When Feng Ruoruo saw her mother and grandfather, she quickly ran to them.
Then the little girl looked behind her mother and grandfather. After a moment, Feng Ruoruo suddenly remembered that her grandparents had passed away.
The little girl raised her head and looked at her mother and asked, "Did grandpa and grandma leave?"
Seeing her daughter's look, Su Ruoxi patted her daughter's head and said, "Yes, grandpa and grandma left this morning, and they should be home by now. When we get to where dad is setting up the stall, mom will help Ruoxi call grandpa and grandma, okay?"
Feng Ruoruo was in a low mood. The little girl felt sad about her grandparents leaving.
Grandpa reached out his hand and touched his granddaughter's lowered head: "Okay, wait for Dad, take Uncle Xiaolin with you, and we will go to Grandpa and Grandma's house."
Hearing that grandpa suddenly spoke fluently, Feng Ruoruo raised her head and looked at grandpa with some surprise: "Oh, grandpa, you can speak now."
Su Jinrong smiled and nodded: "Yes, Grandpa is speaking smoothly now."
A smile appeared on Feng Ruoruo's face: "That's great."
Then, the little girl pulled her mother to squat down, and whispered to her mother and grandfather, "Mom and Grandpa, let me tell you, many children want to eat daddy's wontons, and Liu Zihao even said that I should treat them. Ruoruo is not stupid enough to treat them. Daddy works so hard and needs to make money."
Hearing what the little girl said, grandpa smiled and touched her little head and praised: "Well, Ruoruo is really smart."
The mother pinched her daughter's cheeks and said, "You clever little girl."
Su Ruoxi then stood up, pulled her daughter and pushed her father around and said, "Okay, let's go. Dad and Uncle Xiaolin have set up the stall. When we get there, let Dad cook us a bowl of wontons."
Feng Ruoruo immediately laughed and cheered: "Okay, okay, I want to eat wontons."
Liu Zihao's mother also came to pick him up. When the boy heard Feng Ruoruo's cheers, he thought about it and finally mustered up the courage to say to his mother, "I want to eat wontons tonight."
Liu Zihao's mother nodded and agreed: "Okay, I'll ask Auntie to make it for you when we get home tonight."
The little boy quickly said, "Don't eat what Auntie cooks."
Mom was stunned for a moment, then said, "Okay, then mom will make it for you."
Liu Zihao quickly said, "Mom, let's go to Feng Ruoruo's house to eat. Many children want to go there to eat. It's right across from our kindergarten."
My mother was surprised and asked, "Go to Feng Ruoruo's house? Isn't the street where Feng Ruoruo lives closed now? How can we go to her house to eat?"
The little boy quickly pulled his mother to explain, "No, Feng Ruoruo's house is across the street from our kindergarten. Many children go to Feng Ruoruo's house to eat wontons. The children all say that her wontons are especially delicious. Mom, let's go and eat too. We can go home after we're full."
The mother was a little surprised when she heard it: "Is it opposite your kindergarten?"
After thinking about it carefully, the mother thought of the small market with a temporary shed across the street, and naturally understood what her son meant, that Feng Ruoruo's family should set up a stall in the small market.
When she thought about it being a street food stall, Liu Zihao’s mother naturally refused to go.
"No, didn't we agree that we can't go to the street food stalls? If you want to eat wontons, go home and ask Auntie to make them for you. If you want to eat at Feng Ruoruo's house, we can wait until the street is opened and then go to her house to eat."
When Liu Zihao saw that his mother didn't agree, he immediately pouted and wanted to cry to his mother.
But just as I opened my mouth, I heard my mother say, "If you dare to cry, I will throw you at the entrance of the kindergarten and I won't take you home."
These words were very effective. Liu Zihao covered his mouth immediately and dared not cry to his mother anymore.
Liu Zihao was dragged out of the kindergarten by his mother and was in a bad mood all the way.
Along the way, Liu Zihao's mother heard many parents who had picked up their children from kindergarten talking about the small market across the street and the wontons sold at a small stall in the market.
"Are you going to eat wontons at your house tonight?"
"Yes, I went there to eat it yesterday and it was really delicious."
"Oh, are your two families going too? That's perfect, our family will go too."
"I went there too. The wontons there were really delicious, with thin skin and thick fillings. They were really well made."
"Of course it's good. That stall was opened by the chef of Su Ji. He's such a great chef, so the wontons he makes must be the best."
“In fact, the key is to be more assured.”
"Yes, I'm always worried that some of the other stalls and shops on the street might not be so hygienic."
