Feng Ruoruo and her two good friends were very happy to receive the five-pointed star from their father. They also actively helped their father to maintain order in front of the stall.
Then, more and more people came to the small market, all to taste the street food from Su Ji’s stall.
The small market suddenly became very lively, with the flow of people increasing rapidly, even making the small market seem a little crowded.
Those stall owners who moved from the ancient street to set up stalls also took the opportunity to gain a lot of business.
Especially some snack stalls, because the queue at Su Ji is very long, many diners who come here will buy some snacks from other stalls to fill their stomachs while waiting.
As business gets better, naturally the bosses all have smiles on their faces.
When these bosses on the ancient street looked at Feng Yifan, their eyes naturally revealed a hint of gratitude and admiration.
Business had been a little slow in the previous two days, which discouraged many stall owners.
But today, Feng Yifan's arrival immediately boosted the popularity of the small market, and made everyone see hope again. The bosses felt that it was the right decision to stay and set up stalls.
Of course, there are also some smart bosses who have been secretly thinking about finding an opportunity to consult Feng Yifan on how to make their snacks even more delicious.
Feng Yifan was busy until almost one o'clock. Most of the second batch of diners had already placed their orders. When there were only a few left, he handed the orders to his apprentices to complete.
"Here are two servings of barbecued pork fried rice and two bowls of eel noodles. You can make them."
Coincidentally, two new diners came and were about to place their orders at the cart window. They heard Feng Yifan ask his apprentice to prepare the remaining orders.
The male diners in front of the window couldn't help asking: "Boss, aren't you going to do it yourself next time?"
Feng Yifan looked up when he heard the question, looked at the other person and smiled, saying, "My cooking is the same as my apprentice's. We use the same ingredients and seasonings, and the seasonings are strictly in accordance with my ratios, so you can rest assured that the taste will definitely not be bad."
The lady who came with me said to her male companion, "It was made by Chef Feng's apprentice, so it must be the same."
But the man refused to give in. "No, we came all the way here just to eat lunch made by Chef Feng. If the boss didn't make it himself, why did we come all the way here?"
Hearing the diners in front of the cart window say this, Lin Ruifeng immediately lost his enthusiasm and wanted to tell his master to forget it and let him do it himself.
But Feng Yifan didn't wait for his apprentice to speak, and said to the two waiting diners first: "I still want to reiterate that the ingredients, toppings and seasonings will not be any different? It's just that the cooking process is done by my apprentice? When there were many people before, the noodles were also cooked by my apprentice? Does that mean that the noodles cooked by my apprentice? Are they any different from the ones I cook?"
This sentence stumped the male diner.
Feng Yifan continued, "If you want to taste the unique flavor of Su Ji, then my apprentice can also make it. If you want to eat what I made myself? Then I'm sorry. That's all for today. If you want to eat it, please come early tomorrow."
The man stood there in bewilderment, not expecting to hear such words.
Lin Ruifeng, who was standing next to Feng Yifan, was also a little confused.
Feng Yifan turned around and saw his apprentice standing there in a daze. He patted his apprentice and said, "What are you doing standing there? Hurry up and do it. The customers who ordered food in front are still waiting. Don't just stand there and do nothing for a little while. Remember, you are a cook. Your job is to cook delicious food for everyone."
After hearing what his master said, Lin Ruifeng came to his senses immediately. Without any hesitation, he started to operate quickly.
A man and a woman were standing in front of the cart. After a moment of stunned silence, the woman said, "Let's order two servings of fried rice. We don't want iron plate fried rice, but simple egg fried rice."
Hearing the other party order like this, Feng Yifan was a little surprised and looked up at the other party.
The woman who was taking the order looked at Feng Yifan with a smile on her face: "Boss, can I order this way?"
Feng Yifan nodded without hesitation: "Okay."
Pick up a number and hand it to the other party, asking them to find a seat and wait.
Before the man and woman left the cart, Lin Ruifeng, who was busy making fried rice on the iron plate, couldn't help but ask: "Master, they want egg fried rice, is it you who should do it, or should I..."
He originally wanted to say "I'll do it", but when it came to his lips, Lin Ruifeng was unable to say it.
He still lacked that confidence.
Just as Lin Ruifeng hesitated and didn't have the confidence to say the words "I'll do it", a beautiful figure suddenly appeared in front of the cart and helped him say the words.
"Do I even need to ask? Of course it's you who's here. You've been learning from your uncle for so long, don't you have this much confidence?"
