Ning Cheng returned home with the bowl. His grandmother had already prepared lunch. She was very happy to see her eldest grandson come back.
"It seems that my eldest grandson has learned very well at someone else's home today."
Ning Cheng smiled when he heard what his grandmother said: "Well, today we are still practicing knife skills, but grandma, I have to tell you that I have begun to adapt to the cutting method that Uncle Yifan taught me. I feel that as long as I can practice this part well, I should be able to speed up later."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ning Fengcai walked out of the house and said, "Don't be proud, kid. You still have a long way to go. Your foundation is too weak. It's hard to learn well in a short period of time."
Grandma smiled and said, "It's okay, we'll take our time. I believe our Chengzi will become a great chef in the future."
Ning Fengcai also agreed with his wife's words, because his eldest grandson had indeed performed very well during this period.
And he also knew very well that Feng Yifan was definitely an excellent teacher.
By following him, the eldest grandson will not only be able to learn cooking skills, but also learn the rules of being a human being from Feng Yifan, which will be a good thing for the eldest grandson's future.
But in front of the child, the grandfather still said: "Don't be proud, you haven't officially become a disciple yet. Formal apprenticeship is your beginning. Before that, you have to work hard. After that, you have to work harder and learn well from your uncle Yifan."
Ning Cheng nodded and said, "Okay, Grandpa, I know."
While the old couple was having a good chat with their eldest grandson, the younger grandson came out of the house with sleepy eyes.
Ning Guang yawned and said, "Grandpa and grandma, my brother is back. When are we going to have dinner?"
Ning Fengcai saw his grandson just getting up, and immediately his old face was filled with anger: "Look at you, what do you look like? Not only did you sleep until noon, but you didn't brush your teeth or wash your face, and you just kept shouting for food. What? You want us to feed you?"
Even after being scolded by his grandfather, Ning Guang still didn't take it seriously.
"My brother went out early in the morning. Can't I take a nap? Besides, isn't it a holiday now? I don't have to go to school. What else can I do if I don't sleep?"
Ning Fengcai became even more annoyed after hearing this: "You, can't you help me in the field? Can't you get up and do your homework?"
Ning Guang was still cynical: "Grandpa, the last time I went to the vegetable garden with you, you said that you would not let me go again. Why did you let me go now? Because my brother is not going, and you can't handle it alone? It's still early for homework, I will finish it before school starts."
Ning Fengcai was really annoyed by his grandson's behavior.
At this time, Ning Cheng put down the big bowl in his hand, walked forward and slapped his brother on the back of the head.
"How can you talk to Grandpa like that? Apologize to Grandpa right now, and get up early tomorrow morning, go to the vegetable garden with Grandpa in the morning, and do your homework well at home in the afternoon. Do you hear me?"
Ning Guang might be able to act cynical in front of his grandparents, but he wouldn't dare to do so in front of his brother.
Because grandpa and grandma are still reluctant to do it, but Ning Cheng will really do it.
After Ning Guang was slapped, he immediately became well-behaved. He apologized to his grandfather honestly, then went to brush his teeth and wash his face, and even helped his grandmother serve the dishes.
Ning Fengcai looked at his little grandson and shook his head and sighed secretly.
The old man whispered to his grandson, "Ning Cheng, look at Xiaoguang's condition. You may need to take care of him more in the future. If he can't go to school, I think he should learn cooking with you."
Ning Cheng also whispered, "Grandpa, don't worry. I will take care of Xiaoguang. As for whether he should learn cooking, I think he should not. He is not the kind of child who can stay still. I think we should find something else for him to do in the future."
Ning Fengcai couldn't help but shake his head and sigh: "Alas, you have learned it now, but Xiaoguang has started to do this again."
Ning Cheng felt a little embarrassed after hearing what his grandfather said.
In fact, what Ning Guang is showing now is what Ning Cheng did in the past. In fact, he was even worse than Ning Cheng at that time. Fighting and making trouble were commonplace, and he even played a prank on the school teacher. That's why he was eventually expelled from school.
After Ning Cheng was persuaded to drop out of school, he ran to the town alone to hang out with others.
Looking back now, he feels that those few years were really wasted and he really regrets it.
Now that he heard his grandfather talk about his younger brother, Ning Cheng was naturally a little worried about his younger brother's situation. He was also afraid that his younger brother would follow in his old path and end up wasting so much time in vain. The key point was that he might even ruin his youth and even commit a crime.
As the grandfather and grandson were talking, grandmother and brother had already brought the dishes over.
Ning Cheng also removed the plate covering the big bowl he brought back.
"This bowl was made by Uncle Yifan. Grandpa and grandma, hurry up and try it. Xiaoguang, you should try it too."
