Feng Yifan politely refused, but Zhang Xueping didn't quite understand. He didn't even ask his father again and started begging directly.
"Uncle Master, I will really study hard. I am not doing this on a whim, nor am I trying to be cool. I just think I can learn a lot from you."
Feng Yifan then asked: "Then why don't you want to learn from your father?"
When asked this, Zhang Xueping turned his head and looked at his father.
When Zhang Xueping was hesitant, a young customer in the restaurant said, "Boss, do you even need to ask this? He must think his father is not as capable as you."
Then some other diners started to make a fuss as well.
"Yes, Chef Feng, you are the best."
"Yeah, I think so too. Chef Feng is definitely better. If we want to learn, we should learn from the best."
"They all call you Uncle Master, so Chef Feng, please accept their child."
Facing the booing of diners in the restaurant and Zhang Xueping's expectant look.
Feng Yifan still asked him very calmly: "I want to hear your answer. Do you have the same idea as everyone here? Do you think I am better than your father?"
Zhang Xueping was a child after all, and under Feng Yifan's repeated questioning, he still said affirmatively: "Yes, I just think that you, uncle, are more powerful."
Feng Yifan nodded and said directly: "If that's the case, then you definitely don't want to learn cooking properly."
After hearing Feng Yifan's conclusion, not to mention Zhang Xueping, even the young diners in the restaurant who had been making a fuss earlier were all very puzzled. Why did Feng Yifan come to such a conclusion
However, most of the older diners in the restaurant understood the meaning of Feng Yifan's conclusion.
Zhang Xueping hesitated for a moment and said, "Uncle Master, what makes you say that I don't want to study hard?"
Feng Yifan took two steps towards Zhang Xueping, bent down, lowered his head and stared into Zhang Xueping's eyes. His sharp eyes even made Zhang Xueping a little scared.
After watching for a while, Feng Yifan said, "Because you think I am better than your father, that's why you want to learn from me. The fundamental reason is that you think learning from me can satisfy you to show your uniqueness in front of your classmates and those who have watched my videos.
Then you can claim to be my apprentice, gain the envy of your classmates, the video viewers, and even the young diners in my restaurant, and gain psychological satisfaction.”
Feng Yifan's words stunned Zhang Xueping.
The young diners in the restaurant who had been making a fuss earlier now found these words very offensive.
And the young diner finally understood why Feng Yifan came to the conclusion and refused to teach Zhang Xueping.
Feng Yifan looked at the older boy and saw a look of confusion and strong unwillingness to accept the result.
He reached out and patted the boy on the shoulder, and said very seriously: "If you want to learn cooking and really want to be a better cook than me and your father, then you should not choose a great teacher first. You should first understand where a chef should start."
Looking at Zhang Xueping seriously, Feng Yifan continued, "Son, don't be fooled by those fancy things. If you really want to learn, you can go to your father's restaurant starting tomorrow and watch your father work in the kitchen every day."
Zhang Fenglin stood aside and watched Feng Yifan teach his son.
As a father, at this moment Zhang Fenglin felt not only shocked but also grateful to Feng Yifan.
After all, as a father, Zhang Fenglin is quite doting on his son.
That is why when his son clearly expressed that he wanted to learn cooking from Feng Yifan, and even said that he thought his son was not as good as Feng Yifan, he still used his eyes to send a signal of request to Feng Yifan.
Zhang Fenglin didn't want to disappoint his son, and he didn't even care about his son's belittlement of him.
After listening to Feng Yifan's teachings, Zhang Fenglin reflected on himself and discovered the problems caused by doting on his son.
If Feng Yifan agreed to Zhang Xueping today, then maybe one day in the future, Zhang Xueping would also take a similar path as Zhang Fenglin did back then.
Because Zhang Xueping is learning cooking from Feng Yifan, he might become complacent, use Feng Yifan's name to show off, or even go down the path of fraud.
When that time really comes, it will probably be too late for Zhang Fenglin to regret.
So Zhang Fenglin was grateful to Feng Yifan at this moment.
Just as Feng Yifan told Zhang Xueping, if he really wanted to learn cooking and was interested in cooking, he should first go to Zhang Fenglin's store and take a close look at the kitchen every day.
You don’t have to learn, just stand aside and watch how hard work is in the kitchen every day.
After understanding the hard work and boredom of working in the kitchen, I can still maintain my desire to learn cooking.
