Not long after Feng Jiandong and Lu Cuiling returned home, Su Ruoxi also came back with Feng Ruoruo.
As soon as she got home, little Feng Ruoruo did not go to look for her little duck, but rushed directly to the kitchen of her grandparents' house with Tiantian who was following behind her.
Rushing into the kitchen, Feng Ruoruo looked around for a long time, as if she was looking for something in the kitchen
Su Jinrong saw his granddaughter's look, smiled and asked, "Ruoruo, what are you looking for?"
Feng Ruoruo immediately asked, "Grandpa, where is big brother Ning Cheng? Didn't he come to learn how to cut vegetables from dad? Why didn't I see him? Did dad not call him?"
Feng Yifan smiled as he cooked, "Brother Ning Cheng has gone back."
Feng Ruoruo suddenly exclaimed: "Oh, they all went back? Did he learn it?"
Feng Yifan asked his daughter, "If he hasn't learned it yet, can we still let him live with his grandparents?"
Feng Ruoruo immediately said, "No, how can he live here? There is no place for him at grandpa and grandma's house."
Feng Yifan nodded and said, "Yes, there was no place for him to stay at grandpa and grandma's house, so it was almost time for dinner, so dad sent him home and told him to come back to study tomorrow."
Feng Ruoruo suddenly understood: "Oh, so that's how it is."
Then the little girl lowered her head and thought for a while, then suddenly raised her head and asked, "Dad, why are you teaching that brother Ning Cheng so seriously? When you taught Uncle Xiaolin before, you were not so serious. Uncle Xiaolin was scolded so badly by you. Are you partial?"
After hearing what his granddaughter said, Su Jinrong said with a smile, "Ruoruo misunderstood Dad. You were not at home this afternoon, but your dad scolded that brother Ning Cheng a lot."
Feng Ruoruo suddenly felt more balanced, but then she said, "Then Dad, you can't curse. Teacher Fang said that cursing is not good."
Feng Yifan smiled and responded to his daughter: "But he always makes mistakes and can't learn what I teach him, so I have to scold him to let him know that learning to cook is hard and difficult."
After hearing what her father said, Feng Ruoruo thought for a while and said, "Well, that's very difficult. Uncle Xiaolin has been learning from you for a long time, and brother Ning Cheng has just started learning, so he must have to learn for a long time. So, dad, can you teach Ruoruo earlier in the future? That way, Ruoruo won't have to learn for a long time."
After listening to his daughter, Feng Yifan said, "Then, if Ruoruo really wants to learn, Dad will definitely teach Ruoruo more seriously, so that Ruoruo can learn better, okay?"
Feng Ruoruo nodded happily: "Okay, okay."
At this time, the puppy Tiantian following behind the little girl also barked twice, as if she was as happy as her little master.
Hearing Tiantian's sweet call, Feng Ruoruo immediately began to tell her grandfather and father about what happened in the afternoon.
"Dad, do you know where Sister Wenwen's home is?"
Feng Yifan continued cooking while responding, "Yes, I know. Does he live near the river? He should be on a hillside near the river, on a relatively high platform."
Feng Ruoruo was immediately surprised: "Ah, Dad, how did you know?"
Feng Yifan smiled and responded: "Because Dad has been there. Are your sister Wenwen's grandparents in good health?"
Feng Ruoruo answered immediately: "Yes, the old man and old woman are older than grandpa and grandma, but they are very nice. They like Ruoruo very much and give her a lot of delicious food. Sister Wenwen has a lot of puppies at home, and there are houses for all kinds of dogs."
Feng Yifan pretended to exclaim: "Really? There are so many houses for dogs?"
Hearing her father's exclamation, Feng Ruoruo became even happier, and then she gestured to her father and grandfather while talking.
"Grandpa, Dad, there are several houses for small dogs in the yard of Sister Wenwen's house. The big dog of Sister Wenwen's house lives in one house, and some small dogs live in another house. There are also some dogs between big dogs and small dogs living in some houses."
Once she starts talking, it's really hard to stop. The little girl gestured as she talked, and she became more and more excited.
From time to time, grandpa and dad would respond with a few words, which further encouraged the little chatterbox to continue talking.
Then the little girl said, while her father was cooking, listening and chatting with his daughter. Grandpa also joined in, which made Feng Ruoruo feel very happy.
In the middle of the conversation, grandma and mother came in once and brought watermelon and water to the little girl.
In order to prevent Feng Ruoruo from talking all the time, she forgot to drink water and ended up with a dry mouth.
With the support of her grandma and mom delivering water and watermelons, Feng Ruoruo felt even more excited when she spoke.
