Zhuang Zhebin originally came here early because he wanted to see if he could do something in Feng Yifan's kitchen
But when he really entered the kitchen and saw everyone busying around, especially how serious everyone looked, he was so scared that he couldn't even breathe.
The oppressive feeling brought by the rigor made Zhuang Zhebin feel very out of place standing in the kitchen.
Zhuang Zhebin watched everyone busying themselves and saw how skillfully they handled the various ingredients.
I really feel that compared with the person in the kitchen, he is just a little kid who can't read at all.
Everyone in the kitchen knows exactly what they need to do.
And the most important thing is that their cooperation with each other is also very strong.
Even though I'm just processing the ingredients and making final preparations for tomorrow's cooking.
But everyone is so serious.
Zhuang Zhebin was speechless and could only breathe carefully.
Finally, Feng Yifan saw that everything was basically done, so he clapped his hands and said to everyone, "Okay, okay, let's stop here today and store all the ingredients. We will make them shine tomorrow."
Hearing this, Ma Xiaolong, Ning Cheng, Hans and Tom immediately took action.
The four men quickly put away the things and cleaned the kitchen at the same time.
At this moment, Zhuang Zhebin realized that it was extremely inappropriate for him to be standing in the kitchen. He could only exit through the back door and helplessly stood outside waiting for a while.
Feng Yifan handed the matter over to everyone and asked Shi Jiahui and Catherine to help watch over the things. He then carried some snacks for his daughter and prepared to go out to pick her up from the dance class.
As soon as I walked out of the back door, I saw Zhuang Zhebin standing in the alley outside.
Feng Yifan subconsciously looked back to make sure he was not dazzled.
"Why did you get out?"
Zhuang Zhebin said helplessly: "Uncle, I suddenly feel a little uncomfortable in here. I feel that I can't fit in with you at all, and I can't keep up with your pace at all."
Feng Yifan laughed after hearing this: "Hahaha, do you feel the gap between you and me now?"
Zhuang Zhebin could only nod: "Yes, the gap is a bit big."
Feng Yifan asked again: "Then do you still want to stay here and be my apprentice?"
Zhuang Zhebin said without hesitation: "Of course I do."
Feng Yifan asked directly: "Aren't you afraid that if you stay here, you can only be a handyman?"
When Zhuang Zhebin heard this, he opened his mouth but did not respond without hesitation.
Feng Yifan continued, "You have to think clearly. If you stay, you may only be able to do some work like serving dishes, cleaning things with Ning Cheng in the kitchen, or doing odd jobs like cutting vegetables, because you two are not qualified to cook here for the time being."
Zhuang Zhebin was really discouraged now.
In fact, he had the opportunity to cook in the kitchen of his own restaurant.
Moreover, in the kitchen of their own restaurant, others would not really let him do odd jobs for the sake of his great-grandfather, grandfather and father.
So for Zhuang Zhebin, he had never actually done many of the chores in the kitchen.
Now he is very clear that if he stays in Feng Yifan's restaurant.
Then Feng Yifan would definitely not take care of him, and no one else in the restaurant would take care of him either, so all he could do was do odd jobs.
Seeing Zhuang Zhebin was hesitant, Feng Yifan smiled and said, "Okay, let's go."
Zhuang Zhebin raised his head and asked curiously, "Where are you going?"
Feng Yifan picked up the snacks in his hand and said, "Go and give some snacks to our Ruoruo."
Zhuang Zhebin was still a little puzzled: "Send snacks to Ruoruo? Does Ruoruo have to go to kindergarten today?"
The last time he came, Zhuang Zhebin knew that Feng Yifan would bring snacks to his daughter in kindergarten.
But today is clearly the weekend, he doesn’t understand why kindergarten has to go to school on weekends
Feng Yifan smiled and pulled Zhuang Zhebin along, saying as they walked, "Rather than sending her to kindergarten, Ruoruo is now learning dancing with a few other little girls outside the kindergarten. So, I'm going to the dance class to bring her some snacks."
Zhuang Zhebin asked as they walked: "You let Ruoruo learn dancing? Don't you plan to let Ruoruo inherit your cooking skills in the future?"
Feng Yifan laughed: "She is a girl, why should she inherit the cooking skills?"
Zhuang Zhebin thought for a moment and said, "But my aunts have also learned a lot, more or less, and one of my aunts even opened a restaurant."
Feng Yifan added: "If Ruoruo wants to learn in the future, I will definitely teach her, but not now. Right now I still hope that she can be carefree and learn whatever she wants."
Zhuang Zhebin asked curiously, "Uncle, didn't you ask Ruoruo to go dancing in the future?"