"Well, that's true. At least the chef at Su Ji is definitely hygienic."
"Most of the restaurants are hygienic now. I think the wontons made by Chef Su Ji are the best. They are also big in size. The skin is thin and the filling is thick. They look delicious. My son likes them very much."
“My daughter likes it, too.”
"I heard that the daughter of the chef Su Ji is also in our kindergarten."
"Yes, it seems to be a child from the senior class."
"That makes me feel more at ease. Their children also eat there. Let's go quickly. Otherwise, it will be too late. When the elementary school is over, there will definitely be a lot of people there."
Liu Zihao's mother heard so many parents talking along the way, and after walking out of the kindergarten, she saw most of the parents pulling their children across the road and walking towards the small market opposite.
This situation also aroused the curiosity of Liu Zihao's mother.
Finally, the mother asked her son, who was looking down, "Do you really want to go eat wontons? We agreed that if you go, you must eat by yourself, okay?"
Liu Zihao was originally a little disappointed because he couldn't eat the wontons made by Feng Ruoruo's father.
So many children are eating it. I will definitely be looked down upon by those children who have eaten it when I go to kindergarten tomorrow.
Suddenly the little boy heard his mother asking a question. He didn’t react at first. After a while, he realized that his mother was willing to take him to eat, and the little boy quickly agreed.
"Okay, I will definitely eat it myself, you are so nice, mom."
Liu Zihao's mother smiled helplessly and said, "Okay, let's go, let's cross the road, be careful."
The mother and son followed other children and parents in the kindergarten and crossed the road at the zebra crossing outside the kindergarten gate.
In the small market, Feng Yifan returned to the stall and started to work while directing his apprentices. He started to make wontons with his apprentices and made a lot of them at once.
Lin Ruifeng was a little surprised: "Master? Why do you need to make so many wontons?"
Feng Yifan smiled bitterly and said, "Because the kindergarten is about to finish school, many children will come to eat soon, so we have to prepare more in advance and pack them quickly."
While Lin Ruifeng was working on it, he asked in confusion: "There aren't that many children in the kindergarten, right? Is it necessary to pack so many at once?"
Feng Yifan added, "Besides the kindergarten, there is also the elementary school in the east. After school, many children will come over to eat, so it is better to be prepared. Otherwise, when so many children come, how can we handle it? You should also speed up and stop dawdling."
Lin Ruifeng was still a little skeptical: "But Master, the primary school in the east is across the ancient street from here. Now the ancient street is closed, so it takes a detour to come here. Will there really be so many children coming here to eat?"
Feng Yifan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said, "You really don't use your brain. Our area is also in the district of that elementary school. Aren't there any children living here?"
After being explained so clearly by his master, Lin Ruifeng understood it all at once.
"Oh, Master, I understand."
The master and apprentice also quickened their pace and quickly wrapped many small wontons, placed them on a large tray, and covered them with clean wet gauze.
The busy process of the master and apprentice was also recorded by A Fei and A Bin with a camera.
In particular, the scene in which Feng Yifan was making wontons was captured. The speed of his hands left A Fei and A Bin dumbfounded.
It was clear that the process of Feng Yifan's bagging was quite complicated before.
But after seeing him speed up his hands, A Fei felt that he could wrap a small wonton in an instant with just a squeeze of his hands, and it was almost impossible to detect any unnecessary movements.
But thinking about the process of Feng Yifan disassembling the action before, Ah Fei knew very well how skilled it would take to do it at such a speed.
Feng Yifan was indeed very fast. He could wrap four or five pieces almost as fast as the apprentice next to him could wrap one.
Soon Feng Yifan filled up a new tray by himself, while Lin Ruifeng on the other side only packed a little.
But there was no time left, because Feng Ruoruo had already come with her mother and grandfather.
When Feng Ruoruo arrived, the children from her kindergarten also came with their parents.
When they arrived at the small market, Feng Ruoruo called Yang Xiaoxi and Chen Yaofei together and ran quickly to her father's stall.
"Dad, I'm back. Xixi, Feifei and I want to eat wontons."
Feng Yifan looked at the three little girls and said, "Wait a minute, Dad will pack all these, and then I'll cook wontons for you, okay?"
The three little girls answered in unison: "Okay."
Next, Feng Yifan quickly wrapped half of the tray of his apprentice next to him.
At this time, children from other kindergartens also came to the stall with their parents.
