Yang Zhiyi was indeed quite miserable. It was the first time that the three little girls gathered at his house. He originally wanted Feng Ruoruo and Chen Yaofei to adapt as quickly as possible, so he took the initiative to play games with the three little girls.
But, as they were playing, Yang Zhiyi became so absorbed in it that he forgot himself in playing with the three little girls.
When the three little girls were tired of playing, they took a bath and went to bed obediently under Li Feier's repeated urging.
After the three little girls fell asleep, Yang Zhiyi suddenly remembered that he had not finished writing his manuscript.
As a result, Yang Zhiyi had no choice but to work late into the night and not go to bed until he finished the manuscript.
Li Feier smiled and said, "Fortunately, our three little darlings are on holiday, otherwise all three girls might be late this morning."
Feng Ruoruo took her father's hand and said, "Dad, Dad, you know what? Uncle Yang is really good at playing games."
Chen Yaofei also said, "Yes, Father Feng, Uncle Yang is very good at playing games. We can't beat Uncle Yang."
Yang Xiaoxi pouted and complained: "Dad Feng, my dad doesn't know how to give in to us kids. He always wants to beat us. He is really a bad guy."
Feng Yifan smiled and looked at Yang Zhiyi: "Look, isn't this a thankless job? You didn't write a script to play with the children, but you didn't write a good script yourself. You beat the children so many times, and all three children have opinions about you. You are really a failure."
Yang Zhiyi said with a sad face: "Can you please stop talking? What you said makes me want to cry."
Feng Yifan laughed out loud: "Hahaha, then just cry. We will all be very happy to see you cry."
After being teased by Feng Yifan, Yang Zhiyi had no choice but to accept it.
Who made his own daughter stand on Father Feng’s side now
After a brief pause in the parking lot, Su Liancheng took the initiative to push his uncle Su Jinrong in a wheelchair and invited everyone to walk to the restaurant in Fujinglou.
Although the cooking competition has not started yet, many people have already arrived, including some very famous judges.
Not only were there people from the provincial catering and food associations, but there were also a few people from the Chinese Gourmet Association.
As for the big names in the domestic culinary world, in addition to Mr. Zhuang Daozhong, there were also several well-known culinary masters, almost all of whom had participated in state banquets.
When everyone saw Feng Yifan and his group, Zhuang Daozhong first stepped forward to greet Su Jinrong.
Then two other masters of the state banquet level walked up and greeted Su Jinrong.
Although these two were not disciples of Master Su Quansheng, they had received instruction from him at a state banquet, so they were very polite when they met Su Jinrong today.
"Jinrong, you have given up a lot over the years to support Su Ji. We really admire you."
"Yes, after listening to Brother Zhuang's introduction, we really admire you in our hearts."
Su Jinrong looked at his uncle, then at the two famous state banquet masters, and said politely, "You two are too kind. The Su Ji was passed down from our ancestors, but Jinrong has not been able to carry it forward. I am really ashamed of my ancestors and do not deserve your respect."
One of them looked at Feng Yifan and said, "Jinrong, you are too modest. You are able to train a top chef like Yifan and also get five stars abroad. It's really amazing."
Another said: "Yes, it is not easy to get five stars abroad."
Feng Yifan quickly said, "Thank you for your praise. I have always remembered my father-in-law's teachings, which has led to my current achievements. However, I will not be complacent with just a little bit of success. Yifan will definitely work harder to hone my cooking skills even better."
Zhuang Daozhong smiled and said, "Okay, okay, if Feng Yifan can hone his cooking skills even better, what will we old guys do in the future? Can we just retire?"
As soon as Zhuang Daozhong said this, everyone present laughed.
Several judges took the initiative to shake hands with Feng Yifan and expressed their expectations for him.
Zhuang Daozhong understood everyone's expectations of Feng Yifan's true level, so he said, "Yifan, since you are here today, why don't you show us your skills? We are very much looking forward to seeing the strength that a five-star chef like you can demonstrate."
