, fine, I'll move out and give him the house. Can I live without him? Am I not living well now?"
Lu Cuiling had heard some related things from her son. Now, after hearing Zhang Maosheng tell it again, she felt that the father and son were actually quite alike.
"Mr. Zhang, don't you think your son has a similar temperament to you?"
Zhang Maosheng was stunned when he heard this.
Liu Wanhua said: "They look a lot like a pair of stubborn bulls."
Zhang Maosheng didn't care: "Anyway, he has been kicked out of Fujinglou now. I think this is what he deserves. He is showing off after learning something, but he doesn't study hard after becoming the head chef."
Su Jinrong said, "Fenglin is biased. He learned to grow fish, so he should make full use of his strengths."
Tang Zhuochen asked curiously, "Lao Su, what is the fish-eating technique that Lao Zhang's son learned?"
Zhang Maosheng immediately said, "He went to another place to learn from a master, and was later spotted by a chef who came from here, so he became his master and learned how to cook long fish. This is the famous long fish banquet in Huaicheng."
Tang Zhuochen was a little surprised when he heard this: "Lao Zhang, this is a great skill, it can be used anywhere."
Zhang Maosheng said with a straight face, "But he obviously learned how to cook long fish, but in the end he threw it all away in order to become a chef, and stayed in Fujing Building doing irrelevant things."
From Zhang Maosheng's words, one can still tell that he is very dissatisfied with his son.
But if you think about him carefully, it is not difficult to find that the old man still cares about his son.
Otherwise, how would he know what his son learned after he went to another place to become a disciple
How could he know that after his son became a head chef, he would abandon what he was best at
So even though he spoke harshly, it was obvious that Zhang Maosheng always paid attention to his son and understood his every move, which reflected a father's concern for his son.
Su Jinrong said, "If you don't practice your skills, you will regress."
Zhang Maosheng agreed: "Yes, that kid probably doesn't even know how to kill a fish now."
As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Yifan's voice rang out: "Uncle Zhang, it's been so many years since the incident. It's time to let go of the matter between you and Brother."
Zhang Maosheng raised his head and looked at Feng Yifan. He was stunned for a moment and said, "You just called him 'Senior Brother'? So you have met him before?"
Feng Yifan did not hide it: "I have encountered him many times in the farmers' market."
Zhang Maosheng continued, "How is that kid now? Still so arrogant? With his nose in the air, right?"
It's true, after hearing Zhang Maosheng's words, Feng Yifan couldn't help but think that it was quite vivid. When he first met Zhang Fenglin, the other party was really arrogant and had a lot of arrogance all over his body.
Perhaps Zhang Fenglin was indeed at the peak of his life at that time, and was the head chef of the most famous restaurant in Huaicheng.
When walking in the vegetable market, all the stall owners need to be respectful. Maybe he does the same in the kitchen as well. It has become a habit.
So in the subsequent encounters, even though they were no longer in Fujing Building, Zhang Fenglin still revealed a sense of arrogance.
Of course, the most recent time, Zhang Fenglin really restrained himself a lot.
Perhaps it was because his current restaurant was not doing very well, which made him realize that he was no longer the glorious chef he once was.
Seeing Feng Yifan remained silent, Zhang Maosheng sneered and said, "It seems that I was right?"
Feng Yifan felt helpless and didn't know how to continue.
Liu Wanhua helped smooth things over: "After all, he used to be the head chef of Fujinglou. It's normal for him to be a little arrogant. As a father, don't always look at people with tinted glasses."
Zhang Maosheng curled his lips and said, "What about now? Didn't he get kicked out of the house? This is the end of pride."
Lu Cuiling then spoke up, "Lao Zhang, if you say that, can I also say that about Yifan? He has been abroad for so many years and has achieved nothing. In the end, he has to come back to Su Ji. How can he face people?"
After hearing what his mother said, Feng Yifan was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
Zhang Maosheng quickly said, "Yifan is different. He has not given up his job as a chef, and his skills have not been lost. The dishes he cooks are still so good, and he does all the processes himself."
Feng Yifan smiled and added: "I don't have any manpower, do I?"
Before Zhang Maosheng could speak, Feng Yifan said, "Although Su Ji is a time-honored brand, we have always been a private chef, and we can't compare to the large-scale dishes in big hotels. The chef there really can't do it alone."
When Zhang Maosheng heard this, he suddenly figured out what was going on and seemed to understand why today's topic would extend to himself and his son.
"Yifan, tell me the truth, did Zhang Fenglin come to you? He wants you to say something good about him and then get back together with me? He wants us to have a loving father and filial son and a harmonious family, right?"
Feng Yifan saw that Zhang Maosheng understood, and said with a smile: "Uncle Zhang, it's been so many years since the incident happened, and my father doesn't mind it anymore. Can you forgive him too?"
Zhang Maosheng said directly: "You want me to forgive him? No way. Now he's in trouble and down and out, and he thinks of me. What? You want me to go to his house and apologize to him?"
After hearing what Zhang Maosheng said, the elderly people present naturally understood the meaning of it.
It’s not that the old man is unwilling to forgive his son, but he wants his son to come and apologize to give the old man a way out.
The old men understood and exchanged glances with each other.