Feng Yifan couldn't help laughing: "Hahaha, what are you thinking? How old is Ruoruo? Isn't it too early to decide what she will do in the future?"
Zhuang Zhebin thought about it and said, "It seems to be true, but uncle, isn't it a little early for you to tell me this? I am still a child."
Feng Yifan laughed and hugged Zhuang Zhebin, then walked out of the alley with a swagger.
At this moment, Zhuang Zhebin, who was hugged by Feng Yifan, suddenly realized that there was a huge difference in physique between him and Feng Yifan.
Among his peers, Zhuang Zhebin can be considered to be quite tall.
In fact, even if you simply compare height with Feng Yifan, Zhuang Zhebin is not much different.
However, Feng Yifan's strong physique actually brings more oppression to people than his height.
But on second thought, Zhuang Zhebin still felt a little bit of pride in his heart.
As far as he knew, no one had ever been hugged by Feng Yifan like this.
Then he should be the first one, which made Zhuang Zhebin very proud. He thought it was a way to improve the relationship. Maybe he could learn cooking from his uncle in the future. Maybe it wouldn't be as terrible as his uncle said.
Feng Yifan and Zhuang Zhebin were walking and chatting arm in arm.
Most of the topics were about Zhuang Zhebin's family.
Feng Yifan knew Zhuang Daozhong quite well, but he didn't know the other people in the Zhuang family.
So through chatting with Zhuang Zhebin, Feng Yifan had a very clear understanding.
Zhuang Daozhong has five children in total: three girls and two boys.
Among them, Zhuang Zhebin’s grandfather, Zhuang Daozhong’s eldest son, has now taken over the Zhuang’s Restaurant and is considered the head chef of the restaurant. However, in recent years, due to his old age, most of the kitchen matters have been handed over to Zhuang Zhebin’s father.
Zhuang Zhebin's father is also his grandfather's eldest son, and his grandfather has only two children in total.
Zhuang Zhebin also has an aunt who has also started her own business and opened her own restaurant in Beijing.
According to Zhuang Zhebin, although these uncles and brothers are all developing on their own.
But every Chinese New Year, everyone would gather at Zhuang Daozhong's house.
Then Zhuang Daozhong would test them and require that during the Chinese New Year, each family must serve two specialties to satisfy Zhuang Daozhong.
The cook of the dish that satisfies Zhuang Daozhong the most will receive a reward.
Feng Yifan couldn't help but be curious: "What is the reward?"
Zhuang Zhebin did not hide it: "The rewards are different every year. I remember that last year my uncle from my grandfather's family won it, and my great grandfather gave me a set of tea sets. It is said that it was handed down from the Qing Dynasty and was collected by my great grandfather in the early years."
Feng Yifan asked again: "Have you ever gotten it?"
Zhuang Zhebin shook his head: "I am not qualified. My father is the one who does it every year. He was rewarded by my great grandfather. It was a pair of real gold-plated ivory chopsticks."
Feng Yifan asked: "Is it also from the Qing Dynasty?"
Zhuang Zhebin nodded: "Yes, it is said that it was handed down from the palace."
Feng Yifan couldn't help but feel curious when he heard this: "So, your great grandfather has a lot of antiques? What did your ancestors do?"
Zhuang Zhebin looked at Feng Yifan in surprise and said, "Uncle, don't you know? I heard from my great-grandfather that our Zhuang family's ancestors used to be imperial chefs in the palace."
Feng Yifan thought about it and learned from his father-in-law that the ancestors of the Su family had once been imperial chefs.
Seeing that Feng Yifan didn't say anything, Zhuang Zhebin thought that Feng Yifan didn't believe it, so he quickly continued speaking.
"Uncle, don't disbelieve me. My great-grandfather said that when our ancestors fell into poverty, they became common people and brought some royal dishes to the people. Later, when they were short of chefs for the state banquet, they looked for famous chefs from all over the country, and my great-grandfather was also invited."
At this point, Zhuang Zhebin added: “But I heard from my great grandfather that he was a little proud before he left, thinking that he was a descendant of a famous family, so he didn’t look down on other chefs from all over the place.
It was not until he met Mr. Su Quansheng, Ruoruo’s great-grandfather, in the kitchen of the state banquet and witnessed his cooking skills that my great-grandfather was completely impressed. He has been following behind him ever since, learning as he went along.”
Feng Yifan had no doubt about this.
Judging from the cooking skills of my father-in-law and his brothers, we can see that my wife’s grandfather has great ability.
Moreover, Feng Yifan had studied the recipe given by his father-in-law and had seen some annotations by his wife's grandfather on it.
