In the kitchen of Fujing Building, the chefs were really excited after receiving the feedback from the front, and they looked at Feng Yifan with even more admiration.
Feng Yifan took his time and led the three little girls to pick bamboo shoots.
"Look, the dish that Dad is going to make next is called 'Chicken Marrow Bamboo Shoots'. We need to choose bamboo shoots that are relatively tender and not too thick, like this, about the thickness of Dad's finger."
The three little girls followed Father Feng, squatting next to a pile of bamboo shoots, watching Father Feng pick them.
The three little girls found it very interesting to watch Father Feng picking and cutting the bamboo shoots with a knife and then pulling out the tender bamboo shoot core.
Among them, Chen Yaofei was the one who listened most attentively among the three little girls.
She would also raise her own questions: "Dad Feng, how do you know that the bamboo shoots inside are about the same thickness as your finger?"
Feng Yifan explained with a smile: "It's just a rough measurement. You see, this is thicker, and this kind of bamboo shoots are also older. We can't use it to make chicken marrow bamboo shoots."
Feng Ruoruo looked at her father's gestures and stretched out her little hands to rummage through the pile of bamboo shoots.
Soon the little girl found one and said, "Dad, look, is this one ok?"
When Yang Xiaoxi saw Feng Ruoruo rummaging around, she also found one and asked Feng's father to help take a look.
Feng Yifan looked at the bamboo shoots in the hands of the two little girls and said, "Well, any thickness is fine, but Xixi's is better. Ruoruo's isn't that straight."
Feng Ruoruo dropped what she had in her hand and stretched out her little hand to continue searching.
The two chefs, Zhang Fenglin and Qi Deqiang, came over at this time and looked at them curiously.
Feng Yifan turned his head and glanced at the two chefs and said, "In fact, it is best to use bamboo shoots from Tianmu Mountain to make chicken marrow bamboo shoots, but now it is out of season, so we can only use these slightly tenderer local bamboo shoots instead."
Hearing this, Zhang Fenglin asked again: "Does chicken have any particular taste?"
Feng Yifan smiled and asked, "Do you think that chicken marrow and bamboo shoots are such a rare delicacy, so chicken should also be a rare delicacy? Then we can use Rongjiang small fragrant chicken?"
Qi Deqiang thought for a while and said, "Well, it's not too much. Since it is a rare dish in Honglou, the ingredients must be good enough. It's not too much to use Rongjiang small fragrant chicken."
Feng Yifan laughed and said, "Hahaha, you are exaggerating. The reason why dishes are rare is because of the chef's cooking. If we simply distinguish them by the preciousness and high-endness of the ingredients, then what do we chefs do?"
After hearing this, Zhang Fenglin and Qi Deqiang nodded in agreement.
Feng Yifan continued, "Some ingredients can be pursued, but some actually don't need to be pursued too much. For example, for this dish of chicken marrow bamboo shoots, the key lies in the bamboo shoots. As for the minced chicken stuffed in it, there is no need to pursue a high-quality chicken. The key lies in the preparation and seasoning of the minced chicken."
At this point, Feng Yifan turned around and shouted to the cooks in charge of the soup, "Your soup today was barely acceptable, but overall it's still not good enough. You didn't control the heat well when sweeping the soup. Next time, I hope you can make progress and not always stand still."
The group of chefs in charge of the soup quickly agreed: "Okay, Chef Feng."
Feng Yifan then said to Zhang Fenglin and Qi Deqiang: "You two are the chefs. You must supervise these things and ensure the overall quality of the dishes. You can't be perfunctory."
Zhang Fenglin and Qi Deqiang naturally lowered their heads and agreed seriously.
When Feng Yifan said these few words, the three little girls started looking for bamboo shoots together. By the time Feng's father looked, the three little girls had already picked out a bunch of bamboo shoots.
Seeing the pile of bamboo shoots picked out by the little girls, Feng Yifan couldn't help but laugh.
"Hahaha, my three little darlings, you picked out too many bamboo shoots. We can't use so many today."
The three little girls waved their muddy little hands and shouted happily.
"Dad, you use them all. Do more."
"Father Feng, you can use it slowly."
"Yes, Father Feng, can you make more dishes? Otherwise, there won't be enough to eat."
Feng Yifan smiled and agreed: "Okay, then Dad Feng will pick a few, and the rest will be left to the uncles and aunts here to deal with."
The three little girls naturally nodded in agreement.
Feng Yifan picked out a few and gave the rest to the two chefs.
