Feng Yifan ignored Su Liancheng's coming and going. He was still busy in the kitchen. As lunch time approached, the small restaurant began to become extremely lively, and the kitchen naturally became busy as well.
Fried rice and noodles don’t take long to prepare like various stir-fried dishes, and are very suitable for eating at noon when you are in a hurry.
Therefore, Su Ji resumed serving only fried rice and noodles at noon, which naturally attracted many shop owners on the old street to come and eat.
For these bosses on the old street, the most unforgettable thing about Su Ji is their fried rice and noodles.
Not only is it filling, but it’s also very delicious.
Seeing that more and more people were coming to the restaurant, Su Ruoxi quickly ran into the kitchen. When she saw her husband busy at the stove, she suddenly felt distressed.
"There are quite a lot of people outside. Why don't you take a break? You are the only one busy. I can talk to the people outside and tell them that we are running low on ingredients. So we will stop selling here today?"
Feng Yifan wiped the sweat from his forehead and turned to look at his wife who was standing opposite the cooking table.
From the anxious look in his wife's eyes, he could see how distressed she was about her current situation.
This made Feng Yifan feel very surprised.
His body, which was originally exhausted from being busy, seemed to be full of energy all of a sudden. Feng Yifan quickly said, "It's okay, I can handle it by myself. I have been through more situations than others over the years. Don't worry."
This sentence is really not meant to comfort my wife.
After the incident at Su Ji in his previous life, Feng Yifan was obsessed with revenge against his wife and aunt, and he really went through too much suffering.
Especially in order to hone my cooking skills, I have had to undergo devilish training many times, running a restaurant on my own at home or abroad.
The purpose is to use strong pressure to stimulate the body's potential, so that one can transform and grow again and again.
Compared with some experiences in his previous life, the people who came to Su Ji at noon today were just a small scene for Feng Yifan.
Then, under Su Ruoxi's gaze, Feng Yifan turned on several other stoves on the stove.
Su Ruoxi watched in shock as her husband operated several stoves at the same time. He no longer used an iron spoon, but instead controlled several pots with both hands, frying rice and cooking noodles back and forth.
It is very easy to prepare plate after plate of fried rice and at the same time serve the cooked noodles into bowls.
Four plates of fried rice were served at once, plus two bowls of Yi Fu noodles with different soup bases. Su Ruoxi felt as if her husband had appeared to her ghost.
After finishing, Feng Yifan saw his wife's dazed look and said with a smile: "Hey, what's wrong? Can you help me get two plates of fried rice? I'll take the rest and serve them to the guests outside."
Su Ruoxi finally came to her senses at this time, and quickly agreed, reaching out to bring two plates of fried rice.
Feng Yifan came around quickly and arrived at the back kitchen door almost at the same time as his wife. They both turned their backs to the door at the same time, pushed the door open by backing away, and backed out of the back kitchen.
At the moment of turning around, the two people turned left and right at the same time, and just happened to be face to face for a moment.
The moment their eyes met, both of them felt as if they had returned to the time when Feng Yifan had just come to learn cooking and was in charge of serving the dishes.
The two were still young at that time and actually didn't care about each other. Two people of similar age were actually just friends.
As time goes by, perhaps neither of them had ever thought that there would be such a marriage.
Now, after many years, they experienced this moment of looking into each other's eyes again, and a thought emerged in the hearts of the two people, that perhaps the boy and girl at that time had developed feelings for each other at this moment.
But they just thought about it for a moment, and the couple quickly served the noodles and fried rice to the guests.
After the meal was delivered, there were still a few tables of guests waiting, and there was even a sign of a queue forming at the door.
Su Ruoxi once again wanted to tell her husband not to let any new guests in for the time being.
But Feng Yifan took the lead and greeted the guests in: "Come on, come on, everyone, please come in. Our restaurant provides fried rice and noodle soup for lunch.
However, we have limited space at Su Ji, so please move your own stools and find a seat. Please also be considerate of each other. We are all here for lunch, so we will just put together a table. Chef Feng Yifan would like to thank you all here.”
As he spoke, Feng Yifan clasped his fists towards the guests and then bowed respectfully.
Sure enough, most of the guests understood and after entering the door, they took the stools that were interlocked together and then found some tables to put together.
As for the guests who had finished their meal, they all stood up and gave up their seats on their own initiative.
Even Meng Shitong and her group stood up, gave up their tables, and took the initiative to help clean up the dishes.
Seeing Meng Shitong and the others taking the initiative to help clean up the dishes, Feng Yifan immediately rushed over and started cleaning up. He quickly cleaned the table and ran to the kitchen with a large pile of dishes.
As Feng Yifan ran, he said to his wife, "Ruoxi, please greet the guests and tell me the order.
Don't touch the dishes, I'll come over to clean them up in a minute."
The last sentence her husband added before rushing into the kitchen made Su Ruoxi stunned, and the next moment a hint of sweetness emerged in her heart.
Su Ruoxi understood that her husband didn't want her to do the cleaning and wiping of the table.
But Su Ruoxi naturally couldn't really not do it, so she quickly took action to clean up some of the used dishes, stacked up the bowls and plates, and then brought them all into the kitchen.
Feng Yifan, who had already started busying himself in the kitchen, saw that his wife was still cleaning up the dishes. He frowned slightly and wanted to say something.
But Su Ruoxi took the lead and said, "Shut up and cook the fried rice and noodles. Don't forget that I was the one who did all these things before you came back. Hurry up and make the order."
After Su Ruoxi finished speaking in a very firm tone, she turned around and left the kitchen, not giving Feng Yifan any chance to speak.
He watched his wife leave, and then looked at her back through the open kitchen door for a while.
Feng Yifan finally turned around and continued to fry the rice and cook the noodles skillfully. His hands moved faster and a smile was always on his lips.
This afternoon, Su Ji Restaurant was really busy, and many people from nearby rushed over to have lunch.
Later on, it was really overcrowded.
As bystanders, Meng Shitong and others were admiring the whole time at Feng Yifan's swift hand speed, as if he could handle any number of people who came to the restaurant.
He Yaqian counted the waves of people and whispered to Meng Shitong and others, "There are dozens of people coming at once, and he can handle it all by himself. Chef Feng is simply God Feng."
The photographer and another attendant nodded in amazement.
Meng Shitong did not say anything and just watched everything expressionlessly, but she had already started to have new plans in her mind.
After seeing Feng Yifan's amazing speed and connecting it to Su Liancheng's previous series of explanations, Meng Shitong felt that she could use Su Ji as the theme. Just by filming Su Ji's various dishes, she could probably make a lot of videos.
But the question facing Meng Shitong now is whether Feng Yifan or the old man of Su Ji are willing to let them film the whole process
Su Ji's business was booming at noon, so Feng Yifan and Su Ruoxi were naturally very busy. Even though they were busy, they always had smiles on their faces.