Su Ji closed on time at 9:30 in the evening. In fact, Su Ruoxi calculated the time accurately and stopped accepting new customers when it was close to 9 o'clock.
So at half past nine, Zhang Fenglin and his family were the last table of customers and closed the restaurant.
After clearing the table and briefly cleaning the restaurant, Feng Yifan sent off Yang Xiaoxi and Chen Yaofei's families. Then he sat down and had a good chat with his senior brother Zhang Fenglin and his family.
Zhang Xueping could finally sit face to face with his idol, and the big boy was still a little excited.
Feng Ruoruo decisively squeezed into her father's arms, asking her father to protect her.
Feng Yifan hugged his daughter and looked at Zhang Xueping who was still a little reserved and said, "Pingping, uncle, I still say the same thing. If you want to learn cooking, you can't just learn it on a whim. You must first understand the meaning of learning cooking. Then you must understand the difficulties of learning cooking.
Only after you understand these two points, can you decide whether or not to learn cooking, and only then can you really put your mindset in the right place. "
At this point, Feng Yifan waved to Lin Ruifeng: "Ruifeng, come here."
Lin Ruifeng, who was cleaning the restaurant, came to the master.
Feng Yifan grabbed his apprentice's hand and spread out his palm for Zhang Xueping to see.
When Zhang Xueping saw Lin Ruifeng's hands, he was really shocked, because there were all kinds of wounds on Lin Ruifeng's hands, most of which were knife wounds and scars from broken blisters.
Feng Yifan saw Zhang Xueping's shocked look and said, "Ruifeng has only been studying here for two months. As you can see, his hands have been covered with scars. This is the price he has to pay for helping me in the kitchen and cooking some dishes."
Zhang Xueping was really shocked. Perhaps he had never seen it this clearly before, but at this moment he realized how difficult it is to learn cooking.
Feng Yifan continued, "The pomegranate buns you guys are eating are actually made by Ruifeng himself. Do they taste good?"
Zhang Xueping immediately came to his senses and said, "Did Brother Ruifeng make that pomegranate bun? It tastes great. Brother Ruifeng, you are amazing."
After receiving such praise, Lin Ruifeng withdrew his hand and became a little embarrassed and modest.
"No, no, actually the ingredients and seasonings are all controlled by the master. I just do it. The master is the one who is good at it. Now I can only help the master."
Liu Quan said at this time: "Junior brother, you have only been helping your uncle for two months, which shows that you are also very talented. Pomegranate buns are not a simple dish as they seem."
After receiving Liu Quan's praise, Lin Ruifeng became even more nervous. He stood there a little bit restless, and then he didn't know how to explain: "Really, it's really not something I can do alone. Most of the seasoning is done by the master. I just make the egg skin, cut the filling, and then wrap it."
Seeing Lin Ruifeng's nervous look, Feng Ruoruo walked out of her father's arms, raised her little hand and gave Uncle Xiaolin a thumbs up and said, "Uncle Xiaolin, you are great, you have to believe in yourself."
Feng Ruoruo's words made everyone laugh immediately, and everyone thought that the way the little girl encouraged Lin Ruifeng was particularly funny.
Xue Hua smiled and said, "Xiao Lin, look, Ruoruo has already said that you have to believe in yourself, so you should be more confident."
Zhang Xueping also said: "That's right, Brother Ruifeng, you have to be confident. You are the only disciple of my uncle now."
With everyone's encouragement, Lin Ruifeng gradually recovered from his previous nervousness. He turned his head to look at his master and saw his master's encouraging eyes. He took a deep breath and said, "Well, thank you for your encouragement. I will continue to work hard. Thank you Ruoruo too."
Then we talked about some things about cooking.
As we chatted, we naturally talked about the cooking competition at Fujing Building.
Talking about the competition, Zhang Xueping became excited again: "Uncle Master, why don't you participate? I think if you participate, you will definitely sweep all your opponents. Then you will be the king of the cooking competition."
Feng Yifan listened to Zhang Xueping's words and asked in surprise, "If I participate, how can others compete? If I am the only one who wins the championship, won't the competition become boring?"
Zhang Xueping didn't think so at all: "How could that be? I think it's more interesting that way."
At this moment, the adults present were a little surprised to hear Zhang Xueping speaking eloquently about how Feng Yifan won the victory with a crushing momentum.