Hearing the voice, Lin Ruifeng looked up in surprise and saw Shen Qingluo standing in front of the cart.
Facing Lin Ruifeng's gaze, Shen Qingluo said with a smile: "You need to be more confident and act like you are the chef of Su Ji. It's just egg fried rice, right? Fry one for them to see."
Before his apprentice could come to his senses, Feng Yifan burst into laughter: "Hahaha, you're right, Ruifeng, you should learn from Xiao Shen and be more confident."
Shen Qingluo stood there, smiled at Lin Ruifeng and said, "Chef Lin, give me a serving of egg fried rice too."
Lin Ruifeng finally came to his senses, looked at Shen Qingluo and smiled and agreed: "Okay."
Next, Lin Ruifeng quickly prepared two servings of barbecued pork fried rice. I don't know if it was because of Shen Qingluo's presence, but he suddenly gained confidence, and he was full of energy when calling the number.
The diners who were called to get their meals were also a little surprised when they saw the fried rice handed to them by Lin Ruifeng.
On the one hand, I didn’t expect that their fried rice was made by Lam Rui Feng, and on the other hand, I found that Lam Rui Feng’s fried rice was not inferior to Chef Feng’s in appearance.
After handing out the fried rice, Feng Yifan patted his apprentice and said to the diners: "Please enjoy your meal slowly. I wish you a happy meal."
After being patted by his master and hearing these words from his master, Lin Ruifeng immediately understood.
He also quickly added: "Please enjoy your meal slowly. I wish you a happy meal."
After hearing the master and apprentice's blessings twice, the diner smiled and responded, "Thank you."
After the two diners left with their fried rice, Lin Ruifeng started to get busy again, making the remaining portion of eel noodles. This time, without the need for his master to remind him, he took the initiative to give his blessing when the other party received their meal.
After finishing the eel noodles, Lin Ruifeng began to take the soup pot off the stove according to his master’s instructions.
Then take out the prepared wok, put it on the stove, turn on the fire and start making egg fried rice.
The first thing to do is to beat the eggs, then put the egg liquid into the pot, stir-fry it slightly and then put the rice into the pot.
At this time, the egg liquid in the pot has not yet completely solidified, so quickly use an iron spoon to press the rice to spread it out.
Next, while frying the rice, use the rice grains to loosen the egg liquid that has not yet completely solidified.
In this way, the fried rice in the pan will appear distinct grains, and at the same time each grain is sticky with egg liquid, and the egg liquid appears scattered in the rice, like broken gold.
Feng Yifan stood by and watched his apprentice's operation throughout the process. When he saw that the apprentice had completed the fried rice very steadily, he nodded with satisfaction.
Although this is not the first time that Lin Ruifeng has made fried rice, Feng Yifan is really satisfied that he was able to achieve such a high degree of perfection in such an environment.
After finishing one portion of fried rice, Lin Ruifeng quickly started the second portion.
With the experience of the first one, the second one will be much easier.
After finishing two servings of fried rice, Lin Ruifeng loudly called out the numbers of the two people who had been there before.
The man came over, handed over his number tag, and took the two plates of fried rice handed over by Lin Ruifeng.
Lin Ruifeng handed over the fried rice and said as he took the number plate: "Please enjoy it slowly. I wish you a happy meal."
The man was stunned for a moment when he got the fried rice, because he didn't expect the two plates of fried rice to be so beautiful. The key was that the aroma kept rising and went into his nose, prompting him to secrete saliva continuously, and as a result he couldn't help swallowing his saliva continuously.
Finally, the man said to Lin Ruifeng: "Thank you."
He quickly turned around with two plates of fried rice and walked to his female companion.
After the man sat down, he handed the fried rice to his female companion and said, "Look, it looks the same as the fried rice with broken gold you just mentioned."
The woman also looked at it carefully and gently stirred the fried rice in the plate with disposable chopsticks.
The rice grains on the plate are distinct, and the eggs appear to be golden.
The most important thing is that when you gently spread the rice with chopsticks, you can see that each grain of rice is vaguely attached to egg crumbs.
The woman was also stunned at this moment, as if she had not expected such an outcome.
In fact, the reason why the woman ordered egg fried rice instead of iron plate fried rice seemed to be to give Lin Ruifeng a way out, but in fact she was deliberately testing Lin Ruifeng.
Fried rice with egg may seem simple, but it is actually a basic skill for a cook.