When Ning Guang heard that it was Feng Yifan who made it, he immediately curled his lips and said, "I won't eat it."
Ning Cheng was very determined: "You have to eat it. Let me try it. You have to eat it. I want you to know how great a cook Uncle Yifan is."
Ning Guang saw that his brother was really about to get angry, so he could only pick up a piece obediently.
Grandma ate a piece and said, "Mmm, this tastes really good."
Grandpa nodded and said, "It's really delicious. I've never eaten such delicious meat before. This meat tastes so good."
Seeing his grandparents say that, Ning Guang thought, isn’t that too exaggerated
But the moment he put the meat into his mouth, the fragrance was immediately released in his mouth, and the aroma of meat filled the air between his lips and teeth. This taste made Ning Guang unable to stop.
When Ning Cheng saw his brother's expression after eating, he naturally understood that his brother also thought it was delicious.
He picked up another piece of meat for his brother, and then used a spoon to scoop up a spoonful of carrots from the stew.
The diced carrots had actually been melted by the stew, so they couldn't be picked up with chopsticks.
Ning Cheng scooped up a spoonful and put it in his mouth to taste it.
As soon as he took a bite, Ning Cheng immediately felt the deliciousness of the soft carrot cubes, and at the same time, he felt a little happy because he had cut these carrot cubes, even though they were all cut to pieces. But when he put them into his mouth, he still felt satisfied.
Ning Guang ate several pieces of meat in succession, then asked curiously, "Brother, didn't you say you were there to cut carrots? This bowl is clearly roasted meat?"
Ning Cheng laughed when he heard that and scooped a spoonful of carrots for his brother.
"Here are the carrots. I didn't cut them well, so the shapes are a little weird, but they still taste great. Try some."
Ning Guang looked at the soft and rotten carrots, and naturally showed a look of disgust on his face. But after a slight hesitation, thinking of the taste of the meat, he still used chopsticks to put some carrots into his mouth and tasted the taste of the carrots.
After tasting it, Ning Guang was a little surprised: "This carrot tastes better than meat. It feels like eating meat."
Ning Cheng laughed: "How is it? I didn't lie to you, did I? It tastes better than meat."
Grandma said at this time: "This is because the carrots have absorbed the aroma of the meat and the flavor of the stewed meat. It seems that Feng Yifan is indeed a great cook. His seasoning is really in line with our family's taste."
After hearing what his grandmother said, Ning Cheng finally reacted. He scooped up another spoonful of carrots and soup and tasted them carefully.
“It really, really suits our taste.”
Ning Guang said as he ate: "It must be my brother who said that."
Ning Cheng shook his head and said, "No, I didn't say that."
Grandpa said at this time: "What's so strange about this? Yifan is a very good cook in the city after all. He only needs to know a little bit about the taste of the villagers, and then he can infer the taste of our family. Just cook according to our habitual taste."
Grandma asked: "Old man, do you think this bowl of carrot stew is really only the taste of our village?"
Grandpa was stunned for a moment, and Ning Guang quickly answered for him: "No one in our village can make this taste."
Ning Cheng thought for a moment and said, "It should be Uncle Yifan. He made some adjustments to the original taste according to our taste, so that we can eat it and feel it is delicious."
Grandma gave a thumbs up and said, "In that case, Yifan is really amazing."
While the Ning family were discussing the special seasoning of Feng Yifan's bowl of carrot stew, Feng Yifan's family also sat down to eat.
Feng Ruoruo sat down and yelled, "Dad, I want to eat that, the one you made for big brother."
Feng Yifan agreed with a smile: "Okay, let Ruoruo have a taste too."
Feng Ruoruo tasted the meat her father gave her, and the little girl smiled immediately: "Well, Daddy made it so delicious, Daddy, Ruoruo wants more, I want some carrots."
Seeing her granddaughter enjoying the meal, Lu Cuiling asked curiously, "Is this bowl really that delicious?"
As she spoke, Lu Cuiling picked up some soup and diced carrots with chopsticks and put them in her mouth to taste them.
"Hey, this taste is a bit special, isn't it? It seems to taste like the stewed meat in many families in the village, but it tastes better than the stewed meat in the village."
After his wife said this, Feng Jiandong picked up a piece of meat with chopsticks and tasted the stew.
After eating a piece, Feng Jiandong was also a little surprised: "It really tastes like the village, but it's different. It really tastes better."
Feng Yifan smiled and said, "I ate Qingsong's mother's dishes, and then tried to figure out the tastes of the villagers, made some slight adjustments, and made a bowl of stewed meat."