Feng Ruoruo did not forget to help her father greet the guests: "Everyone, don't worry, my father is making wontons, and everyone needs to line up, just wait a moment."
Feng Yifan saw that many children and parents came one after another, so he had to give up wrapping them temporarily.
"Okay, Ruifeng, hurry up and prepare the soup base. I'll prepare the ingredients. Sister Zhao, take out all the bowls. We're open for business. Let's cook the wontons."
Hearing Feng Yifan's shout, Feng Ruoruo and her two good friends also learned to shout.
"Cook wontons, cook wontons, cook wontons."
When Feng Ruoruo, Yang Xiaoxi and Chen Yaofei shouted, the kindergarten children who came with their parents to eat wontons found it very interesting, so they all started shouting along.
In the blink of an eye, the small market was filled with the shouts of a group of children.
This attracted many stall owners in the small market to look over, and they were very curious about the children's shouting.
Of course, the bosses were all very envious. Feng Yifan’s stall had only been open for a short time, but there were already so many people queuing up.
Feng Yifan started to cook wontons and handed out bowls of them to the parents in the queue.
Although there were a lot of people, Feng Yifan didn't make it messy at all, and the portion in each bowl was still sufficient.
Bowl after bowl of wontons were taken away, but the number of people queuing in front of the stall seemed to have not decreased at all.
Because the kindergarten was over at this time, many children in the kindergarten were brought here by their parents. They all planned to eat wontons here as a dinner and then take the children home.
So more and more parents are queuing up.
At this time, Lin Ruifeng was also fortunate that his master and he had wrapped a lot of wontons in advance, otherwise there would not be enough to sell.
Liu Zihao took his mother to the small market. After entering the market, the little boy quickly stood on tiptoe and looked around, trying to find Feng Ruoruo's stall.
However, Liu Zihao's mother saw at a glance that there was a stall with a lot of people queuing up.
"Okay, no need to look for it. Look, there are so many people lining up over there, it must be that store."
But Liu Zihao said very seriously: "Mom, we have to make sure. We can't just eat from other places. They must not taste good. We want to eat the wontons made by Feng Ruoruo's father."
Seeing her son so serious, the mother didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Don't worry, in such a small market, only Feng Ruoruo and Jiahui are queuing up."
Liu Zihao asked curiously: "Mom, why?"
Mom was stunned for a moment, then she recalled the delicious dishes she had eaten at Su Ji before, and said as she recalled, "Because only Feng Ruoruo's father has the best cooking skills, and the food he makes is the most delicious."
Liu Zihao took his mother's hand and said, "Okay, let's go and line up quickly."
The mother and son ran over together and lined up at the end of the line.
At this time, in front of Feng Yifan's stall, there were parents queuing with their children. It looked really funny, and the small stall seemed to have suddenly turned into a children's canteen.
Fortunately, they only issue number plates first, so the queue is relatively fast.
When Liu Zihao and his mother got to the line, Feng Ruoruo, who was standing nearby, saw them and said, "Hey, Liu Zihao, you're here too?"
Liu Zihao was a little embarrassed at first, but then he responded: "Well, I told my mom that Feng Ruoruo's wontons are delicious, so she brought me over to eat."
Feng Yifan smiled and greeted Liu Zihao's mother: "Hello, Liu Zihao's mother."
The other party also quickly responded: "Hello, Ruoruo, Dad."
Feng Yifan then asked: "What would you like to order? Two bowls of wontons?"
Liu Zihao's mother nodded: "Yes, two bowls of wontons."
Feng Yifan asked again: "Do you want to add chopped green onions?"
When Liu Zihao heard this, he immediately said, "Uncle, I don't want chopped green onions."
Mom followed up and said, "Yes, we don't want chopped green onions in either bowl."
Feng Yifan nodded and agreed: "Okay, two bowls of wontons, no chopped green onions."
Write it on a small piece of paper, put it together with the specially prepared number plate, and then hand another plate with the same number to Liu Zihao's mother.
"Okay, please wait a moment. Your number will be called shortly."
Liu Zihao took the number plate before his mother and said to Feng Yifan sensibly, "Thank you, uncle."
Feng Yifan smiled and nodded: "You're welcome, you and mom go find a seat and sit down, it will be ready soon."
Feng Ruoruo immediately pointed out the seats for Liu Zihao and the others: "Over there, over there, Liu Zihao, you and Auntie can sit over there. Zhang Zhuangzhuang and the others will also sit over there."
Liu Zihao glanced at his mother and only ran in the direction Feng Ruoruo pointed after getting her consent.