Especially when grandma delivered the watermelon, she moved a small stool and sat down, feeding her granddaughter the watermelon while listening to her talk.
Feng Ruoruo also enjoyed it very much. She told stories to everyone while her grandmother fed her watermelon.
Su Ruoxi went out for a while and came back in. Seeing her daughter standing there talking, and her grandmother feeding her watermelon, she couldn't help but say, "Feng Ruoruo, how can you let your grandmother feed you there? Take it and eat the watermelon yourself, and then talk."
After being told by her mother, Feng Ruoruo stopped eating the remaining watermelon. Then she was taken out by her grandmother and mother to wash her hands and face.
When Feng Ruoruo washed her hands and face and came back, her father had almost prepared dinner.
Feng Yifan smiled and held his daughter's hand and said, "Okay, let's go sit outside for a while and let Ruoruo finish her story. Then we can have dinner, okay?"
Of course Feng Ruoruo agreed with both hands. She waved her little hands and turned them over happily.
Sitting under the persimmon tree, the whole family listened to Feng Ruoruo until she had almost finished telling them about her visit to her sister Wenwen.
Without waiting for his daughter to start a new story, Feng Yifan said decisively: "Okay, now that Ruoruo's story is over, let's get ready to eat."
This time, since everything that happened before had been discussed, the little chatterbox did not object. Instead, he helped his parents serve the dishes and start eating.
Today Feng Yifan served a dish of Suzhou-style chicken.
The whole chicken is also marinated in Suzhou soup, and Feng Yifan then processes each part of the chicken separately.
For example, chicken feet and chicken wings are eaten separately as braised dishes, chicken breasts are torn into pieces and made into cold shredded chicken, and the meat from chicken legs is removed and fried into diced chicken.
A whole chicken might seem like a lot to my family, but if you split it up like this, they won't feel uncomfortable. Every dish was eaten up by the whole family, and it was really delicious.
Feng Ruoruo especially liked the diced chicken and ate several spoonfuls in one go.
Su Ruoxi looked a little worried: "Oh, don't eat so much. Although Daddy's cooking is delicious, it's not good to eat too much. Eat slowly."
Feng Ruoruo quickly swallowed the diced chicken in her mouth and opened her mouth wide with a smile to show her mother.
"Ah, ah, mom, look, Ruoruo has eaten it all."
Seeing her daughter's look, Su Ruoxi felt a little helpless.
At this time, Lu Cuiling asked her son curiously: "The taste of your diced chicken is really unique, a little bit like the Kung Pao Chicken in restaurants, which tastes a bit sweet and sour, but the chicken itself has a braised taste, which is really special."
Feng Yifan smiled and replied to his mother: "The way the diced chicken is cooked is indeed the way Kung Pao Chicken is cooked.
However, I stewed the whole chicken in Su Zao soup, so the chicken tasted a bit like a base flavor, and when I seasoned it, I also seasoned it based on the base flavor. ”
After listening to her son’s introduction, Lu Cuiling became very interested in the Su Zao Tang that her son and father-in-law had been researching for several days.
"Son, have you really succeeded in researching that Su Zao Tang?"
Feng Yifan shook his head: "Not yet, actually. I can only say that the taste is quite satisfactory now, but it may still need some minor adjustments. Now, I'm afraid that the pot of Suzhou soup can only be used in this season, and it will have to be replaced later."
Lu Cuiling was a little surprised when she heard this: "Wow, do you have to be so particular about stewing dishes?"
Feng Yifan nodded: "Yes, Su Zao Tang must be exquisite, because it may become our Su Ji's signature dish in the future, so we must not be careless."
Feng Jiandong smiled and said, "Okay, let's eat quickly. Look at our little Ruoruo. She has already eaten a lot of diced chicken. I found that Ruoruo really likes eating chicken."
Feng Ruoruo immediately said, "Grandpa, Ruoruo likes all the dishes made by Dad."
Su Ruoxi gently tapped her daughter's nose: "You are just a little foodie. Fortunately, your father is a cook, otherwise he can't satisfy you."
Feng Ruoruo listened to her mother's words and said with a smile: "It's like Xixi's father, but not as good as my father."
Su Ruoxi also laughed: "Yes, that's right, other people's fathers can't do that, your father is the best."
Such a dinner was still full of joy.
Even if there are no other guests at home, Feng Yifan will still prepare each dish carefully so that his family can feel very satisfied and contented after eating.
After dinner, he took Feng Ruoruo for a walk on the river embankment as usual.
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Ning Cheng returned home, had dinner, and continued to practice his knife skills at home. Having learned from the afternoon practice, he cut more carefully this time.