At that time, Zhang Xueping might not have begged to take Feng Yifan as his master.
Because when it comes to cooking, the first thing is to practice the basic skills well, and to practice the basic skills, you don’t need to choose a famous chef as your master, but you need to work hard on your own and be able to endure hardships.
Zhang Xueping felt a little disappointed because his idol was right in front of him, but he failed to become his apprentice.
Zhang Fenglin stepped forward and patted his son on the shoulder: "Okay, don't be discouraged. Your uncle is a master chef after all, a first-class chef, and a five-star chef from abroad. If you really want to learn cooking in the future, wait until you have graduated from your father's apprenticeship, and I will definitely let your uncle take you in."
Hearing his father say this, Zhang Xueping immediately perked up and looked at his father and asked, "Really?"
Zhang Fenglin smiled and rubbed his son's head. "Silly boy, when has your father ever lied to you? Just think of him as your uncle, the advanced master. Just like in the games you play, he is the ultimate boss in the level after the advancement."
Hearing his father say this, Zhang Xueping said happily: "Dad, you are really getting more and more fashionable. You even know the level advancement and the ultimate boss?"
When Xue Huan saw the father and son talking and laughing, she secretly felt relieved.
After all, mothers spend more time with their sons, so they understand their sons' personalities better.
Zhang Xueping's personality is sometimes a little extreme.
So after Feng Yifan refused, Xue Huan was a little worried that her son might make a scene in the restaurant and end up embarrassing everyone.
Fortunately, Feng Yifan is really a good teacher. He can explain the big principles in a simple way.
In addition, Zhang Fenglin had an intimate interaction with his son using things his son liked, and the atmosphere suddenly became lively.
Feng Yifan also smiled and said: "Well, since you all regard me as the ultimate BOSS, I am looking forward to the day when you, Zhang Xueping, can defeat me, the great devil."
Zhang Xueping also smiled and looked at Feng Yifan and said, "Okay, uncle, we have a deal. I will definitely work hard and defeat you in the future."
Some of the older diners in the restaurant applauded and praised when they heard this.
"Well, the boss is really a good teacher."
"Chef Feng is not only a great cook, but also very knowledgeable about educating children."
“Hehehe, if you regard Chef Feng as the ultimate boss, the big devil, I’m afraid it will be a bit difficult for you to clear this level.”
"Come on, young man. Where there is a will, there is a way. Everything depends on human effort."
"Try your best. We look forward to your victory over the ultimate devil."
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Although most people do not believe that Zhang Xueping will be able to defeat Feng Yifan one day, he is still a child after all, so he should be given enough encouragement.
Zhang Xueping was naturally very happy and turned around to bow and thank everyone.
After all this, Feng Yifan found that the chicken porridge was a little cold, so he brought it in and heated it up.
It was sent back again, along with dinner for the family.
When Feng Ruoruo saw the dinner her father prepared for her, she was naturally very happy, because her dinner with Yang Xiaoxi and Chen Yaofei was different from everyone else's.
The three little girls had omelette rice specially made by their father for dinner.
Not only is it an egg pancake wrapped with rice, but the fried rice specially cooked by my father inside is also very unique.
When Zhang Xueping saw the small omelette rice on the plates of the three little girls, his eyes lit up and he looked a little envious.
Of course, apart from Zhang Xueping, it seemed that no diner in the restaurant was not envious.
Especially when the three little girls used spoons to break open the egg buns and the fragrant fried rice appeared inside, it made everyone salivate and wanted to taste it.
However, this is given by father to his daughter, so outsiders definitely cannot taste it.
Not to mention Zhang Xueping and the diners, even the adults from the three families couldn't eat the omelette rice that the three girls had.
When Feng Yifan cooked for the three little girls, he added a variety of vegetables, some beef mince, and some great mushrooms to the traditional chicken. He also reduced the amount of rice and filled it with more vegetables, meat, and mushrooms.
In this way, the omelette rice for the three little girls is not only delicious but also nutritionally balanced.
Zhang Maosheng saw his eldest grandson staring at the little girls' omelette rice and gently tapped the large bowl of chicken porridge.
"Pingping, try this porridge, it tastes pretty good too."
Zhang Xueping turned around rather unwillingly, took a look at the porridge in the big bowl, and couldn't help muttering, "Isn't it just plain porridge? What's so special about it?"