Including Feng Yifan, everyone suddenly realized that their ideas were completely incompatible with those of a big boy like Zhang Xueping.
In Zhang Xueping's opinion, since Feng Yifan is very capable, he should show it directly.
How satisfying would it be to crush all opponents in the game
But now, the game is full of uncertainties.
The key point is that Zhang Xueping felt that each and every one of those participating in the competition was very weak, and it was meaningless to compare them.
"I think it's pointless to watch weaklings compete with each other. It's more interesting to let masters like you go and have a showdown. "
Hearing his son say this, Zhang Fenglin was so amused that he had to cough hard to remind his son: Your dad is also going to participate in that competition.
But after Zhang Fenglin coughed twice, his son didn't react at all.
Lu Cuiling couldn't stand it any longer and reminded him, "Hey, hey, kid, have you forgotten that your dad is also going to participate in that competition? Are you so sure that you don't have the strength to participate in the competition? Your dad will be very sad if you say that."
After Lu Cuiling's reminder, Zhang Xueping also reacted and suddenly remembered that his father also wanted to participate.
The older boy turned his head and glanced at his father's unhappy expression. Zhang Xueping smiled innocently and said, "Dad, you're not angry, are you? I wasn't talking about you just now."
Zhang Fenglin forced a smile and said, "It's okay, it's okay. We can talk about whether we are angry or not after we get home."
Hearing this, Zhang Xueping, who was naturally not stupid, understood that his father was going to be angry.
He quickly said to Zhang Maosheng: "Grandpa, you have to save me. Let me stay at your house tonight. When I go home, my dad will definitely take action."
Zhang Maosheng laughed happily when he heard his grandson's words: "Are you sure you want to live in grandpa's house?"
Zhang Xueping thought about it and was about to nod.
But his mother stopped him: "Pingping, you can't stay at grandpa's house today. You didn't bring your schoolbag with you, so you have to go to school tomorrow."
Then, Xue Huan assured her son: "Mom promises that Dad won't teach you a lesson when you go home tonight."
With his mother's assurance, Zhang Xueping immediately laughed, but the older boy still apologized to his father: "Dad, I'm sorry, I was just talking casually just now. With you participating, the competition will definitely be glorious. I think you will definitely win first place."
Naturally, Zhang Fenglin couldn't really get angry with his son, after all, he was still a middle school student.
In fact, when Zhang Xueping was his age, most middle school boys would be a little bit unremarkable, and they especially liked to show off in front of others.
Zhang Fenglin has also experienced this age, so he is still relatively tolerant towards his son.
"Okay, I won't hit you, but you have to remember, in the future when there are many people around, don't talk nonsense, don't interrupt casually, and listen to the elders instead of rushing to show off."
After being lectured by his father, Zhang Xueping nodded very seriously and agreed.
While everyone was chatting, Feng Ruoruo began to yawn in her father's arms.
Zhang Maosheng saw this and stood up and said, "Okay, our Ruoruo is already sleepy, let's go back too. Fenglin, aren't you guys going to visit me? Let's go, after visiting me, you can go back early, Pingping has to go to school tomorrow."
So, Zhang Maosheng's family got up, said goodbye to Su Ji's family and left.
Watching the group leave, Feng Ruoruo waved her little hand sleepily in her father's arms.
"Bye Grandpa Zhang, bye Uncle Zhang, bye Aunt, bye Brother, bye Uncle Liu."
Seeing the little girl looking weak, the Zhang family members waved goodbye to her with a smile.
Zhang Xueping wanted to pinch his sister's face, but his mother Xue Huan stopped him: "What are you doing? You are a boy, how can you pinch your sister's face casually? Go away and don't make trouble here."
Feng Ruoruo saw her brother reaching out his hand, and she also huddled into her father's arms, pouting and saying, "Brother, you bad boy, if you pinch Ruoruo's face, Ruoruo will ignore you in the future."
Zhang Xueping looked regretful, put his hands behind his back and said, "Okay, I'm sorry, I won't pinch you anymore."
Zhang Xueping then said goodbye to the Su Ji family and left with his parents, heading towards his grandfather's residence near the old street.
I saw Zhang Xueping following his grandfather Zhang Maosheng and talking to him all the way.
Zhang Fenglin and Xue Huan followed behind very respectfully.
Seeing the family leaving made Feng Yifan feel very comfortable, and he was also very happy that Uncle Zhang's family could reconcile.
