It took Ning Cheng quite a while to finish the snack he had stuffed into his mouth. After the ice cream was completely melted by his saliva, he chewed the remaining skin and fruit together, which also made him feel very delicious.
Feng Ruoruo watched her elder brother finish eating and asked with a smile, "Is it delicious?"
Ning Cheng nodded: "Yeah, it's delicious. There's ice cream inside, and the outer skin is sweet when you chew it. There are also fruit particles inside. It's really delicious."
Feng Ruoruo said happily: "Hehehe, the snacks made by dad are delicious."
Ning Cheng asked curiously, "Ruoruo, isn't your father a chef? How come he can make such good dim sum?"
Feng Ruoruo immediately answered seriously: "Because my father said that a good chef must also be able to make dim sum. My father told Ruoruo that in restaurants abroad, dim sum is also on the menu. So a chef as good as my father must not only be able to cook, but also be able to make dim sum."
Just at this moment Feng Yifan walked out of the kitchen and saw Ning Cheng had arrived and was chatting with his daughter.
After hearing his daughter's words, he smiled and said to Ning Cheng, "The work of a chef is divided into different categories. Whether it is a domestic restaurant or a foreign restaurant, chefs are often divided into many categories, including dessert chefs. They are considered a type of chef."
After listening to Feng Yifan's explanation, Ning Cheng looked at him and asked, "Uncle Yifan, can you do everything?"
Before Feng Yifan could answer, his daughter rushed to answer for him: "My dad can do everything."
Feng Yifan put his arm around his daughter, gently stroked her little head, and then said to Ning Cheng: "When I was abroad, I needed to study and make a living, so I had to do all kinds of kitchen work, so I dabbled in all kinds of things."
Ning Cheng nodded and said, "Uncle Yifan, you are really amazing."
Feng Yifan reached out and patted Ning Cheng on the shoulder: "Work hard. You can learn the skills through hard work. Of course, whether you can truly become a top chef may require some talent."
At this point, he asked Ning Cheng again: "What do you think of the big bowl of stewed meat at noon? Is there anything that needs to be improved?"
Being asked this question suddenly made Ning Cheng a little confused, and for a moment he didn't know how to answer.
As for the taste, Ning Cheng thought it was really delicious. It could be said that it was the best stew he had ever eaten.
And the whole family ate up the big bowl of lunch and even the soup base was eaten up by the rice.
Ning Cheng couldn't help laughing when he thought about it. His younger brother Ning Guang almost licked the bowl.
It tastes really good, but if Feng Yifan asked him if there was anything that needed improvement, he really didn’t know how to answer
After hesitating for a while, Ning Cheng decided to tell the truth: "Uncle Yifan, I think the taste is really great. I don't know if there is anything else that can be improved, and I don't know how to change it."
Feng Yifan thought for a moment and then laughed: "Okay, I was too serious, and I was a little anxious. You've just started learning, and I'm asking you such a profound question. It's really a bit difficult. Okay, don't take it to heart. Just practice your knife skills first."
Ning Cheng looked at the smile on Feng Yifan's face and didn't think much about it. He nodded and said, "Yes, I know Uncle Yifan."
When Ning Cheng went into the kitchen and started practicing his knife skills.
Feng Yifan and his father-in-law who was pushed over looked at each other.
At this moment, there was still a hint of tacit understanding in the eyes of the father-in-law and son-in-law.
Ning Cheng didn't dare to express his opinion on the taste, which made Su Jinrong and Feng Yifan a little disappointed.
The seasoning of Feng Yifan's stewed meat is adjusted according to the general taste of the village. Because it is an experiment, there will inevitably be certain deviations, and there will be some aspects that do not conform to the inherent taste of the villagers.
This is a deviation in everyone's taste, which requires precise cooking seasoning to compensate.
So what Feng Yifan wanted to hear was not Ning Cheng saying it was delicious, but Ning Cheng talking about how he and his family felt after eating the whole dish. Especially since he was going to be a chef in the future, he would have to be more sensitive to taste and couldn't just answer with two words "delicious".
Su Jinrong thought for a moment and said, "It doesn't matter. He is still a newcomer, just like you were at the beginning. He needs time to learn."
Feng Yifan nodded: "Well, take your time, let him practice his knife skills first."
Feng Ruoruo heard the conversation between her father and grandfather. She handed the box to her mother, stretched out her hand to pull her father to bend down, hugged his neck, and whispered in his ear: "Dad, you have to do the same as you taught Uncle Xiaolin."
