When it was time for breakfast in the morning, Su Ruoxi glared at her husband before she even sat down. After she sat down, she quietly touched her husband's waist and pinched him without hesitation.
Su Ruoxi had a good sense of timing and took action just when her husband handed the jade steamed buns to her daughter.
Feng Yifan was in pain but held it in and dared not make a sound. He put the steamed buns in his daughter's bowl with a smile on his face.
"Come on, let's have Ruoruo's favorite Emerald Shaomai. Dad used some ingredients from grandma's house today, so today's Emerald Shaomai is even greener. Come and try it."
Put it away for my daughter. After saying this, Feng Yifan quickly reached out and touched his wife's hand on her waist.
Su Ruoxi held the flesh tightly and refused to let go. Even when her husband touched her hand, she still kept smiling and looked at her husband.
Feng Yifan gently stroked his wife's hand, smiling and looking at her for mercy.
But Su Ruoxi seemed not to notice it. Instead, she turned her head away and talked to her mother-in-law: "Mom, you and Dad are so comfortable here. It's so quiet at night. I slept very well last night."
Lu Cuiling smiled and responded: "It must be quiet at night in the countryside, but the roosters in the village crowed a little early in the morning. Did they disturb you?"
Su Ruoxi turned her head to look at her husband and said, "No, the crowing didn't wake me up, otherwise why would Ruoruo wake me up?"
As she said this, Su Ruoxi increased the strength of her hands on her husband's waist.
Obviously, she could easily guess that it must be her husband who asked her daughter to wake her up.
Feng Yifan felt pain again, especially when his wife pinched his skin. It was too painful. He could only lean close to his wife's ear and whispered for mercy: "Honey, I was wrong, spare my life."
Hearing her husband begging for mercy, Su Ruoxi finally let go of his hand. She said contentedly, "Okay, let's eat. After dinner, we'll go to the vegetable garden with our parents."
Feng Ruoruo raised her hand and cheered: "Okay, let's go to the vegetable garden to play."
Lu Cuiling smiled and said, "Yes, after we're full, we'll set off, taking Ruoruo, mom and grandpa with us, and then let dad go buy some groceries and cook for us at home."
Feng Ruoruo immediately exclaimed when she heard this: "Ah, Dad isn't going?"
Grandma smiled and said, "Dad is cooking at home, otherwise there will be no food when he comes back at noon."
Feng Ruoruo pouted and said, "But, Ruoruo wants Dad to go with her."
Grandpa thought for a moment and said, "How about this, we all go together, and let Dad go to buy vegetables first, and then we continue to play in the vegetable garden for a while before coming back, okay?"
Grandpa's arrangement satisfied the little granddaughter: "Okay, Dad will go with us, and then we will go buy groceries and cook."
Su Ruoxi said to her daughter, "Okay, Dad has agreed to go with us, so hurry up and eat your meal."
Feng Ruoruo also immediately sat down and started to eat obediently.
Just as the family was having dinner, there was a knock on the door.
Feng Yifan stood up and walked over to open the door.
I saw that it was Yue Qingsong’s son Yue Qihao who was standing at the door, panting.
Seeing the boy standing at the door, Feng Yifan was also a little surprised: "You came here alone? Have you told your grandmother and parents?"
Yue Qihao tried to calm himself down, and then replied: "Uncle Feng, I, I am not late, am I?"
Feng Yifan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and called the boy in: "No, come in first, have you eaten?"
Yue Qihao followed Feng Yifan into the house and saw people eating around a table under the persimmon tree in the small courtyard. He couldn't help but swallow his saliva when he saw the various breakfasts on the table.
Feng Yifan smiled and said, "You haven't eaten yet? Come sit down and eat together."
While her husband was asking the boy to sit down, Su Ruoxi had already gone to the kitchen to get new dishes and chopsticks.
Lu Cuiling asked curiously, "Haohao, why did you come here alone?"
Yue Qihao replied: "Grandma Lu, I was afraid it would be late in the morning, so I came here alone."
Feng Jiandong laughed and said, "What are you doing late for? It's still early. I'm afraid your dad hasn't gotten up yet."
Yue Qihao turned his head and looked at Grandpa Feng and said, "Yes, Grandpa Feng, my dad hasn't gotten up yet."
Su Ruoxi took out the bowl and chopsticks and placed them in front of the boy and said, "Okay, let's eat first. You must be so tired after running here. Ruoxi, hurry up and thank your brother for coming here so early in the morning."