Especially the Broken Gold Fried Rice, the authentic Broken Gold Fried Rice has no fancy ingredients, it is just simple egg fried rice. But the state of the fried eggs and the appearance of the fried rice are all very particular, and many chefs in restaurants may not be able to make them at all.
So the woman ordered these two servings to test whether Lin Ruifeng was worthy of being Chef Feng's disciple.
If Lin Ruifeng cannot finish these two plates of fried rice with broken gold, then the woman will definitely go to Feng Yifan to reason.
You, Feng Yifan, said that your apprentice cooks it the same way as you do. Does this simple plate of fried rice with broken gold pieces prove the difference
But now, the woman has no way to find fault, because this plate of fried rice with broken gold is indeed very qualified.
In the stall, Feng Yifan was still telling his apprentice some details and some mistakes he made in the process of making fried rice, and asked the apprentice to correct the flaws.
"Next time, if someone orders egg fried rice, you must ask in advance whether they want chopped green onions. Don't just assume that all diners want chopped green onions."
Hearing Master's words, Lin Ruifeng nodded: "I understand, Master."
After agreeing to his master's request, Lin Ruifeng quickly raised his head and asked Shen Qingluo who was standing in front of the stall: "Do you want some chopped green onions?"
Shen Qingluo watched the whole process, and when she heard Lin Ruifeng's question, she smiled and replied, "No need to pay."
Lin Ruifeng was stunned at first, then he smiled and agreed: "Okay, no need to pay."
Feng Yifan also laughed at the side: "Okay, little girl, you know a lot, right?"
Zhao Daxia, who was standing behind them, heard the conversation between the three people and asked curiously, "Boss, Xiao Linzi, what does this "Mian Qing" mean?"
Feng Yifan turned around and replied, "No green onions means no chopped green onions."
Zhao Daxia nodded suddenly: "Oh, if you don't want chopped green onions, then don't want chopped green onions. What do you mean by omitting green onions? It's so flowery."
Feng Yifan smiled and continued, "Huaiyang cuisine is originally a cuisine for scholars, and it emphasizes a little bit of elegance. However, this mianqing is not used in fried rice, but in noodles."
Without waiting for Zhao Daxia to ask, Feng Yifan continued, "In addition to no green onion, adding twice the amount of chopped green onion is called 'double green onion', three times is called 'heavy green onion', more noodles are called 'heavy pick', less noodles are called 'light pick', harder noodles are called 'dai xun', moderately soft noodles are called 'er pai', and soft noodles are called 'da yang'."
Listening to Feng Yifan's talk really opened Zhao Daxia's eyes. She didn't expect that there were so many things to pay attention to when eating noodles.
"Toppings separated from noodles are called 'crossing the bridge', toppings covering noodles are called 'covering the bridge', two kinds of toppings are called 'shuangjiao', double toppings are called 'shuangma', no soup is called 'baoyishao', half soup is called 'koutang', and more soup is called 'kuantang'.
If you want a bowl of soup, it's called Dalian."
Hearing this, Zhao Daxia couldn't help but sigh: "It's really incredible, there are so many things to pay attention to even when eating noodles."
Feng Yifan smiled and said: "Nowadays, there are not so many particulars, and many people nowadays don't understand these things, and they won't talk about them while eating noodles."
Shen Qingluo suddenly said, "Uncle, I feel that without these, the cultural core of food will be lost."
At this point, Shen Qingluo pointed at the fried rice in Lin Ruifeng's pot and said, "Just like this fried rice, there are so many names for it, but most people only know about egg fried rice."
Feng Yifan turned around and said, "As for food, first of all, it has to be delicious, and then we can explore the culture. We can't put the cart before the horse, so the priority is still to make it delicious."
Lin Ruifeng had also finished making the fried rice and was about to pass it to Shen Qingluo through the cart window.
But Feng Yifan slapped him and said, "What are you still handing over? Hurry up and take it out to the person."
Shen Qingluo smiled and said, "No need. Don't you still have business to attend to? Just hand it over to me. I can't delay your business."
Feng Yifan said: "It's okay, I still have you as my master."
Lin Ruifeng was also very obedient. He quickly walked around the stall and personally brought the fried rice to Shen Qingluo.
Feng Yifan saw this and said with a smile: "Okay, you guys go eat first, I'll keep an eye on this for a while, and when Xiao Shen finishes eating, you have to come back and take over immediately."
Lin Ruifeng naturally agreed quickly and refused Shen Qingluo's offer to take the plate. Instead, he held the fried rice in one hand and took Shen Qingluo's hand with the other to find a place to sit down.