After three rounds of wine and five kinds of dishes, this family dinner hosted by Feng Yifan really made everyone enjoy the meal.
There are all kinds of fish and meat on the table, as well as very elegant stir-fried vegetarian side dishes.
It was the first time that the families of Yue Qingsong and Hu Yan truly felt how unique Feng Yifan's cooking skills were.
Even a seemingly simple dish of pickled cabbage with vinegar can be made delicious by Feng Yifan.
By the end, almost all the plates on the table were eaten clean, with not a single bit of leftovers left.
This is not to say that people are not full.
On the contrary, not only did everyone feel full, but they also felt the food was particularly delicious.
After everyone finished their meal, Feng Yifan served a dish of porridge, which was meant to fill everyone's stomachs and help them get rid of the greasy feeling brought by the heavy fish and meat.
Seeing the porridge her father brought over, Feng Ruoruo immediately clapped her hands and cheered: "Oh, there's chicken porridge to eat."
After this meal, Yue Qihao was completely in high spirits and was no longer as reserved with his sister as before.
Hearing his sister cheering, Yue Qihao quickly asked: "What kind of porridge is chicken porridge?"
Feng Ruoruo immediately smiled and said, "Chicken porridge is porridge made with chicken. Brother Haohao, try it. This porridge is delicious. My grandpa, mom, grandparents all like it."
Lu Cuiling, who was holding her granddaughter, also said: "We really like it. This porridge is delicious."
Feng Yifan served everyone one by one, but this time Feng Yifan served a bowl to Yue Qingsong first.
"Here, the first bowl is for Qingsong. First, you drank too much at noon today, so I'll give you a bowl to sober you up. Second, it's also a thank you. I haven't been home for these years and can't accompany my parents. Qingsong, you have replaced me as their son and helped me take care of my parents at home. Thank you, Qingsong."
Yue Qingsong took it and looked at Feng Yifan a little drunkenly.
"You bad guy, I'm really jealous of you. You're just luckier than me. You ran away by yourself, but you were able to find such a good master and marry such a good wife..."
At this point, Yue Qingsong suddenly seemed to realize something, and quickly turned around and said to his wife: "Of course, my wife is also very good, and my wife is definitely better than your wife, Yifan, okay, my dear wife, don't be angry because of my outspoken words just now."
As he spoke, Yue Qingsong held his wife's hand and gently patted the back of her hand to comfort her.
When Qi Yan saw her husband so drunk, she felt a little amused and helpless.
"Okay, if you've had too much to drink, let's just drink the porridge and go home. You can go home and have a good sleep."
Yue Qingsong was naturally unwilling to leave, and then continued to say to Feng Yifan: "You are indeed lucky, but as a brother, I know that you have worked hard and tried your best to achieve what you have today, so I am not jealous of you at all."
After hearing what Yue Qingsong said, Feng Yifan reached out and shook hands with his childhood friend.
"Good brother, Yue Qingsong, you will always be my Feng Yifan's good brother."
Yue Qingsong nodded and said, "Yes, good brother, let me say one last thing. Come back more often when you have time, and bring Ruoruo back to accompany grandpa and grandma, okay?"
Feng Yifan agreed seriously: "Okay, I know, I will."
Then, Feng Yifan served porridge to everyone, and in the end there was almost nothing left in the bowls.
A small bowl for each person, not too much to overeat.
When Yue Qihao started eating, he took a bite and asked curiously: "This is delicious, but this seems to be rice porridge, right?"
In fact, everyone here feels the same way, it’s like just eating a bowl of rice porridge.
At this time, Su Jinrong said with a smile: "Taste those 'rice grains' carefully."
So everyone tasted it carefully again.
Soon Hu Yan's father noticed the difference in the taste.
"Isn't the porridge made of rice?"
Hu Yan's mother murmured in surprise: "If it's not rice, then what is it?"
Yue Qingsong's mother ate several mouthfuls carefully and said, "It doesn't seem to be rice, but it looks very much like rice. What is it?"
Feng Yifan smiled and said, "The porridge is indeed not rice, but chicken paste."
Everyone present was surprised to hear such an answer.
"What? This is pureed chicken? But why can't I taste any meat?"
Su Jinrong explained with a smile: "That's because the chicken paste has been beaten very finely, and the tendons in the meat have been picked out. Then, add the onion and ginger water and stir it into meat paste. Then, sift it with a fine sieve, and only use the very fine chicken paste at the bottom. Finally, use the thickened chicken soup to boil the chicken paste in the pot to set it."
