After Ah Fei was stunned for a moment, he quickly agreed to He Yaqian's request: "Okay, I'll study it when I get back and make it for you."
When Feng Yifan heard Ah Fei agreed, he asked with a smile: "Ah Fei, can you make wontons?"
When Lin Ruifeng heard his master ask this, his expression became a little complicated, but he said nothing and just watched quietly to see how Ah Fei and the others would answer.
Sure enough, Ah Fei thought for a moment and said, "Making wontons shouldn't be difficult, right? I see those wonton makers on the street just spread a spoonful of stuffing and then squeeze it with their hands."
Feng Yifan smiled and said, "You can't wrap these crepe wontons that way, but it's not difficult to wrap them."
Having said that, Feng Yifan began to demonstrate it to everyone.
He put a small wonton wrapper on his hand and scooped a large piece of stuffing on the wonton wrapper. Then Feng Yifan first pinched his middle finger inward, pressed inward from the side with a small wooden spoon, and then continued to pinch.
After unfolding, a small wonton is wrapped. It looks thin in skin and thick in filling, with palm wrinkles on the surface. It is really beautiful.
Seeing Feng Yifan easily wrap a small wonton, especially seeing how beautiful the wonton was, A Fei and the others were all stunned.
Meng Shitong reached out and patted Ah Fei and asked, "Do you think this is easy? Have you learned it?"
Ah Fei was a little confused. He turned his head to look at Meng Shitong, then looked at Feng Yifan, and then looked at the wontons he had made. He hesitated for a long time and could only shake his head: "I, I don't think I have learned it."
Feng Yifan smiled and said, "It doesn't matter if you haven't learned it yet. Come and learn from me again."
And Feng Yifan asked his apprentices to help wrap it as well.
This time, Feng Yifan slowed down and asked A Fei and the others to use their equipment to record the scene very carefully.
The camera captured the extremely thin wonton wrapper, which looked like dancing tulle in Feng Yifan's hands, and the fillings looked like little elves. After passing through his palms, the tulle was gently put on the elves, and very beautiful crepe wontons were formed in an instant.
Watching the wontons being wrapped one by one really made Meng Shitong and others dazzled.
I have to say that Feng Yifan's technique is indeed very pleasing to the eye.
There are no fancy or flashy movements, just simple pinching and squeezing to make beautiful little wontons.
Relatively speaking, Lin Ruifeng's movements were a little clumsy, but it was obvious that he was trying hard to learn.
The master and the apprentice did not make a lot, just some crepe wontons.
Feng Yifan said to his apprentice: "Don't wrap too many wontons before setting up the stall, and cover them with a wet gauze when you go, so that the wontons won't be dried out by the wind."
After wrapping one with his apprentice, Feng Yifan asked the apprentice to continue wrapping while he went to check some other ingredients.
For example, the chicken soup in the soup pot and some vegetables also need to be processed slightly.
By the time everything was ready, it was almost half past four, and the whole preparation process took about an hour.
Feng Yifan first locked the door of the kitchen and called his apprentice to move the things to the front restaurant.
Then he called his wife and pushed his father-in-law out together.
Of course Meng Shitong and the others followed along.
Feng Yifan and his team used a separate small cart, placed all kinds of materials on the cart, covered it with a huge lid, and pulled it all the way out of the ancient street.
Ah Fei looked at the current state of the ancient street and couldn't help asking, "After this, if the road surface of the ancient street is repaired, it seems that it will be more troublesome to set up a stall every day, right?"
Feng Yifan nodded and said, "It will be a bit troublesome indeed, but we will discuss it with the reconstruction department and ask them to leave us a way to get in and out easily."
Meng Shitong said, "Usually, for a street this long, a path would be left during the reconstruction process so that residents on the street can enter and exit. The road surface would not be torn up all at once. Otherwise, the reconstruction department would completely close the ancient street and not allow anyone to enter or exit."
Feng Yifan nodded and said, "Indeed, I think the reconstruction department should start from the back alleys behind the shops on both sides, because all kinds of pipelines are also in the back alleys, so start from the back alleys first, and when the back alleys are completed, then the road surface of the ancient street in front will be removed and repaired, and everyone can also enter and exit from the back alleys."
As if to prove Feng Yifan's foresight, when the group walked to the intersection of the ancient street, they saw a notice about the reconstruction posted there.