Feng Ruoruo put down the spoon in her hand and said, "Thank you, Brother Haohao."
Yue Qihao waved his hand: "No, you're welcome."
Then, Yue Qihao picked up the chopsticks and looked at the various breakfasts on the table. He was a little at a loss as to where to start.
Because whether it was the buns or steamed dumplings on the table, they looked different than anything he had ever seen before, and each one looked very delicious.
Seeing Yue Qihao sitting down, staring at the delicious noodles on the table, he didn't make any move for a long time.
Su Ruoxi smiled and said to her daughter: "Ruoruo, do you want to recommend someone to Brother Haohao?"
After hearing what her mother said, Feng Ruoruo immediately started introducing them to her brother: "Brother Haohao, look, this is the siomai my father made. The green one is called Jade Siomai, and this is the bun my father made. You can eat siomai or bun."
After listening to Feng Ruoruo's introduction, Yue Qihao was stunned for a moment, then he raised his chopsticks and picked up a steamed bun.
Feng Ruoruo saw it and said immediately: "Brother Haohao, that shaomai is delicious. Ruoruo likes it too. You should try it quickly. Dad used the ingredients from grandma's house, so it tastes even better."
Yue Qihao listened for a long time, then picked up the jade steamed bun, put it to his mouth and took a big bite.
After taking a bite, Yue Qihao found that the steamed bun was sweet as he chewed it slowly in his mouth.
But the sweetness was not too greasy, instead Yue Qihao found it delicious.
After eating what was in his mouth, Yue Qihao did not hesitate and continued to eat, finishing the whole steamed bun in two bites.
After finishing the meal, Yue Qihao licked his lips and said, "This shaomai is really delicious."
Feng Ruoruo said with a smile: "Of course, my father's cooking must be delicious. Brother Haohao, try the buns my father made."
Then, Yue Qihao tried to pick up a bun with chopsticks.
But the buns were too big and Yue Qihao couldn’t pick them up with chopsticks.
Seeing this, Feng Jiandong said, "Eat with your hands. You don't have to be so polite when eating at home."
With Feng Jiandong's words, Yue Qihao was not polite and just reached out to take it.
But the moment he stretched out his hand, he was stopped by Lu Cuiling.
"Wait a minute, Xiaohao, why are your hands so dirty? Aren't you afraid of getting sick if you eat with them? Go wash your hands quickly."
Yue Qihao looked at his hand and quickly took it back, feeling a little embarrassed.
"I, when I ran over here, I touched the wall outside."
It turned out that when Yue Qihao was running in the morning, he ran too fast, so every time he turned a corner, he would reach out and press the wall at the corner to provide a little cushioning force.
So after running all the way here, my hands are covered in dust.
The boy was still very obedient and washed his hands carefully.
When he came back again, he reached out and grabbed a big bun.
The buns were no longer hot at this time. Yue Qihao first smelled them and felt that they did not seem to have any special taste. Then he opened his mouth wide and took a bite.
After taking a bite, Yue Qihao instantly felt that this bun was different.
The bun skin was very soft, making Yue Qihao feel like he was eating marshmallows.
Moreover, the bun skin was very thin, and the filling could be felt when one took a bite. There was also soup in the filling, which covered Yue Qihao's mouth.
He sipped a few times, sucked the soup into his mouth, and wiped his mouth carefully with the bun skin.
Then Yue Qihao began to chew the bun in his mouth.
Very strong meaty aroma, with some vegetable flavors as well.
Normally Yue Qihao doesn’t like to eat vegetables. Every time his family makes dumplings, he always asks for meat buns and almost never eats vegetable buns.
But today, this big bun contains not only meat, but also vegetables.
If it was made at home, Yue Qihao would definitely not like it, he just likes to eat buns made with pure meat.
But now, when he took a bite of the bun, he suddenly felt that vegetable buns were also delicious.
Without much pause, he ate the big bun in his hand in five or six big bites.
After eating the bun, Yue Qihao reached out for the second one without hesitation.
Feng Ruoruo was surprised when she saw it and said, "Wow, can Brother Haohao eat that much? Ruoruo only needs to eat half a bun each time."
Su Jinrong smiled and said, "Because Ruoruo is young and a girl, you eat less, but your brother Haohao is a big boy and a boy, so he will eat more. Let your brother Haohao eat, and make sure he is full in the morning."
