After enjoying the grilled fish, Feng Yifan and the children cleaned up the place and used a shovel to dig the mud-wrapped chicken out of the fire pit.
When they dug it out, the children were all surprised. It looked like a stone and they didn't know what to do.
Ning Cheng quickly said, "Well, this should be what beggar's chicken looks like. As long as the mud is broken open, there will be very delicious chicken inside. We should quickly use something to break open the mud shell outside."
Feng Ruoruo immediately went to the river, picked up a small stone, and held it in her hand: "Dad, let me smash it, I will smash it."
Feng Yifan saw the stone in his daughter's hand and was a little amused: "Ruoruo, your stone is too small."
Su Ruoxi walked over and asked her daughter to throw away the small stone she picked up. She also washed her daughter's hands with the water she brought and carefully wiped her daughter's hands with disinfectant wipes.
"The small stones picked up from the river are not clean. There are bacteria on them. Ruoruo, you are not allowed to pick up things carelessly."
Feng Ruoruo raised her little hand and looked carefully: "Mom, it's not dirty. Ruoruo's hands have always been clean and white."
Su Ruoxi smiled and said, "That's because mom just washed your hands."
Feng Ruoruo pouted and said, "But when you didn't wash them, Ruoruo's hands were clean too. If you don't let Ruoruo take the stone, how are we going to break it open?"
At this time, Feng Yifan took out a larger boning knife from the knives he brought with him.
"Dad has a knife."
Then, Feng Yifan used the back of a knife to slowly crack the mud shell open, first breaking it into pieces, then carefully peeling it off bit by bit. The whole process was very careful to ensure that the lotus leaf wrapped in the chicken would not be damaged during the peeling process.
Because the lotus leaves contain the soup added by Feng Yifan, we must ensure that the lotus leaves are intact.
After all the mud shells were knocked off, Feng Yifan took out the clean baking tray, made a small hole in the lotus leaf that wrapped the chicken, and poured the soup in the lotus leaf into the baking tray with his hands.
The moment the soup is poured out, the rich aroma spreads instantly.
Because it was wrapped in mud, the fragrance had not been released. Therefore, the aroma of the soup poured out of the lotus leaves at this time was more fragrant than any other dish Feng Yifan had cooked before.
Feng Ruoruo tried hard to smell the fragrance, jumping up and down and saying, "It smells so good, so good, Dad, I want to eat this."
Feng Yifan said slowly: "Don't worry, we will take it step by step."
After all the soup was poured out, Feng Yifan used another baking tray, placed the chicken in it, and used a knife to thoroughly cut open the lotus leaf to reveal the chicken inside.
The children saw that the chicken inside had been braised, and although it looked very intact on the outside, it exuded a rich aroma.
Feng Yifan put the baking tray containing the soup on the fire and started to cook it.
Finally, a small bowl of secret base was obtained.
Next, Feng Yifan put on disposable gloves and used his hands to tear the chicken in the lotus leaf into pieces. He then placed the pieces on a clean baking tray and poured the soup in the small bowl on them.
After everything was done, Feng Yifan smiled and said to the children: "Okay, now everyone can start eating."
The children couldn't wait any longer. When they heard they were ready to eat, they couldn't wait to reach out and grab it.
However, Su Ruoxi still saw what the children were thinking and immediately distributed the prepared bowls and chopsticks to them.
After the children got their bowls and chopsticks, they started picking up the chicken with their chopsticks.
At this time, Han Wenwen decisively snatched a chicken leg, and then she carefully put the chicken leg, which would almost fall off the bone if moved, into Feng Ruoruo's bowl.
Su Ruoxi smiled and said, "Wenwen, you don't have to give it to Ruoruo, just eat it yourself."
Han Wenwen responded: "It's okay, Auntie. Ruoruo is too young. If I don't help her get it, it will definitely be snatched away by these boys later."
Su Ruoxi could only say: "Okay, thank you Wenwen, Ruoruo, hurry up and thank Sister Wenwen."
Feng Ruoruo immediately said happily: "Thank you, Sister Wenwen."
Yue Qihao was not convinced and said, "Who said that we boys would snatch it away? If you hadn't taken action first, I would have picked it up and given it to Ruoruo."
Seeing Yue Qihao's unconvinced face, Han Wenwen asked with a smile: "Then why didn't you just pass it to Ruoruo? You only said that when you saw me passing it to Ruoruo, I didn't see you doing it when I didn't do it?"
Yue Qihao was left speechless and for a moment he didn't know how to respond.