After listening to Su Jinrong's introduction, everyone was really surprised and felt it was really amazing.
Hu Yan's father thought for a moment and said, "So, this porridge is very troublesome to make, right?"
Su Jinrong nodded and replied: "The process is very complicated."
Feng Yifan smiled and said, "It's not very complicated, it just requires a little patience when sifting, and everyone just enjoys the food."
Then everyone continued to drink the porridge, but this time everyone ate it very carefully and savored it seriously.
Qi Yan suddenly said at this time: "The key to this porridge should be related to this soup, right?"
Feng Yifan looked at Qi Yan and laughed: "Sister-in-law is very knowledgeable. She immediately realized the key point of this bowl of porridge. Indeed, the key point is the soup used to cook the porridge."
Qi Yan quickly waved her hands: "I, I don't really understand. I was just thinking that chicken soup should have a lot of oil, and if you want to cook out the flavor, it may not be so clear, so I'm very curious, brother, how do you make this soup?"
Feng Yifan smiled and replied: "The cooked chicken soup cannot be used directly, but needs to be processed, one of which is to clean the oil and impurities in the soup."
Listening to Feng Yifan's story, everyone really found it very interesting, and it was even like seeing Feng Yifan cooking with their own eyes.
After drinking the chicken porridge, the banquet was over, and Feng Yifan and Su Ruoxi cleaned up together.
After clearing the big table in the main room, he served some tea to the elders.
At this time, Hu Yan's father suddenly said, "Let Hu Yan do the dishes."
Yue Qingsong also winked at his wife.
Originally, Feng Yifan was planning to clean up with his wife, but he was driven out by Hu Yan, Qi Yan and his wife.
Su Ruoxi smiled and said, "Go have some tea and chat with the elders. Why do you, a grown man, always get involved in our women's affairs? Go now."
In this way, Feng Yifan was kicked out of the kitchen.
Back in the main room, Feng Yifan looked helpless: "I was driven back in the end."
Everyone in the main room burst into laughter.
Feng Ruoruo rushed directly to her father and threw herself into his arms, letting her father hold her like a lazy kitten.
Feng Yifan held his daughter in his arms and saw that she looked a little sleepy, so he knew it was time for her to take a nap.
"Ruoruo, do you want to go to sleep for a while?"
But Feng Ruoruo obviously didn't want to go. She hugged her father's neck and shook her head: "No, Ruoruo wants to stay here with grandpa, grandma and grandpa."
Seeing her granddaughter's expression, Lu Cuiling said, "Ruoruo should just go to sleep."
Yue Qihao asked curiously: "Why is my sister so sleepy?"
Lu Cuiling smiled and said: "When my sister goes to kindergarten, the kindergarten will arrange a nap, so when it is time for the nap, my sister will start to doze off."
Feng Ruoruo pouted her lips and said to her father, "Ruoruo, can you sleep in Daddy's arms?"
Seeing his daughter begging, Feng Yifan smiled helplessly and nodded: "Okay, Daddy will hold Ruoruo. Ruoruo, sleep in Daddy's arms."
Then Feng Yifan found a chair and sat down, holding his daughter and chatting with everyone.
Seeing this scene, Hu Yan's mother suddenly said: "I said that Hu Yan's father was the only one in our village who doted on his daughter the most. But now that I see Yifan, I understand that Yifan is the one who doted on his daughter the most."
Feng Yifan smiled and put his finger to his mouth, making a gesture of silence.
Then, after everyone in the main room fell silent for a while, they could hear the very regular breathing of the little girl in Feng Yifan's arms.
Then Feng Yifan gently stood up, holding his daughter in his arms, and quietly moved out of the main room with his daughter in his arms.
When he moved to the door, his daughter, who was clearly asleep in his arms, suddenly whispered in his father's ear: "Well, don't go to sleep, stay in daddy's arms."
Feng Yifan smiled slightly, then continued to move out of the main room carefully.
Then he carried his daughter back to his and his wife's room, put her on the bed, and placed the little rabbit her daughter brought back next to her.
Feng Ruoruo seemed not to be completely asleep, and she actually reached out and hugged the little rabbit.
Seeing his daughter sleeping soundly, Feng Yifan felt that his life was perfect at that moment.
After gently kissing his daughter's forehead, Feng Yifan tiptoed out of the room.
