After watching Su Liancheng leave, Su Jinrong slowly turned his head and glanced into the small restaurant. He caught a glimpse of his son-in-law's back as he walked towards the kitchen. He was still confident that he could keep the old Su's plaque.
The sudden arrival of his nephew still gave Su Jinrong some different thoughts.
Was it sent by Su Lanxin
Are you here on purpose to find out about Su Ji's current craftsmanship
Are you planning to find a way to deal with Su Ji’s current craftsmanship
Or do you want to see if Su Ji is no longer able to do it
There were many thoughts churning in his mind, but Su Jinrong was not very angry at this moment. Instead, he was very calm.
After the stroke, although Su Jinrong had difficulty moving and speaking, his brain was unusually active.
During this period, through constant self-reflection, Su Jinrong also realized some of his own problems.
Perhaps before his son-in-law Feng Yifan came back, Su Jinrong still had a desire to compete with his sister.
A kind of resentment towards his sister, thinking that even if he risked his life, he would not let his sister get this old plaque passed down from his ancestors.
But ever since Feng Yifan came back, after spending the past two and a half days together, Su Jinrong's resentment suddenly faded a lot, and he watched his daughter and son-in-law busy every day.
Especially with the help of the son-in-law, Su Ji, this old small restaurant, not only resumed business.
In addition to the original old customers, the restaurant also attracted a lot of new diners, which really made Su Jinrong look at his son-in-law with admiration.
What benefits Su Jinrong the most is his son-in-law's attitude towards life.
He is no longer the young man who only pursues profit and has a strong utilitarianism. He exudes the flavor of a great man.
He was able to close the shop during the busiest time of the Old Street Night Market just to take his wife, daughter, and Su Jinrong, an old man who couldn't even stand up, to the night market.
Just for this point, Su Jinrong also admitted that if he were in his place, he might not be able to make up his mind to do it.
You know, Su Ji has just resumed business, and now the night market is the busiest time for business in the old street.
But Feng Yifan was able to leave the money unearned and closed the shop in an extremely willful manner, then took his family out to the night market.
Su Jinrong suffered hemiplegia due to a stroke, but he is not stupid. When he sees the smiles on his daughter and granddaughter's faces, he feels much happier. Last night he seriously thought about the past for the first time in many years.
After thinking about it carefully, Su Jinrong suddenly realized that he had always thought that Feng Yifan was only interested in profit.
But isn't he the same
Last night, when Su Jinrong was lying in bed thinking about the past, he suddenly realized that the happiest time for him was the time when his family went to the night market together last night.
For the rest of Su Jinrong's life, he spent almost all his time in Su Ji's kitchen.
So after reflecting on it last night, Su Jinrong seemed to have untied the knot in his heart all of a sudden.
Just now, Su Jinrong met his sister's son, who bowed to him and came close to him and called him "uncle".
Before, Su Jinrong might have been very excited, but now he was very calm and was just analyzing the other party's true intentions in his mind.
At the end of the analysis, Su Jinrong naturally thought of his son-in-law. Thinking of the words his nephew said before he left, the corners of his stiff mouth twitched slightly, and his heart was full of trust in his son-in-law.
After Su Liancheng led his secretary out of the old street and got into the car, Su Liancheng warned the secretary who was driving very directly.
"Don't tell my mom about coming to Su Ji for dinner when you get home."
The secretary naturally nodded and agreed: "I know, Mr. Su."
After a pause and starting the car, the secretary couldn't help but ask, "Boss Su, is your uncle's son-in-law's cooking skills really as good as you said in the small restaurant?"
The secretary's question clearly revealed some disbelief, and he was not very optimistic about Feng Yifan's craftsmanship.
Su Liancheng, who was sitting in the car, sighed and said, "I'm afraid the evaluation is even higher than what I gave. My cousin's husband may be a real master."
The secretary was shocked when he heard this. After thinking for a while, he asked in a low voice: "Could it be that..."
The secretary said half of the sentence and did not dare to say the rest.
But Su Liancheng knew what the secretary meant, and said seriously: "I can tell you responsibly that even if my dad comes, fried rice and Yi Fu noodles alone are definitely not comparable."
The secretary was completely shocked. He knew very well that the father of this young Mr. Su was the head chef of a chain restaurant under the catering group.
It can be said that the selection and training of chefs in chain restaurants around the world, as well as the launch of every dish, are all overseen by Mr. Su’s father.
The secretary also knew that Su Liancheng's father was said to be the senior brother of the boss of Su Ji who had suffered a stroke.
He is a top chef who truly learned from the former chef of Su Ji and was a true master who participated in state banquets.
But Su Liancheng actually said that even if his father came in person, his fried rice and Yi Fu noodles would definitely not be as good as those of the son-in-law who is now the chef at Su Ji
Seeing the secretary fall silent, Su Liancheng probably knew what the secretary was thinking, and said in a deep voice: "You must find it incredible? Or do you think I am exaggerating?"
The secretary did not hide anything and nodded and told the truth: "Yes, Mr. Su, do you really think your father can't compare?"
Su Liancheng smiled and said, "Do you know how the fried rice with broken gold in our chain restaurants is made?"
The secretary naturally shook his head, because he was just Su Liancheng's personal secretary and had never been in the kitchen of a chain restaurant, let alone learned how to make fried rice.
Su Liancheng sighed and continued, "For our fried rice, we fry the eggs first and then add the rice in to stir-fry. Because we can't control the degree of coagulation of the egg flocs, we can only let the egg flocs set first."
The secretary felt a little dizzy after hearing this. In the secretary's mind, she has always admired Mr. Su and his family.
Su Liancheng's parents started from scratch and founded what is now a multinational catering group, with chain restaurants spread all over the world.
What impressed the secretary the most was that Su Liancheng's father made some changes to oriental dishes, making them full of Eastern and Western aesthetics, and comparable to Western dishes in terms of artistic beauty.
In the secretary's opinion, Su Liancheng's father is a top-notch master chef, and there are probably not many people in the country who can match him.
But now, after listening to Su Liancheng's evaluation of Feng Yifan, the secretary just couldn't accept that a cook who looked only in his thirties could surpass Su Liancheng's father in cooking skills.
Fortunately, Su Liancheng added: "Although his fried rice and Yi Fu noodles are indeed excellent, these two alone should not be enough to threaten us."
This made the secretary feel much better, and a smile returned to her face: "That's for sure, so President Su, you don't have to worry."
Su Liancheng did not respond. He leaned back in the back seat with his eyes closed, as if he was still savoring the taste of the bowl of chicken soup Yi Fu noodles.
The secretary drove quietly to their real destination today, Fujinglou, a very famous restaurant in Huaicheng.