Lu Cuiling said directly: "If you make a mistake, you should admit it. If you want to be forgiven, you must show enough sincerity. What's more, it was your son who made the mistake, so you should take the initiative to admit it."
In fact, Feng Yifan could understand what Zhang Maosheng meant without his mother's reminder, but he still pretended to be confused.
Liu Wanhua added, "Okay, okay, this is all my fault. I shouldn't have mentioned it. Let's put it aside for now. Let the father and son solve their own problems."
At this point, Liu Wanhua picked up the cakes on the table and said, "Let's eat Yifan's cakes."
Feng Yifan smiled and quickly served him another small dish: "Uncle Zhang, don't be angry. Come and have some snacks and drink some tea."
Zhang Maosheng looked stern on the surface, but his hand still reached out to the pastries on the plate.
After the pastries were served, Feng Yifan turned around and went back to the kitchen.
At this time, Su Ruoxi was in the kitchen, making desserts according to the method her husband told her, so that her daughter could have delicious desserts when she came back from kindergarten.
Seeing her husband coming back, Su Ruoxi put down what she was holding and said, "Look, is this okay?"
Feng Yifan came to his senses, walked to his wife's side, looked at the shape his wife had made, and said with a smile: "It's OK, my wife did a great job, I didn't expect my wife is really talented."
Su Ruoxi received her husband's praise and immediately raised her chin proudly: "Of course, I'm awesome."
Feng Yifan reached out, held his wife's hand, and continued to make some detailed adjustments.
Makes the dessert look better.
When her husband put the dessert into the oven, Su Ruoxi asked curiously, "What were you doing outside just now? Why did you stay out for so long? I seemed to hear Uncle Zhang getting angry?"
Feng Yifan smiled and replied: "Nothing, isn't it just a matter between Uncle Zhang and Zhang Fenglin, father and son?"
Su Ruoxi thought for a moment and said, "I think Zhang Fenglin needs to apologize to Uncle Zhang for this matter. It was clearly his fault."
Feng Yifan nodded: "Indeed, he should be the one to apologize. I will talk to him about this later."
Su Ruoxi then asked, "You are so concerned, do you want him to participate in Aunt's cooking competition?"
Feng Yifan smiled and said, "I think if he knows, he will definitely go. Besides, I heard from my father that he has seriously learned the long fish banquet, so he should also go and participate. Maybe he can turn things around."
Su Ruoxi thought for a moment and asked, "If he turns over, maybe he will be the same as before?"
Feng Yifan smiled slightly: "That's not something we can control. I always believe that people with ability should be a little proud, but they have to grasp the right degree."
Su Ruoxi looked at her husband and asked, "Are you also very proud?"
Feng Yifan nodded: "Of course I am proud. My cooking is great, and I have such a good wife and such a well-behaved daughter. I am very proud."
Su Ruoxi was delighted and said to her husband coquettishly, "Just show off."
The couple slowly approached each other, their lips almost touching, when they heard a noise coming from the oven.
Then the couple rushed to the oven.
I opened the oven and took the things out, only to find that the surface of the bread was burnt and the top had exploded.
When Su Ruoxi saw this, she immediately said angrily, "Look, it's all your fault. You over-roasted it, didn't you? Look, it's all exploded. How can I feed it to Ruoruo?"
Feng Yifan also looked helpless, then he took a look at the temperature of the oven and suddenly felt even more helpless.
"You set the temperature too high."
Su Ruoxi came to her senses instantly and looked at the temperature of the oven. Sure enough, the temperature was set too high.
Seeing this scene, Su Ruoxi felt a little embarrassed.
After thinking for a while, she pouted and said, "It's still your fault. You said you were chatting with the old people outside and didn't care about me. If you had come in earlier and helped me check it, wouldn't there be no mistakes?"
Seeing his wife's "making unreasonable arguments", Feng Yifan couldn't help but laugh.
Suddenly I realized that my wife was really cute at this moment.
She wasn't like the quiet and gentle look she had when she greeted guests in a restaurant. She wasn't like the gentle mother she had shown in front of Ruoruo. She wasn't like the mature and steady look she had shown in front of her parents.
At this moment, Su Ruoxi was like a little girl, who would make some specious arguments to make her husband admit his mistake.
Feng Yifan put his arm around his wife's waist and said with a smile, "Okay, it's all my fault. How could my wife be wrong? So should we do it again?"
Su Ruoxi nodded immediately: "Of course I have to make it, otherwise what will Ruoruo eat when she comes back?"
Feng Yifan first cleaned the baking tray and the mold inside it.
Here, Su Ruoxi carefully carried out the preliminary preparation of the dessert according to the ratio table. Every step was very strict, following the fixed quantities, and all had to be checked on a small electronic scale.
After some effort, I finally prepared the batter for baking the cake again.
This time, Feng Yifan adjusted the oven temperature and helped his wife preheat it.
After that, he walked behind his wife, put his arms around her, held her hand, and then led her to do it hand in hand. Pour the batter into the mold and smooth the mold mouth.
After all the batter was poured, Feng Yifan personally put the cake made by his wife into the oven.
Su Ruoxi waited for her husband to press the button and turned around, then immediately said, "If it gets ruined again this time, it's your responsibility. It's all your fault."
Seeing his wife playing tricks, Feng Yifan laughed and nodded: "Okay, if you do something wrong, it's all my responsibility, okay."