Lu Cuiling looked at her son and said, "Of course you can make the stew taste like your aunt Niu's. I was wondering if it tastes familiar. It turns out it's the stew made by Qingsong's mother."
Feng Jiandong scooped a spoonful of soft carrots and soup, tasted it and confirmed: "It really tastes like Aunt Niu's cooking, but it's really better than Aunt Niu's. Yifan, how did you make this? Did you improve on your Aunt Niu's dish?"
Feng Yifan nodded: "Yes, it is improved according to my aunt's cooking skills. I think everyone in the village will like this taste."
Su Jinrong also tasted it and said, "Well, because everyone in the village has to work in the fields, their taste is a little heavier, and the people in the village like salty and fresh food. Your seasoning is mainly salty, and there is almost no sweetness. At the same time, there is a little bit of spicy flavor as a embellishment, which is more appetizing."
Feng Yifan smiled and said, "It's mainly because of the Su Zao soup you gave me, Dad, that it can better highlight the flavor of the meat."
Su Jinrong waved his hand: "That's not my credit, it's your own exploration."
Feng Ruoruo suddenly said, "Hey, don't always eat Ruoruo's food. This bowl is left for Ruoruo by Dad. You can eat more other dishes."
Seeing her daughter guarding her food, Su Ruoxi smiled and said, "Ruoruo, this is not right. You should share delicious food with everyone."
Feng Ruoruo pouted and said, "But mom, Ruoruo only has a small bowl, not much."
Su Ruoxi added: "After we finish eating today, we can ask Dad to make more for Ruoruo."
Feng Ruoruo's eyes lit up immediately. She turned to look at her father and asked, "Is it okay? Dad, is it okay? Will you make this for Ruoruo again?"
Faced with his daughter's request, Feng Yifan naturally nodded and agreed: "Okay, Dad will make it for Ruoruo in the future."
Hearing her father say this, Feng Ruoruo immediately became generous.
"Then mom, you can try it too. Grandpa, grandpa and grandma can all eat it. After you finish eating, Ruoruo can ask dad to make it for us again."
Feng Ruoruo's huge contrast before and after made everyone laugh.
The lunch ended happily with laughter.
After lunch, Feng Ruoruo followed her mother to take a nap, and Feng Yifan took the bowls, plates and chopsticks into the kitchen to wash them.
Lu Cuiling came into the kitchen at this time, looked at her busy son and said, "Have you really thought about it? Do you want to teach Ning Cheng?"
Feng Yifan raised his head and looked at his mother: "Mom, don't you want me to teach Ning Cheng?"
Lu Cuiling shook her head and said, "It's not that I don't hope, I'm just worried. I'm worried that if you teach that kid, he won't really learn it well and will cause trouble for you and your father-in-law's restaurant in the future. You may not know what Ning Cheng did in the town before."
Feng Yifan smiled and said to his mother, "Mom, I know all this, but I think that a prodigal son who returns is more valuable than gold. Since he really wants to learn well, we should give him a chance to reform. Besides, Uncle Ning and Aunt Ning are old, and they can't take care of the brothers forever."
Speaking of the old couple Ning Fengcai, Lu Cuiling sighed helplessly.
When it comes to the brothers Ning Cheng and Ning Guang, Lu Cuiling really looks down on them, but she still feels that it is not easy for the old couple Ning Fengcai.
The old couple's son and daughter-in-law went to work in other places and have only come back a few times in all these years. The child was left to the old couple, which really added a lot of burden to them.
The two brothers have become like this now, not because the old couple spoiled them, but because the old couple really can't control them.
So after hearing what her son said, Lu Cuiling felt that it was indeed a good thing that Ning Cheng could reform himself.
"Okay, if you think it's okay, then teach me first. Anyway, what I mean is that you can't just consider helping your uncle Ning. If Ning Cheng is not that kind of material, don't cause trouble for yourself and your father-in-law."
Feng Yifan knew that his mother still cared about him. He nodded and said to her, "Don't worry, Mom. If he is not the right material, I will explain it to Uncle Ning and Aunt Ning, and let Qingsong teach him how to drive. Let him get a driver's license, and then help Qingsong with transportation in the future."
At this point, Feng Yifan suddenly asked, "By the way, why haven't I seen Qingsong's brother since I came back for so many days?"
Seeing her son asking about it, Lu Cuiling sighed helplessly, "Don't mention it. The boy ran away to the town. I heard that he fell in love with a girl in the town and wanted to go to the south to work with that girl."
Feng Yifan was a little surprised: "There is such a thing? Then what does my Aunt Niu mean?"
Lu Cuiling also sighed helplessly: "Of course your Aunt Niu is not happy, but now she can't be brought back."