"You guys arrange for someone to take care of these. It's best to empty the hearts as well. If someone orders this dish again today, you can prepare it in advance."
Zhang Fenglin immediately arranged for someone to come and take the selected bamboo shoots away for processing.
It is not difficult to see from this point that Qi Deqiang is still adapting to the job of head chef. Zhang Fenglin, who was previously the head chef of Fujinglou, is more accustomed to this kind of command and dispatch.
Feng Yifan then started to make chicken marrow bamboo shoots.
Although it has been made once before, and the chefs at Fujinglou have also learned it collectively from watching videos.
But today, seeing Feng Yifan doing it himself, everyone was still very curious and watched.
Feng Yifan had prepared everything. When injecting chicken puree into the hollowed-out bamboo shoots, Feng Yifan brought three little girls with him, holding their little hands while injecting the mixture.
This made the three little girls who were able to participate very happy.
After the bamboo shoots were steamed, Feng Yifan cut and sliced them himself, then arranged them on the plate in the same way as before, making a peacock, and then poured the remaining seasoned soup from the steamed bamboo shoots on it.
The chicken marrow bamboo shoots were sent out and naturally attracted the attention of diners on Fujing Road again.
When Mr. Liao Chen saw the chicken marrow bamboo shoots coming up, he was also a little excited: "It's really beautiful. Just looking at the presentation makes me feel relaxed and happy."
Some other diners also stretched their heads to look at the chicken marrow bamboo shoots on the plate and were all amazed.
"it's beautiful."
"Of course it's beautiful. Don't you watch TV?"
"Yes, that's what Chef Feng makes on TV."
"Then this must have been made by Chef Feng himself."
"That's not necessarily the case. Maybe someone else imitated Chef Feng's dish and made it?"
"Impossible, I know Chef Feng's plating skills, this dish must have been made by Chef Feng himself."
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When some diners were arguing about whether it was made by Feng Yifan himself.
Su Liancheng also stood up and said, "Everyone, please don't argue. We at Fujinglou invited Chef Feng to come here as a guide, so we can't let Chef Feng make every dish. We can only say that these dishes were definitely made under Chef Feng's supervision, but we can't guarantee that they were made by Chef Feng himself."
In fact, Su Liancheng certainly knew that if he said these dishes were made by Feng Yifan himself, it would bring more booming business to Fujinglou, but he also knew that he couldn't say that.
Because once that was said, Feng Yifan would no longer stay in Fujing Building permanently.
Diners might say that Fujinglou deceived them.
That would only make Fujinglou's reputation worse.
So even though Su Liancheng knew that the dishes on Liao Chen's table were made by Feng Yifan himself, he still told the diners that he could not guarantee that the dishes were made by Feng Yifan.
After Su Liancheng gave such advance warning, the diners at Fujinglou expressed their understanding.
"Chef Feng is a five-star chef, he really can't just do whatever he wants."
"Chef Feng will definitely wait until Su Ji resumes business before showing off his skills in his own restaurant."
“Hehe, if you really want to taste Chef Feng’s cooking, you can go to the stall across from the ancient street.”
"It seems that Chef Feng is not cooking over there anymore, but his apprentice is doing it."
"It depends on luck. Sometimes you're lucky enough to come across food made by Chef Feng himself. But they mainly serve snacks, not dishes. However, the roast goose, roast duck, barbecued pork and wontons are really delicious, especially the bowl of wontons. They're so delicious."
"Yes, I know that too. That bowl of wontons paired with that sesame seed cake is really delicious."
"Wontons with sesame cakes? How do you eat this?"
Some diners who have never been there can't help but feel curious
A customer who had been there explained immediately: "This is a special way to eat it. The sesame seed cake is said to be called grass oven sesame seed cake, which is a very ancient sesame seed cake. It is very delicious when soaked in chicken soup. The soup base of the wontons at Chef Feng's stall is a very clear chicken soup, so it is just right to eat them together."
At this time, Liao Chen, who was tasting chicken marrow bamboo shoots and drinking wine, suddenly spoke.
"Oh? Chicken soup crepe wontons, with grass oven sesame cakes? It's absolutely delicious. I didn't expect that Huaicheng could have such delicious food."
At this point, the old man asked the diners he introduced, "Where is that stall?"
The diner immediately told the old man the address.
Liao Chen wrote it down and made up his mind to find some time to go and try it.
The customer then said, "Grandpa, if you want to go, remember to go at night, because the wontons are not available at noon and are only sold at night."