Su Jinrong looked at the back and said, "Mr. Zhang, you should be happy and ease the relationship with your son."
Lu Cuiling smiled and said, "After all, we are a family. There is no grudge that cannot be resolved. Many things can be solved by talking it out. Old Zhang now has his grandson by his side. I'm afraid he will be so happy that he can't sleep tonight, right?"
Feng Yifan agreed with his mother's words: "Mom is right. Uncle Zhang will definitely be very happy tonight."
Su Ruoxi glanced at her daughter in her husband's arms and found that her daughter was already lying in her father's arms and was about to fall asleep. She quickly said, "Okay, let's go in quickly and see that your daughter is almost asleep. Mom and I will take her upstairs to wash and sleep, and you should also clean up quickly."
Hearing this, Feng Yifan looked down at his daughter and found that she was indeed beginning to become dazed in his arms.
"Ruoruo, you go upstairs with mom and grandma to wash up. Dad and Uncle Xiaolin will clean the restaurant and then go upstairs, okay?"
Feng Ruoruo replied dazedly: "Yeah."
After responding, the little girl also knew to reach out to her mother and enter her mother's arms.
Su Ruoxi took her daughter in her arms and went upstairs with her mother-in-law.
Feng Yifan pushed his father-in-law's wheelchair back into the restaurant. Lin Ruifeng took the initiative to help close the first wooden door of the restaurant, piece by piece, and closed the door outside the restaurant first.
Afterwards, Feng Yifan and his apprentice began to clean the restaurant.
While the master and apprentice were cleaning, Su Jinrong turned around and saw the qualification certificate that Feng Yifan had placed on the cash register.
Seeing the foreign certificate, Su Jinrong asked, "That five-star certificate, was it you who got it abroad?"
Feng Yifan responded as he cleaned: "Yes, that might be the only thing I gained from my five years abroad."
Su Jinrong nodded and said, "Well, very good, I was not wrong about you."
Feng Yifan raised his head and looked at his father-in-law, smiled and said, "Thank you, Dad, but I think that in fact, our cuisine is very different from that of foreign countries in many aspects. Some things can be learned from each other, but some things cannot be learned. It is better to keep our own."
Su Jinrong nodded: "Different cultures."
Lin Ruifeng, who was cleaning, suddenly asked, "Master, that five-star chef is equivalent to what level of chef in our country?"
Feng Yifan smiled and said: "You can't compare China and foreign countries. China usually has a national professional certification agency that specializes in assessing chefs.
In foreign countries, this star is actually awarded by a private catering organization company that specializes in random sampling and evaluation.
My five stars do not mean five stars, but that I have received five stars. "
Lin Ruifeng was also a little surprised when he heard this: "Master, if you can get five stars, does that mean you are very powerful?"
Feng Yifan smiled and responded: "It's OK, but I know someone who has received seven stars."
Lin Ruifeng was even more surprised: "Has anyone else received seven stars? Is that so amazing?"
Feng Yifan nodded: "Yes, many times we think we are the best, because there are actually many people who are stronger than you, but they may not show it.
Therefore, we should always be motivated and not be complacent in our work. "
Lin Ruifeng nodded heavily: "Yes, Master, I will work hard."
The master and the apprentice quickly cleaned the restaurant together. When they went to the kitchen, they saw that the kitchen had already been cleaned by Zhao Daxia.
Feng Yifan then remembered that he had not yet given Zhao Daxia the money for today.
He quickly went to the cashier in front to get the money and handed it to Zhao Daxia: "I'm so sorry, Sister Zhao, I was so busy chatting with my old neighbor that I forgot about you."
Zhao Daxia took the money, put it away and said, "It's okay, I do this, so it's okay to wait a while."
Feng Yifan glanced at the time and said, "Sister, is it okay for you to go back alone so late?"
Zhao Daxia smiled and said, "Why not? At my age, am I still afraid of meeting someone? Besides, the lights are on outside at night, it's very safe, I'm leaving now."
Feng Yifan then escorted Zhao Daxia out the door and stood in the alley behind, watching her leave with a flashlight.
After seeing Zhao Daxia off, Lin Ruifeng was also sent back through the back door.
Feng Yifan locked the bathroom door, locked the door to the restaurant's back kitchen, and carefully checked the water and gas valves in the kitchen. Then he went back to the restaurant, locked the door, and turned off the lights. He carried his father-in-law upstairs and helped him wash and go to bed.