He was also greatly inspired. Many of the unique ideas were very useful to Feng Yifan and helped him improve his cooking skills.
The most important thing is that Zhuang Daozhong had mentioned before that Su Quansheng’s cooking skills were truly amazing back then.
He is truly able to turn ordinary ingredients into something magical, and can make delicious dishes out of many seemingly ordinary ingredients.
The most important thing is that he can always make some adjustments to the dishes according to the guests' personal tastes, so that he can make dishes that satisfy foreign guests.
It can be said that some of the dishes served at the state banquet today were determined by Su Quansheng and his peers at that time.
This alone is enough to show how good Su Quansheng's cooking skills are.
Zhuang Zhebin also said to himself: "In fact, looking at your cooking skills now, I can imagine that Grandpa Su must have been very good at it, otherwise it would not be possible for Grandpa Rong to teach a chef like you."
Feng Yifan smiled and said: "The master can only lead you to the door, but the practice is up to you. You still need to work hard on your own."
At this point, Feng Yifan said to Zhuang Zhebin, "I think you should actually leave your family's restaurant. If you really want to learn cooking skills, you shouldn't stay in your family's restaurant even if you don't come to my place."
Zhuang Zhebin immediately said, "Uncle, my grandfather told me the same thing."
Feng Yifan nodded: "So, you should leave your own restaurant and go to a place where you can learn from scratch."
Zhuang Zhebin said again: "Uncle, then please accept me as your apprentice."
Feng Yifan laughed: "Didn't you call me uncle master when you first arrived? If so, how can you still be my apprentice?"
Zhuang Zhebin quickly said, "No, uncle. Before I came here, my dad asked me to call you uncle-master. My dad said that according to seniority, I should call you uncle-master, not uncle or something like that."
Feng Yifan nodded and said, "Okay, you finish your studies first. When you finish your studies and my restaurant is on track, you can come over to learn. But let me make it clear first, you can only do odd jobs here for at least the first year."
Zhuang Zhebin did not hesitate this time: "Okay, uncle, I do."
Feng Yifan smiled and said, "Why? Are you still calling me uncle?"
Zhuang Zhebin also immediately changed his words: "Master."
Feng Yifan smiled and said, "You can't call me that now. You have to wait for your great grandfather to agree. Then after you finish your studies, you can officially become my disciple in front of your great grandfather, grandfather, and father. Only then can you officially change your name."
Zhuang Zhebin was also a little surprised: "Uncle, is it really that troublesome?"
Feng Yifan nodded: "Of course, it should be more formal."
Zhuang Zhebin could only say, "Okay, I'll listen to you, uncle."
As the two were talking, they had already arrived downstairs at the dance class. Feng Yifan led Zhuang Zhebin directly upstairs.
When they arrived outside the classroom, Feng Yifan pulled Zhuang Zhebin and did not go in directly. Instead, he quietly watched the six little girls dancing inside from the door.
Today, Teacher Guo led the little girls to practice a set of basic dance steps.
The six little girls danced very seriously.
Zhuang Zhebin looked inside, then turned his head to look at Feng Yifan and found that Feng Yifan was staring at his daughter. At this moment, his eyes were shining.
Even Zhuang Zhebin could deeply feel the doting in Feng Yifan's eyes towards his daughter.
The little girls all danced very well, especially Feng Ruoruo who was really serious.
Feng Yifan and Zhuang Zhebin were standing outside the door. After watching the children finish dancing and take a break, they walked into the classroom while applauding the children.
Hearing the applause, everyone turned their heads to look over.
Feng Ruoruo was the first to run over and shouted happily: "Dad, you're here."
Feng Yifan squatted down in advance, waited for his daughter to jump into his arms, and then hugged her.
"How is it? Is our Ruoruo having a hard time learning?"
Feng Ruoruo hugged her father and said with a smile: "It's not hard. Ruoruo thinks it's fun. Dad, do you know? Teacher Guo praised Ruoruo today."
Feng Yifan picked up his daughter and walked inside while responding, "Really? How could our Ruoruo be so amazing?"
Holding her daughter, she led Zhuang Zhebin to everyone and greeted the other children's parents with a smile.
Then he put Feng Ruoruo down again, took out some snacks and said, "Ruoruo, share the snacks with your dance classmates."
Feng Ruoruo immediately went to happily distribute the snacks her father had brought.
The children in the dance class were very happy after receiving the snacks. They all came over to say "thank you" to Feng Yifan.
The dance studio suddenly became lively because of Feng Yifan's arrival.
The parents were all very curious and would take the initiative to talk to Feng Yifan, and the topic they talked about was always the Western restaurant he was about to open.