Yue Qihao also grabbed it and continued to eat the bun in his hand in big mouthfuls.
At this moment, the boy really thought the buns were delicious.
No matter whether it was the buns made by his grandma and mother or the buns sold in the village bun shop, none of them were as delicious as the one he ate today.
After Yue Qihao finished the buns, Su Ruoxi served him a bowl of wontons.
Feng Ruoruo immediately introduced: "Brother Haohao, this is the wonton made by my father. It's also very delicious. You should try it quickly."
Feng Yifan smiled and said, "I was not well prepared this morning and didn't make a very good chicken soup. The soup of the wontons today is not very good. You guys just have to make do with it."
Feng Ruoruo immediately supported her father: "Dad, Ruoruo thinks it's delicious."
Su Ruoxi smiled and said, "In the eyes of you, your father's little fangirl, what does your father cook that doesn't taste good?"
Feng Ruoruo nodded with a smile: "Everything my father cooks is delicious."
Yue Qihao looked at the wontons in the bowl. It was the first time he had seen wontons with such thin skin. There were also various ingredients in the soup in the bowl. It looked very rich and delicious.
When the boy was about to start eating, a voice sounded behind him: "I was wondering why you disappeared so early in the morning? So you ran to your Grandpa Feng and Grandma Lu's place to eat for free, right? If you come to eat your Uncle Feng's breakfast, what about the breakfast made by Grandma and Mom?"
Hearing the voice, Yue Qihao turned around and saw his father standing at the door.
When the boy saw his father coming in, he felt a little embarrassed. He lowered his head and didn't even dare to eat the wontons.
Feng Ruoruo greeted Uncle Yue who came in: "Hello, Uncle Yue, don't say brother, brother came here so early in the morning to take Ruoruo to play in the vegetable garden. Grandma and Aunt made breakfast, Uncle Yue, you can eat it."
After hearing what his daughter said, Feng Yifan smiled and said to Yue Qingsong who came in: "Look, my daughter said it so well. It's not wrong for your son to come to our house for breakfast. You can just eat the food cooked at home. Why make things difficult for the child?"
After hearing this, Yue Qingsong pretended to be unhappy and said, "Hey, Feng Yifan, what do you mean? Are you saying that the food my mom and my wife cook is not as good as yours?"
Feng Yifan could tell that his friend was pretending to be angry, so he smiled and said, "Look, Haohao is eating so happily, so you know it must be because I cooked it well. You can't blame Auntie and sister-in-law for this, not to mention that you, a grown man, can't even cook."
These words left Yue Qingsong speechless.
After being stunned for a long time, Yue Qingsong could only smile bitterly and said, "Well, I can't compare with you, a chef. I didn't say that I couldn't let my son come over for breakfast. I just thought that he should at least tell us when he went out in the morning. My mother and I haven't gotten up yet, so you can tell grandma."
Yue Qihao finally understood why his father was unhappy when he came over.
The boy also quickly stood up, turned around and said to his father: "Dad, I'm sorry."
Yue Qingsong patted his son's head and said, "Okay, sit down and eat. You thought of running to take your sister to the vegetable garden to play, which is a promise you keep. This is worthy of praise, but next time, remember to tell grandma before running out the door."
Yue Qihao agreed: "I understand, Dad."
Feng Yifan saw Yue Qingsong standing aside and watching, so he invited him: "Why don't you sit down and eat something?"
Yue Qingsong was obviously waiting for this sentence, and he quickly agreed: "Okay, then I won't be polite."
Hearing this, everyone laughed. Feng Jiandong said, "Hurry up and sit down to eat. Ruoxi, go get Qingsong a bowl of wontons as well."
Su Ruoxi stood up, went to the kitchen to get new bowls and chopsticks, and served Yue Qingsong a bowl of wontons.
Although Yue Qingsong had eaten at home, he was still a little surprised to see this bowl of wontons.
"This, this little wonton, isn't it the same kind that grandma made for us when she was still alive? Grandma said it was called crepe wonton."
Seeing that his childhood friend still remembered it, Feng Yifan said, "Yes, it's the crepe wontons that grandma used to make."
At this point, Feng Yifan and Yue Qingsong looked at each other. These two good friends, who are now fathers, began to miss Feng Yifan's grandmother again.
Now think about it, maybe Feng Yifan’s ability to become a top chef was also influenced by his grandmother.
Because Feng Yifan’s grandmother was indeed a good cook.