When I returned to the main room and passed by the kitchen, I heard some noise inside. I heard three women talking and laughing together.
What surprised Feng Yifan was that his wife actually got along very well with Hu Yan and Qi Yan.
While washing dishes together, the three women chatted about all kinds of interesting things, talking about Feng Yifan and Yue Qingsong, or their own children, and also talking to Hu Yan about the elderly in their family.
When Feng Yifan couldn't help but peek into the kitchen, his wife suddenly raised her head as if she sensed something.
Seeing her husband peeking around, she immediately said, "Feng Yifan, stop peeking around and get out of here. This is our place for women, you're not allowed to come in or eavesdrop."
Faced with his wife's scolding, Feng Yifan had no choice but to shrink his head and leave.
Back in the main room, everyone was chatting happily. Seeing Feng Yifan coming back looking a little dusty, the group of elderly people all started laughing cheerfully.
Lu Cuiling said, "Were you driven back? Your wife is busy over there, don't mess around."
Su Jinrong continued, "Everyone knows that you love your wife, but if Ruoxi wants to do it, you should also support her."
Feng Jiandong finally said with a smile: "Your mother and your father-in-law have said it, so you can sit down and chat with us. We are all very curious about what you did abroad in those years. Tell us about it."
Lu Cuiling also immediately perked up: "Yes, yes, I also want to know, what on earth did you do when you went abroad for five years without coming back?"
Faced with everyone's questions, Feng Yifan could only sit down and start telling everyone about his experiences abroad.
First of all, when he first went abroad, he went to Su Lanxin Company's professional training base.
There, everything had a strict standardized process, so Feng Yifan was not used to it after he entered. He was also the least standard one there, and was eventually expelled from the training base.
Feng Jiandong asked curiously, "Standardized base? Then why is Fujing Building's business not doing well?"
Feng Yifan explained seriously: "Because that set of standards may suit the tastes of foreigners, but it is not authentic Chinese cuisine. So after they took over Fujinglou, they were unable to capture the essence of Chinese cuisine from the beginning, which led to problems."
At this point, Feng Yifan added, "And Dad, you also misunderstood. After my aunt's company team took over, Fujinglou's business is actually better than before."
Lu Cuiling then asked, "Since it is better than before, why does Fujinglou still want you to guide it?"
Everyone present had watched the cooking competition and had also read some of the subsequent related reports.
Knowing that Feng Yifan was invited to be the chef's instructor and reproduced the dishes from the book "Dream of Red Mansions" at Fujinglou, it can be said that Fujinglou became famous all of a sudden and was later reported by many people.
Feng Yifan smiled and said, "Because it is too standardized, what they lack is creativity. In China, there are many restaurants that can do well, so Fujinglou is only standardized and does not have an advantage. So they need my help to help them re-establish the Fujinglou brand."
Yue Qingsong suddenly asked: "By the way, the dishes you made in Fujinglou are said to be the banquet dishes in the book "Dream of Red Mansions". Is that true? Are those dishes from the book "Dream of Red Mansions"? "
Feng Yifan smiled and nodded: "Yes, those dishes are indeed the dishes in the book Dream of the Red Chamber."
Although everyone here may not have actually read the book "Dream of the Red Chamber", everyone is familiar with this famous work.
So when everyone heard Feng Yifan admit that those dishes were indeed replicas of the dishes in the book "Dream of Red Mansions", they were very shocked and had an even more incredible recognition of Feng Yifan's cooking skills.
Su Jinrong spoke again at this time: "Yifan can reproduce the dishes in Dream of Red Mansions, which has surpassed me."
Feng Yifan quickly said, "No, no, Dad, you are still my teacher, and I still have a lot to learn from you."
Su Jinrong waved his hand: "Don't belittle yourself. Your ability now has surpassed mine. You have learned the best from ancient and modern times, both at home and abroad, so you can cook many dishes with ease. This is the style of a true master. Dad is old, and he can only admit defeat."
Su Jinrong's words made everyone present nod in agreement.
Only Lu Cuiling said, "Father-in-law, you can't praise this kid like that. If you praise him like that, he will definitely become proud and complacent. Now that you have recovered, you still have to help us keep an eye on him to prevent him from doing anything out of line."
Feng Jiandong immediately agreed with his wife: "Yes, Lao Su, you can keep an eye on him."
Su Jinrong smiled and said, "Okay, but I still believe in this son-in-law."