Although Ning Guang had been somewhat obedient these days, when he saw his brother busy in the kitchen at night, he naturally went to the kitchen out of curiosity to watch.
Then Ning Guang saw his brother struggling with a carrot.
First wash the carrots, then place them on a cutting board and slice them.
During this process, Ning Guang saw that the slices cut by his brother were obviously uneven in thickness, but his brother would still repair each slice in order to make each slice of carrot the same thickness.
Afterwards, my brother cut the slices into long strips.
The thickness of each line is also required to be basically consistent.
If there is any inconsistency, my brother will fix it to make it consistent enough.
Finally, cut the carrots into small cubes.
During the whole process, the brother kept slicing, cutting, and dicing a carrot, and in the end, there might only be a few small pieces left.
And it seemed that my brother was not satisfied with the tiny bit of carrot cubes and he even compared the size carefully.
Ning Guang didn't say anything. He watched his brother try hard but still wasn't satisfied with the carrot cubes. Ning Guang felt a little strange.
When his brother was about to wash new carrots for practice, Ning Guang couldn't help asking, "Brother, what on earth are you doing? Why have you been fighting with carrots all night? If you want to eat carrots, just wash them and eat them directly. Why do you have to cut them over and over again?"
Ning Cheng heard his brother's voice and turned to see his brother standing at the kitchen door.
"What do you know? I'm just practicing my knife skills."
Ning Guang became even more curious after hearing this: "Are you practicing your knife skills? Brother, is there anyone who practices like you? Look at those videos, people cut the meat so quickly, not bit by bit like you do? And you didn't cut it neatly, and you even fixed it. Even the chefs don't fix it."
After hearing what his brother said, Ning Cheng immediately said seriously, "You know nothing. Those are chefs who have practiced for many years. At this stage, I have to practice like this."
Ning Guang thought for a moment and asked, "Brother, this is what Feng Yifan taught you, right? Do you really believe that he would accept you as his apprentice?"
Ning Cheng immediately scolded, "Shut up, why are you so disrespectful? Don't you know to call me uncle?"
Ning Guang curled his lips and said disapprovingly: "What uncle or not? He is not very old."
Ning Cheng was a little annoyed. He glared at his brother and said, "If you don't call him uncle, don't call me brother in the future. I won't treat you as my brother either."
Ning Guang was a little surprised: "Brother? Are you crazy?"
Ning Cheng said seriously: "I mean what I say. If you don't change your bad habits, you will no longer be my brother."
Faced with his brother's righteous words, Ning Guang finally had to compromise: "Okay, I'll call him Uncle Yifan.
But brother, do you really think Uncle Yifan is willing to teach you? Just teach you how to cut carrots? Does this count as a sincere desire to teach you? He didn’t teach you anything.”
Before Ning Cheng could speak, their grandfather's voice sounded behind him: "These things are the basics. It's like if you can't even recognize all the characters, how can you make sentences and write articles? It's the same with learning to cook. If you can't even cut vegetables, how can you cook for others?"
The two brothers looked at their grandfather together, and Ning Cheng said seriously: "Grandpa, you are right. Uncle Yifan asked me to practice well like this, and I will definitely practice well. Uncle Yifan also asked me to continue to practice with him tomorrow afternoon."
Ning Fengcai nodded: "Well, it seems that your Uncle Yifan really wants to teach you, you must behave well."
Ning Cheng nodded immediately: "Okay Grandpa, Uncle Yifan will cook a dish for me tomorrow at noon, and I will pick it up at noon."
Then Ning Cheng told his grandfather and brother about how he had practiced his knife skills this afternoon and cut a lot of carrots, and how Feng Yifan said he would use those carrots to cook for him.
At this time, the brothers' grandmother happened to pass by and poked her head into the kitchen and said, "Chengcheng, since your uncle Yifan said he would use the carrots you cut to cook for you, then you should go over there tomorrow morning."
Ning Cheng asked curiously: "But grandma, Uncle Yifan asked me to go there at noon."
Grandma continued, "Why don't you understand? They are actually giving you a chance. If you go there in the morning, you can learn how to cook with the carrots you cut. This is also an opportunity for you to learn. You must seize it. Learning to cook cannot just be done by following the master's instructions."
Grandpa also nodded: "Yes, your grandma is right, you go there at nine o'clock tomorrow morning."
Ning Cheng thought about it and felt that what grandma said made sense, so he nodded and agreed: "Okay, then I'll go in the morning."
Ning Guang stood aside, looking at his grandparents and brother, and secretly curled his lips. He obviously still did not think highly of his brother learning cooking from Feng Yifan.