Guo Hong was very satisfied with the lunch. She had never expected that Feng Yifan could cook a bowl of noodles and a small plate of Chinese cabbage so well.
At this moment, Guo Hong understood for the first time why Feng Yifan had been so popular recently.
Because even when he is setting up a stall, even if the ingredients are limited, Feng Yifan will still make every meal with care.
And he used this kind of personal example to influence his young apprentices.
The most important thing is that the dish of Chinese cabbage and the bowl of noodles seem simple and unpretentious but can be made with ease. This may be the true style of a master.
Guo Hong stood up and looked at Feng Yifan.
A burly man, standing there in chef's attire, looking extremely handsome.
It’s not that Feng Yifan is so handsome, but his temperament makes people feel comfortable.
Guo Hong looked at him carefully again and said, "I think if Chef Feng didn't become a chef, he would be a great dancer with his figure."
Hearing this, Feng Ruoruo suddenly exclaimed: "Oh, Dad can dance?"
Feng Yifan quickly said, "Dad can't dance."
Yang Xiaoxi stepped forward and said, "But just now Teacher Guo said that Father Feng can be a great dancer."
Chen Yaofei stood up and said to her two good friends: "No, Teacher Guo said that if Father Feng didn't become a chef, he could become a dancer. It's not that Father Feng can dance."
Feng Ruoruo said quickly, "No, Dad wants to be a chef. Dad wants to be the best chef and make lots of delicious food for me, Xixi, and Feifei."
Su Ruoxi immediately smiled and said, "You little thing, you only know how to eat."
Feng Ruoruo pouted and turned her head away and said, "No, mom likes it too. We all like the food dad cooks, so dad has to be a good cook."
Feng Yifan smiled and said, "Okay, okay, Teacher Guo is praising Dad's good figure."
Then Feng Yifan said to Guo Hong: "Actually, Mr. Guo, you are too kind. My figure is nothing special. My body is too strong because of long-term heavy work in the kitchen. How can I dance?"
Guo Hong smiled and said, "Chef Feng, don't be modest. Many professional fitness professionals may not be able to match your figure. You really have tendon meat all over your body."
Feng Yifan continued, "Okay, Mr. Guo, I'll really feel embarrassed if you praise me."
Feng Ruoruo raised her head and looked at her father's face and said, "Dad, you're not even blushing, why are you embarrassed?"
Feng Yifan was speechless after hearing his daughter say this, and could only smile bitterly.
He reached out and pinched his daughter's face: "You little thing, you just like to talk, you talk the most."
Feng Ruoruo pulled her father's hand away and said, "Dad, you are so naughty. Don't pinch Ruoruo's face."
Feng Yifan quickly said, "Okay, I won't do that anymore. How did Ruoruo, Xixi, and Feifei eat at noon today? Are you satisfied?"
When asked this question, Yang Xiaoxi immediately said, "Okay, Mr. Feng's lunch is delicious."
Chen Yaofei followed up and said, "Yes, Mr. Feng's cooking is the best."
Feng Ruoruo pouted and said, "Dad pinched Ruoruo's face, so Ruoruo doesn't like Dad anymore."
Feng Yifan squatted down, stretched out his hands to hold his daughter in his arms and said, "Okay, it's Daddy's fault. Ruoruo, don't be angry with Daddy. Daddy apologizes to Ruoruo."
Having said that, Feng Yifan pulled his daughter into his arms and kissed her little face.
This kiss made Feng Ruoruo feel very embarrassed.
The little head was buried in his father's arms. Feng Ruoruo said embarrassedly: "Hey, Dad, why did you kiss Ruoruo? So many people are watching."
Feng Yifan smiled and said to his daughter: "Because Dad likes Ruoruo, Dad wants to kiss Ruoruo."
Su Ruoxi finally couldn't bear it anymore: "Alright, alright, look at you two, there are so many people here, and you two are just being affectionate here, aren't you afraid that Teacher Guo will see you and make fun of you."
Guo Hong smiled and nodded: "It's okay, daughters are always close to their fathers. My little niece is also very close to my brother. By the way, it's your sister Guo. She is a little fan of Chef Feng. She comes to eat Chef Feng's wontons every night."
Feng Yifan stood up and asked, "Oh? Really? Who is it?"