It was Feng Yifan who said, "Okay, we are all good friends, so there is no need to be so fussy. Our Ruoruo knows that her sister and brother are very kind to her and are also her good friends. Shouldn't Ruoruo ask her sister and brother to stop quarreling?"
Feng Ruoruo said decisively: "Yes, yes, Sister Wenwen and Brother Haohao, please stop quarreling."
Naturally, the two children stopped arguing and continued to eat the beggar chicken prepared by Feng Yifan.
Ning Guang, on the other hand, remained silent the whole time and just focused on eating.
This chicken dish is different from the previous grilled fish. It does not have the spiciness and freshness of the previous grilled fish, but the chicken tastes very smooth. After being poured with the soup used to stew chicken, the chicken tastes fat but not greasy, with a hint of sweet and sour taste, which actually removes the spiciness and greasiness of the previous grilled fish.
While eating, Ning Guang couldn't help but secretly glance at Feng Yifan a few times.
Today's picnic by the river really opened his eyes. He suddenly felt that Feng Yifan was such a cool person, and found that Feng Yifan was not only handsome when cooking on TV and in videos, but also handsome when cooking even in a picnic environment like the river.
Before, when Ning Guang was upset about his brother going to learn cooking from Feng Yifan, he felt that his brother was just wasting his time.
But after this picnic today, Ning Guang felt a little envious of his brother. He felt that it was a real pleasure to learn how to cook from such a great and handsome chef. Maybe his brother could become such a great and handsome chef in the future.
For a moment, Ning Guang imagined himself cooking in his mind.
The children were very happy with this lunch and thought it was very delicious, better than the food they cook at home.
This picnic allowed Ning Cheng to witness Feng Yifan's strength.
Even if he is not in the kitchen, Feng Yifan can still cook delicious dishes in the wild.
Especially after seeing Feng Yifan's knife skills, Ning Cheng realized that the gap between himself and others was huge.
Feng Yifan probably saw some of Ning Cheng's thoughts. He patted Ning Cheng on the shoulder and whispered, "Don't think the gap is too big. I have accumulated this skill over more than ten years. You haven't really gotten started yet. Practice hard. Maybe you will be better than me in the future."
Ning Cheng looked at Feng Yifan with some surprise. This was the first time he had received encouragement.
After a brief moment of daze, Ning Cheng quickly said, "Well, Uncle Yifan, I will definitely work hard."
Feng Yifan stretched lazily: "Well, it seems that you all had a very happy and satisfied lunch today. That's enough. It's worth my preparation of so many things."
Feng Ruoruo raised the small spoon in her hand and shouted, "Daddy is the best."
Su Ruoxi pressed her daughter's hand and said, "Okay, your dad is the best, hurry up and eat well."
Feng Yifan smiled and responded to his daughter: "Well, getting praise from my Ruoruo makes Dad the happiest thing."
Su Ruoxi couldn't help but say, "Are you still in need of praise? Take a look at your own Weibo, aren't there a bunch of people liking your posts, and so many people are praising you?"
Feng Yifan smiled and said, "That's different. They are just passers-by. They are not as important as my daughter's praise."
It was indeed as Su Ruoxi said, the Weibo post Feng Yifan published received a lot of likes and praise.
Many people expressed their envy, envy that Feng Yifan could be so free and easy.
Of course, there are some people who are a little picky about the production process of grilled fish and beggar's chicken, as well as the final product.
I feel that making something like this is somewhat unbecoming of a chef like Feng Yifan.
But such voices were quickly suppressed by voices of praise.
There are also many fans who like Feng Yifan, who spontaneously argue with those picky people, saying that Feng Yifan's dishes are more authentic, and he is not the kind of chef who is just showing off his skills. Instead, he can make the ingredients look delicious no matter what the environment.
Feng Yifan had no intention of participating in the war of words on the Internet, nor did he make any comments.
He just wants his wife and daughter to be happy and the children to be satisfied with the food.
Of course, another important thing is that the flavor of the seasonings prepared by Feng Yifan is also being slowly optimized during this process. Although it has not yet been adjusted to the final satisfactory level, optimizing it bit by bit is the job of a chef.
After lunch, the children played by the river for a while, and Feng Ruoruo started yawning.
Seeing Feng Ruoruo yawning and feeling sleepy, Han Wenwen took out an interesting thing.
"Hehehe, I thought Ruoruo might want to take a nap at noon, so I brought the hammock from home. There happen to be a lot of trees here, so Ruoruo can sleep under the willow trees. It won't be hot."