Feng Yifan smiled and said, "Today is the final of the cooking competition. It's not good for me to take the lead, right?"
A well-known domestic gourmet said: "Chef Feng is really modest. You didn't originally participate in the competition, so your performance is also a kind of encouragement to the contestants. In addition, your cooking is also what many people who follow this competition are looking forward to."
Seeing Feng Yifan still hesitant, Zhuang Daozhong continued, "Yifan, don't be so modest. Show off your skills before the competition. It can also be considered as a promotion for Huaicheng. Let people in other cities who are preparing to host competitions know that Huaicheng has a master like you. Don't let them underestimate you."
After hearing what his uncle said, Feng Yifan finally nodded and agreed: "Okay."
In fact, Mei Ru had already asked someone to prepare, and had also arranged a cooking show for Feng Yifan before the official competition.
After everyone chatted for a while, the judges returned to their seats and some invited audience members came in one after another.
Su Liancheng specifically requested Feng Yifan: "Brother-in-law, please go to the kitchen. I beg you. I am really worried that something might go wrong in today's situation."
Seeing Su Liancheng's request very humbly, Feng Yifan had no choice but to agree.
When Feng Yifan stepped into the kitchen, everyone in the kitchen of Fujing Building was already on high alert, and everyone seemed to be waiting for his arrival.
Seeing him enter the kitchen, all the cooks in the kitchen applauded and welcomed him.
Faced with this situation, Feng Yifan was not polite to the people in the kitchen.
"You know what? I came here and saw you like this. I was actually very disappointed. I didn't expect that you would still welcome me here when the guests outside were already seated. Don't you know that now is the time for you to prepare the dishes
Do you think that the guests who came here today are just spectators watching the game
Don't forget that they are not just spectators, they are also guests of Fujinglou, and a group of examiners of your performance today, so you should not welcome me here, but do your work in your respective positions. "
After Feng Yifan said this, all the cooks immediately returned to their respective posts.
At this time, Lin Ruilong suddenly came to Feng Yifan and said proudly, "Brother Feng, you actually came to Fujing Building. I didn't expect it. Where is Ruifeng? Didn't he come with you?"
Feng Yifan looked at Lin Ruilong and said without a smile: "What are you doing here?"
Lin Ruilong didn't turn around. When he heard the question, he answered directly: "I, I am Lin Ruilong, Lin Ruifeng's cousin, so I came here to entertain you."
Feng Yifan still had a serious look on his face: "Do I need your hospitality? Didn't you hear what I just said?"
The two consecutive questions completely confused Lin Ruilong.
It was Lin Ruilong's master from Fujing Building who ran over and took him to apologize to Feng Yifan, and then took Lin Ruilong away to work.
Feng Yifan stood in the back kitchen of Fujing Building and took a look at the entire process of the chefs in Fujing Building.
Some of the problems were pointed out bluntly, such as the chef's inadequate cutting methods.
There were also some minor problems in the cooking process, which were pointed out by Feng Yifan without hesitation, and he bluntly asked the chefs in the kitchen to improve them.
Moreover, when serving the dishes, he personally adjusted the presentation of each dish.
"Color, aroma, and taste, if you can't even arrange the dishes, then you don't need to work here."
Feng Yifan's cleanup really gave the atmosphere in the kitchen of Fujing Building a new look. The chefs in the kitchen seemed to have regained their enthusiasm and spirit.
As the snacks and appetizers were served one by one.
Feng Yifan also took a careful look around the kitchen, selected a lot of things, and prepared to present one of his dishes to the outside world.
In the Fujing Building in front, the ceremony before the finals has already been held.
First of all, there are naturally some speeches, introductions from the judges, and some on-site interactions.
The second item is to introduce some of the contestants this time and also give a full introduction to the previous competition processes.
The third item was the appearance of the two finalists, along with some snacks they had prepared in advance.
When Zhang Fenglin took the stage to speak, he spoke about his experiences without hiding anything.