Feng Ruoruo quickly said, "It's Sister Guo, Sister Guo Jingyi."
Feng Yifan suddenly realized: "Oh, it's Guo Jingyi? That little girl is very cute, and very smart, with good grades, and very gentle and elegant."
Guo Hong heard this and said, "Jingyi is a good girl, but she is too bookish. She buries herself in books all day long. I have always wanted her to learn dancing from me, but she just doesn't want to."
Director Fang suddenly said, "Every child has his or her own preferences. You can't force them to like your things. If the child doesn't like it, don't force it."
Li Feier felt a little regretful: "It's a pity that such a great aunt like Teacher Guo doesn't like dancing."
Director Fang smiled and said, "Every child has something they like. I heard that Guo Jingyi has very good grades and writes very well, so we should respect children. Maybe Jingyi will become a female writer in the future?"
Guo Hong said with a smile: "Teacher Fang, you really praised her. She just likes to write those things. It's not easy to be a female writer."
Feng Yifan suddenly said: "Art is all about thinking. Teacher Guo can become a dancer, and it is also possible for my niece to become a writer."
Guo Hong smiled and said, "I will tell Jingyi about this later. She will definitely be very happy."
While we were chatting here, a group of people suddenly came to the stall over there and started making noise.
Feng Yifan heard the noise and looked over, seeing several people arguing in front of the stall, and it seemed as if some of them were there specifically to cause trouble.
Feng Yifan apologized to Guo Hong and Director Fang, then walked towards the stall.
When I arrived in front of the stall, I heard a few young people surrounding the stall shouting.
"Who are you? Isn't this the stall of Chef Feng Yifan? How come you are a young boy like you? What right do you have to be here?"
"That's right, who are you? Can you cook for Chef Feng?"
"Hurry up and call Chef Feng over. We want to eat what Chef Feng cooked himself."
"Yes, go quickly."
After hearing this shouting, Feng Yifan, who was standing beside him, spoke first without waiting for his apprentice to speak: "I'm sorry, I don't want to cook for you, and we don't want to do your business either, please leave."
A group of people turned their heads to look at Feng Yifan. Originally, a few young people wanted to take direct action, but when they saw Feng Yifan's height and figure, they were a little hesitant to go up.
The most important thing is that Feng Yifan's flat head, coupled with his rather fierce face, really makes him look intimidating without even getting angry.
Faced with this situation, the young man didn't dare to shout anymore, but he couldn't swallow this anger.
A young boy stepped forward and said, "We came here to eat because of your reputation as Chef Feng. If you don't cook for us yourself, then aren't you cheating us?"
Feng Yifan pointed at the sign on the cart and said, "Look carefully for yourselves, what is my place called?"
The young man replied: "Su Ji stall."
Feng Yifan nodded: "That's right, Su Ji's stall. I didn't write my name as Feng Yifan's stall, so of course I can run it, or my apprentice can run it, or even anyone from Su Ji can run it."
The young people were stunned when they heard this.
Then a young man said, "We just want to eat what you cook, Chef Feng. If you don't cook it, we won't eat it."
Feng Yifan nodded and said, "Okay, if you don't want to eat, please leave."
After saying this, Feng Yifan simply ignored this group of young people and turned away.
Seeing Feng Yifan turn around and leave, the group of young people were really surprised, but no one dared to stop Feng Yifan for a while.
At this moment, a girl among the young people said: "You are such a bunch of cowards. So many people are frightened by just one person."
As soon as the girl finished speaking, Su Ruoxi came over and said, "You are a young girl, and you are stirring up trouble here. Don't you think you are being mean? If a group of boys are instigated by you and really start a fight, even if so many of them win, what good will you get if they are all taken to the Public Security Bureau?"
Hearing Su Ruoxi's words, a group of young people turned their heads to look at Su Ruoxi, and then the boys looked at the girls.
Su Ruoxi continued, "And I don't think these little guys can really beat my husband. Why don't you let them come together and try?"
Feng Yifan was a little amused when he heard his wife's words: "As a wife, are you expecting your husband to fight with others?"
Su Ruoxi glared at her husband and said, "What's the matter? Are you afraid that you can't beat these young guys?"