The notice really informed the people on the ancient street that the back alleys of the shops on both sides should be repaired first, including the dredging and repair of various pipes, wires, sewers, etc. So everyone was notified that starting tomorrow, the back alleys would be closed.
Seeing that the back alley was blocked, Lin Ruifeng quickly asked, "Master, we can't go through the back alley, so how can we get our carts back? Should we leave them at the small market?"
Feng Yifan smiled and said, "Of course, go through the main entrance."
After hearing what his master said, Lin Ruifeng thought for a moment and said, "Master, why not just put the cart in my shop after closing the stall? There's no one at home anyway, and my shop doesn't have a threshold, so it's more convenient for the cart to enter and exit, and the location is just right for pushing the cart in."
Feng Yifan nodded and said, "Well, that's a good idea. I'll put it in your shop."
The bosses on the ancient street also had their own ways, so after reading the notice, they dispersed and followed Master Feng Yifan and his apprentice to set up stalls in the market opposite.
Now, Master Feng Yifan and his apprentice are the stars of the entire small market and are the real "God of Wealth".
The bosses of the small market made a small profit on weekends by taking advantage of the diners attracted by Feng Yifan. So when everyone saw Feng Yifan and his apprentice, they were all very polite.
"Chef Feng, are you setting up your stall early today?"
"Xiao Lin seems to be getting more and more stylish lately."
"Yes, Xiaolin is almost catching up with Master now."
"Hahaha, you guys are still calling him Xiao Lin, Xiao Lin. From now on we should change our way of addressing him and call him Chef Lin."
"That's right. From now on, don't call me Xiao Lin anymore. Always call me Chef Lin."
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Faced with the flattery of the bosses on the old street, Lin Ruifeng's face unconsciously showed a look of joy, feeling that his efforts were recognized.
Feng Yifan saw his apprentice's delighted expression, smiled and said, "You should still call him Xiao Lin. It's a little early to call him 'Chef Lin' now, don't you? Xiao Lin?"
Lin Ruifeng was feeling a little elated at first, but was stunned when he heard what his master said.
After exchanging a glance with his master, Lin Ruifeng nodded quickly: "Master is right, I am not qualified to be called 'chef' yet, everyone should just call me Xiao Lin."
Meng Shitong, who was following beside him, saw Lin Ruifeng say this and a hint of helplessness flashed in her eyes.
Meng Shitong didn't say anything at first, but just followed a group of people to the small market.
After Feng Yifan put down his things, Meng Shitong took Feng Yifan aside and told him what she had seen.
"Chef Feng, you are asking too much of your apprentice. If you don't give him face in public, he might be dissatisfied with you."
After hearing what Meng Shitong said, Feng Yifan smiled and responded: "I don't want him to be proud. Did you see his expression when everyone praised him and called him 'Chef Lin'? Is his current level qualified to be called a 'chef'? He hasn't even started yet."
Meng Shitong was stunned at first, then said seriously: "Chef Feng, I know that for you, it is very demanding to become a chef, but in my opinion, Lin Ruifeng has worked very hard, and he needs to get some recognition, even if he can't get it when you come here."
Feng Yifan saw Meng Shitong's serious expression, and he also stopped smiling and said, "I didn't stop others from praising him. Although I said that, listen to some other people, are they still calling him 'Chef Lin'? At this time, as a master, how can I, instead of criticizing him and praising him together?"
After hearing this, Meng Shitong was speechless for a moment and turned her head to look towards the stall.
By chance, he saw the stall owner next door, who was shouting to Lin Ruifeng: "Chef Lin, what are you going to make tonight? Wontons?"
Then Lin Ruifeng did not try to be modest, but directly accepted the address and responded with a smile: "Well, it's still wontons for dinner. Master decided that lunch is mainly roast meat fried rice, and dinner is lighter, mainly wontons. I can't change it."
Then some other bosses started to make a fuss.
"Chef Lin, you are a chef now. You don't have to follow what your master says. It's okay to make some changes yourself."
"Yes, we changed the menu. We sell whatever sells well."
"That's right, this is the essence of setting up a stall. You have to focus on the ones that sell the best. You can't just keep doing the same thing."
"You need to be flexible when setting up a stall. Chef Lin, you have to be flexible too."