Liao Chen smiled and said to the kind diner: "Thank you for the reminder, I'll make a note of it."
This afternoon, Feng Yifan showed off a lot of things in Fujing Building.
Even the three-spice buns that Fujinglou is so proud of were adjusted by Feng Yifan, so that the taste of Fujinglou's three-spice buns was improved.
While Feng Yifan was busy in the kitchen, Su Liancheng drove away from Fujing Building.
Su Liancheng drove back to the ancient street and went directly to Su Ji.
At this time, not only Chen Yaofei's grandparents, but also Yang Xiaoxi's father Yang Zhiyi were at Su Ji.
Lin Ruifeng and Zhao Daxia have already gone to set up the stall together. Su Ruoxi and the others stayed behind, waiting for Feng Yifan to bring the children back, and then everyone will go to the small market together.
But what I didn't expect was that the person who would come was Su Liancheng.
After Su Liancheng entered the room, he directly stated his purpose.
"Uncle, cousin, and brother-in-law are still busy in the kitchen with the children. I'm coming to pick you all up. You can have lunch at Fujing Building. It's my treat."
After hearing Su Liancheng's words, everyone looked at each other in surprise.
Su Ruoxi then said, "If we all go over there, what about Xiaolin and the stall at noon?"
Then, Su Ruoxi said to Su Liancheng, "You should ask them to come back. You need to go to the stall to take care of it at noon. Otherwise, Xiaolin may not be able to handle it alone."
Su Liancheng thought for a moment and said, "Don't worry, sister. How about I ask Fujinglou to call a few people to help?"
Su Ruoxi immediately said with a smile: "The chef from Fujinglou comes to help? We can't afford it."
These words made everyone present burst into laughter.
Yang Zhiyi said with a smile: "Chef of Fujinglou, come and help me set up the stall. This will be a very interesting story to tell others."
Su Jinrong said at this time: "Well, let's put it this way. Since Liancheng invited us to go, and the children must have a lot of fun in Fujing Building, let's go. Today is also a test for Ruifeng to see if he can hold on by himself."
After hearing what Su Jinrong said, Su Liancheng really breathed a sigh of relief.
The elderly couple Chen Shoulin and Li Xiuchun also agreed.
Su Ruoxi thought for a moment and said, "Okay, then let's go to Fujing Tower together. But you should tell Xiaolin before you go, right?"
Yang Zhiyi said, "How about this, you guys follow him to Fujing Building, I'll go drive the car and tell Xiaolin by the way."
After Yang Zhiyi said this, everyone agreed.
Then Su Liancheng pushed his uncle out, and Su Ruoxi also locked the door of Su Ji.
Yang Zhiyi went to the small market first and told Lin Ruifeng about the matter.
"Ruifeng, today is your big test. You must work hard and don't let your master down. Your master and grandmaster are very optimistic about you."
Lin Ruifeng responded seriously: "Okay, I will definitely work hard."
Zhao Daxia helped by saying, "All of you, stop looking down on Xiao Lin, okay? He's also working very hard. Isn't it Xiao Lin who's been busy these days? The two of us are enough. It doesn't matter whether the boss comes or not."
Yang Zhiyi smiled and said, "Well, Sister Zhao is still confident. Xiaolin, you should learn from her."
Zhao Daxia added, "Don't come on, I don't have anything to teach Xiaolin, it's mainly because Xiaolin works hard enough, go ahead and don't worry, there's no problem with us."
Lin Ruifeng also said: "Yes, there is no problem on our side."
Yang Zhiyi smiled and waved goodbye to the two of them.
After Yang Zhiyi left, Shen Qingluo suddenly jumped out and said, "Since my uncle is not coming today, I will go in and help you today."
Lin Ruifeng looked at Shen Qingluo and said, "You want to come in and help? Or maybe not? There's so much smoke in here."
Shen Qingluo was eager to try and said, "What are you afraid of? I can cook, okay? If you don't care, I'm not afraid either. Besides, I have an apron."
Seeing the two young people, Zhao Daxia smiled and said, "Then let Xiao Shen come in. You two young people working together is called men and women working together without getting tired."
Lin Ruifeng couldn't persuade Shen Qingluo in the first place, and with Zhao Daxia's help, he had no choice but to agree.
Shen Qingluo quickly entered the stall and put on the apron she had prepared.
Standing in front of the iron stove on the cart, Shen Qingluo was really eager to try.