When Su Ruoxi saw the hammock that Han Wenwen took out, she also smiled and said, "Not bad, Wenwen is really thoughtful."
Feng Ruoruo looked at the hammock and was still a little curious: "Mom, what is a hammock?"
Han Wenwen helped answer: "That's it. Tie the two ends to two trees, and then open up the middle to make a bed. You can sleep on it."
As Feng Ruoruo listened to Sister Wenwen talking and gesturing, the little girl became even more curious.
Han Wenwen called Yue Qihao: "Haozi, come and help us, let's tie the hammock to Ruoruo. Remember to tie it tightly so that Ruoruo doesn't fall off. Hurry up."
Yue Qihao could only go over to help, but Yue Qihao was obviously unfamiliar with tying a hammock, so he only tied it once, and didn't tie it tightly enough.
Ning Guang saw it and walked over, took it from Yue Qihao and said, "You can't do it this way. The rope is very long. You shouldn't leave too much. You should wrap it around the tree twice more. Then tie one rope first, then take it out and tie the second one tightly. It will work only if it is tied tightly."
Seeing Ning Guang taking the initiative to help, he taught Yue Qihao like a teacher.
Feng Yifan turned his head and looked at his wife, and both of them laughed.
Ning Guang gradually integrated into the group of children. Feng Yifan and Su Ruoxi both felt that this child would slowly correct his bad habits, and in the future he would not go down the wrong path that Ning Cheng had taken before.
Ning Cheng was naturally very happy to see his younger brother's appearance, and felt that it was really good that his younger brother could integrate into the place.
The hammock was finally tied up, and Feng Ruoruo ran over happily to try it out.
But after climbing for a long time, she felt that the hammock was always shaky and unsafe. The little girl was a little timid and did not dare to climb up by herself, so she just held on to the hammock and swung there.
Seeing this, Feng Yifan walked over and said, "Come, Dad will carry you up, why don't you lie down and try it?"
When Feng Ruoruo saw her father coming over, she naturally agreed immediately: "Okay, Dad, carry me up."
When Feng Yifan picked up his daughter and let her lie down on the hammock, the little girl found it very interesting at first, because the hammock was wobbly, but it was still very stable, and the wobbly feeling made Feng Ruoruo feel like she was sleeping on a rocking bed.
The little girl smiled happily, and then lay down obediently on the hammock.
But when Feng Ruoruo lay down, when her father moved away a little and the hammock began to sway, the little girl suddenly felt not so safe.
"Ah, Dad, don't go. You, you go. It's shaking so badly. Ruoruo is going to fall. Dad, come back quickly and help Ruoruo."
The more the little girl struggled, the more the hammock shook, and she screamed in fear in the hammock.
Feng Yifan quickly turned around and used his hands to help his daughter hold on to the swinging hammock.
After her father pulled the hammock, Feng Ruoruo pouted and said, "Dad, Ruoruo doesn't want to sleep in this hammock anymore. It's so dangerous and uncomfortable because it swings so hard."
Feng Yifan smiled and said to his daughter: "It's okay, just sleep well, Daddy will support you next to you."
At this time, Su Ruoxi also came over and brought a small folding chair to her husband.
Then she asked her husband to sit on one side of the hammock, and she went around to the other side and sat down. The two of them just sandwiched the hammock in the middle. In this way, the swinging range of the hammock became very limited, and Feng Ruoruo would not be able to fall down.
Su Ruoxi asked with a smile: "Look, with daddy on one side and mommy on the other, Ruo Ruo will be safe, right? She won't fall."
Feng Ruoruo was lying on the hammock. She carefully turned her head to look at her father, then turned her head to look at her mother.
Then he shook himself a little and found that he would indeed be blocked by his parents, which made Feng Ruoruo feel relieved immediately.
"Hehehe, this is good, Ruoruo won't fall down."
Su Ruoxi covered her daughter with clothes, and Feng Yifan folded his coat and used it as a pillow for her daughter.
Then the mother gently comforted her daughter: "Okay, go to sleep, mom and dad will watch over Ruoruo."
Under the care of her parents, Feng Ruoruo happily fell into a sweet dream as the hammock swayed gently.
As for the other children, they packed up their things by the river and then went to play somewhere a little further away, trying not to disturb their younger sister's sleep.
By the sparkling river, under two weeping willows, a father and mother sat on one side, protecting their daughter who was sleeping in the hammock. Although the sun was a little strong overhead, the lush branches of the willows blocked the air, and when the breeze blew, it was cool and warm under the willows.