"You are Chef Lin, why can't you change the menu?"
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Lin Ruifeng hesitated for a while at the bosses' heckling, but finally smiled and said, "I can't change it. Master has his own rules. Since I am learning from Master, I must abide by Master's rules. One is one, two is two. I am not qualified to change Master's rules now."
When Meng Shitong saw this situation, she turned to look at Feng Yifan and was speechless for a moment.
Feng Yifan smiled and said: "Young people tend to be arrogant. I used to be more arrogant than him, but I finally realized that all fame and fortune are just passing clouds. I am happiest when I stay down to earth and spend time with my family."
Meng Shitong nodded: "Well, Chef Feng, you are right."
Feng Yifan and Meng Shitong parted ways, and quickly returned to the stall. He immediately put on the look of a strict teacher and asked his apprentice to start working.
Lin Ruifeng also instantly suppressed the pride of being flattered by others, lowered his head and worked seriously according to the master's instructions.
Meng Shitong watched this scene and admired Feng Yifan even more in her heart.
Here, Feng Yifan, his apprentice and Zhao Daxia were busy setting up the stall. Su Ruoxi pushed her father to the kindergarten, intending to pick up her daughter after school, and then go to the small market opposite.
Feng Ruoruo was very proud today. Many children in the kindergarten were praising her father's wontons.
Especially the children who live nearby, they are clamoring to go eat wontons after school in the evening.
Feng Ruoruo agreed with a smile: "Let's go together. After school, you can all go to eat wontons. Our wontons are the most delicious. After eating the wontons, you don't have to eat dinner at night."
The children who have tried Feng Ruoruo’s wontons naturally all agree very much.
"Yes, I went there to eat with my mother yesterday. My mother said that the wontons at Feng Ruoruo's are very big and taste very delicious."
"Well, I went there to eat two days ago. My parents also said it was delicious. I'm going there again today."
"I'll go too, I'll go too..."
The children were clamoring to go to Feng Ruoruo’s stall to eat wontons after school.
And the children’s parents also agreed to them.
Feng Ruoruo was also secretly counting on her fingers, thinking that if so many children in the kindergarten went to eat, her father and Uncle Xiaolin would be able to make a lot of money.
Liu Zihao might be the only kid in the class who has never been there.
The main reason is that Liu Zihao's family doesn't live here, and it's impossible for his parents to bring him here to eat on weekends.
Now that he hears the kids in his class saying it’s delicious, Liu Zihao naturally wants to try it too.
But the little boy was worried, what if his mother didn’t let him eat
Liu Zihao thought about it carefully, and he also came up with a solution. He stood up, walked to Feng Ruoruo and said, "Feng Ruoruo, your wontons are so delicious, why don't you invite us all to have some?"
Feng Ruoruo was originally counting small coins on her fingers. When she heard what Liu Zihao said, she looked up at the little boy and said, "Why do you want me to treat you? If you want to eat, just go and eat. It's just opposite the kindergarten. My dad works hard making wontons. I can't treat you. I have to earn money."
Liu Zihao's plan was to let Feng Ruoruo ask for the treat, and then he could tell his mother that it was Feng Ruoruo who treated them, and his mother would probably let him go.
But now Feng Ruoruo was unwilling to treat them, so Liu Zihao's plan fell through.
Yang Xiaoxi and Chen Yaofei also helped to speak.
Yang Xiaoxi said: "Feng's wontons have a lot of fillings, all meat and shrimp, which are very expensive. If you don't pay, Feng's father will lose money."
Chen Yaofei said: "We should pay for meals. We can't always let Ruoruo pay. Xixi, Ruoruo and I are good friends. When we go out to eat, we always pay."
Liu Yan also said at this time: "Yes, yes, my mother also gave me money when I went to eat."
Some other children also said this, and Liu Zihao almost became the target of criticism from the other children. Fortunately, the school bell rang, which saved Liu Zihao.
Parents entered the kindergarten one after another to pick up their children.
Many children were clamoring to their parents to go to the small market across the street to eat wontons.
The parents all agreed readily because by letting their children go across the street to eat a bowl of wontons, they could save the trouble of going home to cook for their children. The key was that the parents trusted that the wontons made by Feng Ruoruo were clean and hygienic.
Since I have to buy food for my children anyway, I naturally want to choose the one that I trust the most.