Zhang Maosheng served a small bowl to his grandson, placed it in front of him and said, "Come, try it."
Although Zhang Xueping was not very happy, he finally took it. He scooped up a small spoonful with the spoon, looked at it carefully in front of him, and finally put the small spoonful of porridge into his mouth.
When this small spoonful of porridge entered his mouth, Zhang Xueping was instantly surprised by the taste of the chicken porridge.
Then he chewed the porridge slowly. The delicate texture that looked like rice grains surprised Zhang Xueping again.
After taking a bite, Zhang Xueping almost didn't hesitate any more and quickly ate it bite by bite. He quickly finished a small bowl and then served himself another bowl.
After serving, Zhang Xueping looked at his grandfather and asked, "Grandpa, this porridge is not white porridge?"
Zhang Maosheng smiled and said, "Of course it's not white porridge, this is called chicken porridge."
Zhang Xueping was a little surprised: "Chicken porridge? Is it made from chicken soup?"
Zhang Maosheng nodded: "Yes, it's made of chicken soup, and there's chicken."
Zhang Xueping was even more puzzled: "Is there any more chicken?"
After taking two bites of the porridge, Zhang Xueping asked curiously, "You didn't get to eat the chicken?"
Zhang Maosheng laughed immediately: "Hahaha, every bite you eat is chicken. Don't you realize that the rice grains in the porridge are not actually rice grains?"
Zhang Xueping scooped up a spoonful and looked at it carefully, then he suddenly thought of something.
"Grandpa, you mean, these rice grains, they're made of chicken?"
Seeing that his eldest grandson understood, Zhang Maosheng nodded and said, "Yes, this chicken porridge is made by turning the chicken breast into flowing chicken wool, and then cooking it in chicken soup until it becomes like rice grains, and finally making porridge."
Zhang Xueping quickly took two more bites and said, "This is amazing. I really thought it was just a grain of rice."
Zhang Maosheng continued, "This is the power of chicken porridge. It completely breaks down the fibers of the chicken and reassembles them in another way."
At this point, Zhang Maosheng picked up a remaining pomegranate bun that was already a little cold and put it into his grandson's bowl.
"Like this, wrap the pomegranate in the chicken porridge and warm it up, then you can eat it together, it tastes great."
There were two pomegranate buns left. Zhang Maosheng picked one for his eldest grandson and put the remaining one into his own bowl.
Zhang Xueping had previous experience and knew that his grandfather's method would definitely taste good, so he followed his grandfather's example and soaked the pomegranates in chicken porridge first.
Then he imitated his grandfather and picked up the pomegranate bag with chopsticks.
The pomegranate bun was already covered with chicken porridge, so I put it to my mouth and took a bite.
When you bite into the pomegranate bun dipped in chicken porridge, the soup inside the bun will soon appear and go into your mouth together with the chicken porridge outside. Add the egg skin and the filling, and a complex flavor instantly explodes in your mouth.
What Zhang Xueping tasted was a truly delicious flavor, as if he was eating the entire life of a chicken at that moment.
Eggs, chicken porridge, some chicken in the filling, and two kinds of chicken soup, this complex taste really made Zhang Xueping feel as if his tongue was blooming.
The wonderful taste is simply irresistible.
The grandfather and grandson looked very similar and they devoured the chicken porridge and pomegranate buns in their bowls with relish.
After eating everything together, they leaned back in their chairs and sighed. This moment was truly very relaxing.
Seeing the appearance of the grandfather and grandson, Zhang Fenglin and his wife smiled at each other. At this moment, the couple felt that the grandfather and grandson really looked too similar, and this resemblance was really very interesting.
After enjoying the meal for a while, Zhang Xueping turned his head to look at the three little girls who were eating omelette rice. Suddenly, he couldn't help but say to the little girls, "The pomegranate buns I just ate with chicken porridge tasted very, very delicious, definitely better than your omelette rice."
Originally, Zhang Xueping wanted to show off in front of his three younger sisters.
But Feng Ruoruo raised her head and said, "Everything my father cooks is delicious."
This one sentence left Zhang Xueping speechless.
The diners at the neighboring table laughed and said, "Hahaha, what's wrong? You're showing off to that little girl, but what you're eating is made by her father. If she wants to eat it, doesn't her father make it for her in just a few minutes?"
After hearing this, Zhang Xueping's face instantly turned red. He lowered his head and was unable to speak for a long time.