Hearing his daughter's words, Feng Yifan was stunned for a moment, and then seemed to understand what his daughter meant.
Thinking about it carefully, it was indeed a bit anxious to ask Ning Cheng the question suddenly.
Ning Cheng's foundation is much worse than Lin Ruifeng's. As a novice in cooking, Ning Cheng needs to learn a lot.
After being reminded by his daughter, Feng Yifan felt that he was indeed asking too much of Ning Cheng.
He smiled and turned his head to whisper to his daughter, "Okay, since Ruoruo has spoken, then Daddy will be patient and teach this brother Ning Cheng well. Ruoruo, go out with mom and grandma, otherwise if you go too late, all the snacks in your box will melt."
After hearing what her father said, Feng Ruoruo immediately forgot about her brother Ning Cheng.
The little girl let go of her father, turned around and took the box from her mother, then said quickly: "Mom, Mom, let's go quickly, go faster, otherwise the ice cream in here will melt, and then brother Haohao and sister Wenwen won't be able to eat the cool snack."
Seeing her daughter's anxious look, Su Ruoxi said helplessly, "Okay, okay, let's go now. Don't run. Let's walk faster and watch your feet."
While walking out with her daughter, Su Ruoxi did not forget to turn her head and glare at her husband.
The meaning of that look was obviously: Just wait, I'll settle the score with you when I come back in the evening.
After watching his mother and wife accompany their daughter out, Feng Yifan turned around and pushed his father-in-law into the kitchen.
In the kitchen, Ning Cheng has also started practicing his knife skills.
Ning Cheng was probably used to it now, and he didn't pick the carrots carefully. Instead, he just took one from the basket, washed it, and then started practicing by himself standing in front of the vegetable mound.
Seeing Feng Yifan pushing Su Jinrong in, Ning Cheng just looked up and continued to practice seriously with his head down.
This situation still made Feng Yifan feel quite satisfied.
Although Ning Cheng has not yet truly mastered the skill, his attitude is still worthy of praise.
While Ning Cheng was practicing his knife skills, Feng Yifan continued to discuss with his father-in-law how to adjust the taste of the Su Zao soup. They also made some attempts. At the same time, they were also trying to cook in other ways, trying to find ways to better utilize the Su Zao soup and present the dishes in different ways.
After some discussion, Feng Yifan came up with a method that might better lock in the flavor of Suzhou-style soup.
Su Jinrong was also a little surprised after hearing what his son-in-law said: "You mean, use the method of beggar's chicken, pour the Su Zao soup into the chicken's stomach, then wrap it with lotus leaves, cover it with a layer of mud, and use the simmering method to let the flavor penetrate into the chicken during the cooking process?"
Feng Yifan nodded and said, "It can not only be used to make beggar's chicken, but also some other ingredients."
At this point, Feng Yifan thought for a moment and said, "I remember that among the eight delicacies of the Zhou Dynasty, there was a saying called roasted pork, which is actually similar to the cooking method of beggar's chicken."
When Su Jinrong heard this, he immediately felt that this might actually be a solution.
This method can better lock in the flavor of the spices, and may even allow the spices to penetrate into the meat better than stewing in a casserole, making the aroma stronger.
Su Jinrong thought for a moment and said, "Well, your idea is indeed good. We can give it a try."
Feng Yifan went on to say, "Dad, actually, there is a more high-tech way to do this abroad. It's slow cooking at low temperature. Seal the ingredients and spices in a bag, then put them in constant temperature water and cook them slowly, so that the flavor of the spices can penetrate into the ingredients."
Su Jinrong listened and said, "Well, I've heard of this method too, and it is said that meat cooked this way can better lock in the juice of the meat itself."
Feng Yifan nodded: "Yes, we can use the beggar's chicken method first, and then try slow cooking at low temperature."
Ning Cheng, who was practicing knife skills at the side, would still quietly listen to what Feng Yifan and the others said in his free time.
This time, hearing the conversation between Su Jinrong and Feng Yifan, he felt a little surprised, because those words full of modern technology were something Ning Cheng had almost never heard of.
Although he had never heard of it, Ning Cheng felt that since Feng Yifan mentioned it, it must be an amazing cooking method.
At the same time, in Ning Cheng's heart, he was looking forward to becoming Feng Yifan's apprentice.