Feng Yifan reached out and pulled his wife to his side and said, "It's not that I can't beat them. Don't you think that I'm bullying these kids by hitting them? They are still kids. We need to give them a chance to reform. We can't beat them up at every turn. We can't let them go further down the wrong path."
A group of young people were listening to Feng Yifan's words while watching Feng Yifan and Su Ruoxi holding hands.
The young man didn't expect that this couple could actually show their love in public.
This sudden dog food caught the young people off guard.
Feng Yifan then looked at the young people and said, "Okay, hurry up and leave. If you don't want to eat, don't stay here. I have a lot of customers here."
It took the group of young people a while to come to their senses, and then they looked at each other in bewilderment.
Finally, a boy stood up and said, "Let's eat then. It's almost lunchtime, and we have nowhere else to eat except at your place, Chef Feng."
Feng Yifan replied calmly: "If you want to eat here, let my apprentice cook it. I don't have time now."
After saying this, Feng Yifan took his wife's hand, turned around and left.
Watching the couple turn around and leave hand in hand, the young people looked at each other again, and finally gave up worrying about it and ordered their food obediently at the stall.
Lin Ruifeng remained calm because he had encountered too many such things in recent days.
Normally he can handle it himself, so if you don’t want to eat what he cooks, just leave.
But today, with the arrival of several young people, he was a little overwhelmed. The key point was that he was afraid that the young people would cause trouble in front of the stall.
In the end, the master had to step in and suppress the young man's arrogance with just a few words.
Make some things for the younger ones and hand them over to them.
Lin Ruifeng looked at his master playing with his daughter over there, and couldn't help feeling a little lost.
After hesitating for a moment, he turned around and asked Zhao Daxia: "Sister Zhao, do you think I am too honest? That's why people are not afraid of me? They dare to yell at me, but they dare not speak loudly to my master?"
Zhao Daxia raised her head, looked at Lin Ruifeng's decadent face, and couldn't help laughing.
"Why do you have to make others afraid of you? Can't you let others be impressed by your skills?"
These words made Lin Ruifeng stunned.
Zhao Daxia continued, "Your master is a very burly man, with an oppressive stature. When he stands there, he gives people a sense of oppression, so many people may be afraid when facing him. It is actually quite difficult for you to be like your master."
Lin Ruifeng said unconvincedly: "I can also train to be as strong as Master."
Zhao Daxia smiled and shook her head: "You can't practice it. Your innate conditions don't allow it."
Hearing this, Lin Ruifeng couldn't help feeling a little lost and inferior. He understood that Zhao Daxia was talking about height.
Indeed, the master's 1.85-meter height, coupled with his strong physique, really gives people an oppressive feeling, making it impossible for people to show ferocity in front of him.
Lin Ruifeng was only 1.7 meters tall, and even though he had trained himself to be very strong, he could not exert the same sense of oppression as his master.
Zhao Daxia continued, "As for you, don't think about getting in shape. Just learn what your master taught you well. If you can cook your master's dishes and show your skills, you will naturally be no worse than your master, and no one will dare to question you."
Lin Ruifeng responded: "I understand."
But in fact, I still feel a little dissatisfied.
He hopes to be like his master in every aspect, or one day people will say that he is very much like his master.
But Lin Ruifeng also understood that he might never catch up with his master.
Just when Lin Ruifeng was feeling a little disappointed, a few more diners came. When they saw that it was not Feng Yifan standing at the stall, they turned around and left.
Seeing this scene was a big blow to Lin Ruifeng, making Qin Xu even more depressed.
For the next period of time, Lin Ruifeng was listless and even seemed to be lacking energy in flipping the fried rice.
Zhao Daxia was watching from the side and couldn't help but remind him: "What are you doing, kid? Do you want your master to come and teach you a lesson? Cook well."
After being reminded by Zhao Daxia, Lin Ruifeng suddenly came to his senses. He quickly prepared the fried rice and handed it to the customer, but the disappointment in his heart still remained.
Just when Lin Ruifeng was feeling down and doubting himself, the young man who had caused trouble earlier came over, stood outside the window, gave Lin Ruifeng a thumbs up and said, "Your fried rice is delicious."
Such a simple sentence was like a shot of adrenaline, lifting his depressed mood.
Lin Ruifeng raised his head and looked at the other person. Then several other young people came over, smiling sheepishly, and gave him a thumbs up and said, "The fried rice is great."