“Maybe some of you know me and know that I used to be the head chef of Fujinglou. But a few months ago, I was kicked out of Fujinglou because I was not able to do what a head chef should do. I lost to a young female chef, so I had to leave Fujinglou in disgrace.
But I stand here again today, standing in this final, just to win the chance to return to Fujing Building with my own hands. "
After listening to Zhang Fenglin's words, Su Jinrong said to Zhang Maosheng who was sitting next to him: "Fenglin has grown up."
Zhang Maosheng nodded and said, "Yes, I have indeed grown up, and I have Yifan to thank for that."
Su Jinrong waved his hand: "It's because his own understanding has improved. It's not just because of Yifan. Sometimes it's more effective to see the facts yourself than to be taught by others."
Zhang Maosheng nodded: "Yes, that's right, it is indeed necessary to be able to see oneself clearly."
After Zhang Fenglin introduced himself, he also made his final statement.
"I, Zhang Fenglin, will definitely get back what I deserve this time. I want to become the head chef of Fujinglou again."
After Zhang Fenglin, Qi Deqiang stood up to introduce himself.
“A month ago, I thought I was a top chef. It wasn’t until I met the real master, the five-star chef Feng, and saw the dishes he cooked in his restaurant that I realized I was just a frog in a well.
During the month of participating in the competition here, I kept honing myself and never went to Su Ji again, but I was holding my breath in my heart. I just wanted to win this competition and then go to Su Ji again to meet Chef Feng and show him my determination.
I will definitely work hard to win the championship this time and become a top chef like Chef Feng."
Qi Deqiang's words naturally won applause from many people at the scene.
A state banquet master sitting next to Zhuang Daozhong whispered to him, "It seems that these two contestants were influenced by Feng Yifan."
Zhuang Daozhong also nodded and said, "Yes, in fact, it is precisely because of Feng Yifan's return that the culinary standards in Huaicheng have been raised to a higher level."
Another state banquet chef said with a smile: "Then we should taste his dishes."
Zhuang Daozhong smiled and said, "Don't worry, you should be able to taste it soon."
The process was still going on. Some dishes prepared in advance by Zhang Fenglin and Qi Deqiang were presented one by one, allowing the judges present to have some consideration of them first.
What surprised everyone was Qi Deqiang's remarkable progress during this period.
This also made Zhang Fenglin feel the pressure all of a sudden.
A month ago, Qi Deqiang was just a small chef, and there were more or less flaws in the cooking process of many dishes.
At that time, Zhang Fenglin did not really regard the other party as an opponent.
But in just one month, Qi Deqiang has indeed made obvious progress.
This shows that during this month, he has indeed been making continuous progress, accumulating little by little, and gradually improving his cooking skills.
After a round of tasting, the judges had some impression of the two chefs.
The two state banquet masters invited by Zhuang Daozhong were also relatively recognized.
"It seems that the cooking skills of these two are indeed up to standard. No wonder they can stand out. I believe that they will both make further progress in the future."
"It's true that every generation has its own talents. These two chefs are really good."
Feng Ruoruo, Yang Xiaoxi and Chen Yaofei were with their respective parents, and then, as arranged, they tasted the dishes of the two contestants.
After eating, Feng Ruoruo pouted and said, "Why hasn't Dad come on stage yet?"
Su Ruoxi heard her daughter's words and said with a smile: "You little foodie, you must be thinking about Dad's dishes again, right? Dad is still cooking in the kitchen, you need to wait patiently."
Feng Ruoruo came close to her grandfather and said, "Grandpa, can you please let Dad hurry up?"
Su Jinrong was a little amused when he heard what his granddaughter said: "How can grandpa be faster than your dad? And if he is too fast, the dishes made by dad will not be good. So Ruoruo must be patient, otherwise you will not be able to wait for dad's delicious dishes."
After hearing what her grandfather said, the little girl had no choice but to go back to her mother and wait.
At this time in the kitchen, Feng Yifan had already started cooking.
What surprised the chefs in the kitchen of Fujinglou was that Feng Yifan was not cooking behind their backs, but was cooking his dishes in front of all the chefs in the kitchen.