After Feng Yifan discussed with his father-in-law, he also started to make some attempts.
But unfortunately, because it was a spur-of-the-moment idea and there were no ready-made lotus leaves available at home, I could only think about it for now and might not be able to actually do it.
But his son-in-law's bold idea really opened Su Jinrong's eyes.
In the past, Su Jinrong thought that his son-in-law might be influenced a lot by Western cooking and his mastery of traditional cooking was no longer as proficient as before.
But now it seems that Feng Yifan not only has mastered it very well, but also knows how to integrate it.
Su Jinrong felt that if his son-in-law’s research was really successful, then Su Ji’s cooking would be even more exciting.
Grandpa and dad were busy researching dishes at home. Feng Ruoruo, accompanied by grandma and mom, quickly rushed to brother Yue Qihao's house.
As soon as she entered the door, the little girl shouted loudly: "Brother Haohao, please come out quickly. If you don't come, it will be bad."
Hearing Feng Ruoruo's scream, everyone in Yue Qingsong's family ran out immediately.
Yue Qihao watched his sister walk in with the box in her hand, and asked curiously, "Sister, what's wrong? What's wrong?"
Feng Ruoruo saw that brother Haohao, auntie, and grandmother all came out, so she quickly picked up the box in her hand and said, "Come and eat quickly, this is a snack my dad made, it's a cool snack, if you don't eat it, the cool ice cream inside will all melt."
Yue Qingsong's mother laughed when she heard this: "Hahaha, so the ice cream is melting? I thought something serious had happened."
Feng Ruoruo said very seriously: "Grandma, it's a big deal if the ice cream melts. It won't taste good if it melts."
For a little girl, it was a big deal if the ice cream in her dessert melted.
As Feng Ruoruo spoke, she held the contents of the box in front of her great-grandmother, aunt, and brother.
"Hurry up, Grandma, Auntie, and Brother Haohao, each of you should take one. Eat it quickly or the ice cream inside can't melt."
The great grandmother smiled and said, "Let your aunt and brother eat it. Grandma is too old to eat it."
Feng Ruoruo was not happy about it, she pouted and said, "No, grandma wants to eat too."
Lu Cuiling said behind her little granddaughter, "Old sister, this is a gift from our family, Ruoruo. Try one and have a taste. The ice cream here is different from the ones sold in our village."
Su Ruoxi explained, "These ice creams were made by Yifan himself before he came back. They are not as sweet as the ones you buy. Auntie, you can try some."
Feng Ruoruo was very anxious, worried that the ice cream wrapped in the box would melt.
"Hey, stop talking, eat quickly, eat quickly."
Seeing the little girl was very anxious, everyone had to take one each. Then there was actually one left in the box.
Feng Ruoruo held the last one and said, "Brother Haohao, let's go to Sister Wenwen's house and give this to Sister Wenwen."
Yue Qihao was originally preparing to eat, but when he heard his sister's words, he immediately agreed: "Okay, let's go."
Finally, Yue Qihao put his own back into the box, and then took his sister and opponent out together.
When the adults saw the two children go out, they did not follow them this time. Instead, they shouted, "Be careful on the road and don't run."
Yue Qihao's grandmother even shouted: "Haohao, you are the brother, you must take good care of your sister and don't let her get hurt."
The two children agreed to go out, and in the blink of an eye they disappeared outside Yue's house.
Seeing the two children disappear, Qi Yan smiled and asked Su Ruoxi: "It seems that sister-in-law has gotten used to it now. Don't worry about letting Ruoruo run around the village."
Su Ruoxi smiled and said, "Well, we are all fellow villagers in the village, so I'm sure you can rest assured."
Lu Cuiling also said: "Yes, don't worry, children need to run."
In fact, Han Wenwen’s home is not far from Yue Qihao’s home, so the two children did not walk far before they saw Han Wenwen’s home.
Arriving outside Han Wenwen's house, Feng Ruoruo shouted loudly: "Sister Wenwen, please come out quickly. Brother Haohao and I are here. We brought you some snacks made by my father. If you don't come out, the snacks will melt. Hurry up, hurry up."
When Han Wenwen heard the shouting outside, she naturally ran out of the house quickly.
Seeing Feng Ruoruo standing at the door accompanied by Yue Qihao, holding a box in her hand, Han Wenwen was really a little moved, and then welcomed the two children into the house.