Feng Yifan stood by and watched his wife, like a child learning to write for the first time, carefully pouring the milk from the small pot little by little into the egg tart base which was already covered with diced fruit pulp.
Every time, Su Ruoxi was very careful and looked seriously at the amount of milk poured.
I will compare it with the ones next to it to ensure that the amount of milk poured into each egg tart crust is basically in the same position.
With his fixed eyes and very slow movements of his hands, he really looks like a good and serious baby.
And Su Jinrong, who was sitting in a wheelchair, also saw his daughter working so seriously for the first time.
Su Jinrong suddenly thought in his heart: Did I make the same mistake as my father did and not let my daughter learn in the kitchen? Was that a mistake
Su Ruoxi's careful and delicate movements at this moment made Su Jinrong feel that perhaps his daughter also had such a talent for cooking.
Finally, after pouring milk into all the egg tart crusts, Su Ruoxi let out a long sigh of relief, put down the small iron pan in her hand, and felt her arms a little bit numb, so she shook her hands vigorously.
When Feng Yifan saw this scene, he held his wife's hands with both hands and rubbed them gently.
"Soak it in warm water for a while. This is your first time doing this, so you're definitely going to feel a little uncomfortable."
Su Ruoxi originally wanted to pull her hand back, but she found that her husband was rubbing her palms and knuckles, and the gentle movements made her feel very comfortable, so she did not pull her hand back.
After letting her husband knead it for a while, Su Ruoxi looked at the egg tarts that had been injected with milk and said, "Is this all right?"
Feng Yifan shook his head and said, "Of course not. It still needs to be baked. Of course, it needs a little processing for beauty."
Su Ruoxi immediately pulled her hand back, then pushed her husband and said, "Why don't you hurry up? Don't waste time, make it quickly and send it to our daughter."
Feng Yifan smiled and asked, "Isn't mother going to send her daughter off in person today?"
Su Ruoxi was stunned for a moment and thought that it was possible for her to deliver the gift herself. Besides, the egg tart was baked by her personally for her daughter. If she delivered the gift herself, her daughter would definitely be very surprised.
But on second thought, Su Ruoxi felt that she couldn't deliver it herself. What if her daughter and the other kids didn't like it
Su Ruoxi immediately shook her head and said, "I won't go and deliver it. You can deliver it to my daughter. Don't tell her that I made this for her today."
Feng Yifan was surprised and asked, "Why?"
Su Ruoxi said seriously, "What if my daughter and the kids in the kindergarten think it's not tasty? Besides, this was originally what you wanted to make. You directed me to make it, so if it's not tasty, it's your fault. I won't take the responsibility for it."
Feng Yifan was at a loss whether to laugh or cry after hearing what his wife said. He didn't expect that his wife was so good at passing the buck.
Feng Yifan continued, "What are you afraid of? If you follow my recipe exactly, there will be no problem. You can try it first. If it tastes good, your daughter will definitely be happy if you personally give it to her."
Su Ruoxi continued with a serious face: "I made it myself, so I can't judge it myself. If my daughter knew that I made it, she would definitely say it was delicious, so she can't judge it accurately. I want to hear the real judgment of my daughter and other children to know whether I did a good job or not."
Seeing his wife's lack of confidence, Feng Yifan smiled and comforted her: "Don't worry, our daughter and the kids will definitely think you're doing a good job."
Despite Feng Yifan's repeated persuasion, his wife still insisted on concealing the fact that it was she who did it and wanted their daughter and the kindergarten children to make an objective judgment.
Seeing that his wife was as stubborn as a little girl, Feng Yifan could only nod and agree to her.
Then, Feng Yifan took out some cherries from the refrigerator, used a knife to slice the cherry flesh into small red flowers, and dotted them on the milk in the egg tarts.
In this way, the colorful double-skin milk tarts look even more beautiful.
Su Ruoxi, who was standing next to him, also looked on with shining eyes.
The final step is of course to bake it in the oven.
Feng Yifan put the baking tray into the oven, adjusted the temperature, and began to tidy up the counter and sort out various things. It was almost time for baking.
As soon as the oven is turned on, the sweet aroma of cookies mixed with the aroma of milk wafts out and fills the entire kitchen.
Amid the aroma of cookies and milk, there is a hint of fruit scent, which is really tempting to smell.
Su Ruoxi was even more nervous at this time, worried that she had not done a good job, so she kept a close eye on the baking tray her husband took out of the oven.
Putting the baking tray on the countertop, Feng Yifan smiled and said, "Very good, the finished product is perfect. It seems my wife is very talented."
When Su Ruoxi heard this, she quickly moved to the baking tray. When she looked down, she saw the brown egg tarts, the white and tender milk, and the little red dots. It really looked very beautiful.
Seeing such success, Su Ruoxi was a little proud in her heart. She raised her chin to her husband and said, "Huh, now I know that you are not the only one who can do it."
As she spoke, Su Ruoxi stretched out her hand, intending to take one out to taste it.
But Feng Yifan grabbed her hand and said seriously, "Be careful of the heat. I told you yesterday. Why don't you learn your lesson? Put it here and eat it when it's cool."
Su Ruoxi pulled her hand back, pouting a little unhappy that she couldn't eat it. Then she thought of another question: "How are you going to send it to your daughter? Isn't it difficult to pack the lunch box?"
Feng Yifan nodded and said, "Well, using ordinary lunch boxes is indeed not beautiful, but I have prepared some."
As he spoke, Feng Yifan found a few boxes that were pressed into pieces of paper from some things he bought this morning.
After some shaping by his hands, the pieces of paper were transformed into shallow small paper boxes, each of which could just hold about six egg tarts.
Su Ruoxi asked in surprise: "You even prepared the box?"
Feng Yifan responded with a smile: "Of course, isn't your husband very smart?"
Su Ruoxi curled her lips: "Don't be so proud."
Then, the egg tarts were placed on the counter to cool, while Feng Yifan continued to prepare various ingredients.
Preparing ingredients for a restaurant is a very important matter. Ingredients such as broth and various fresh vegetables must be prepared in advance.
Whether the dishes served by the restaurant kitchen can be efficient and high-quality all depends on whether the ingredients are prepared sufficiently in advance. Only when the preparation is sufficient can the cooking during business be guaranteed to be smooth.
Su Ruoxi watched her husband busy at work and smelled the aroma of the egg tarts in the baking pan. She couldn't help but take a few glances at them and even couldn't help swallowing her saliva.
After staying there for a while, Su Ruoxi finally couldn't stand it anymore, so she pushed her father out of the kitchen and said, "It's getting late, you stay in the kitchen, I'll go to the front and open the store door."
Feng Yifan also came back to his senses in his busyness and responded: "Oh, okay, can you do it alone?"
Su Ruoxi said seriously: "Of course, just do your job in the kitchen."
After watching his wife push his father-in-law away, Feng Yifan continued to be busy in the kitchen. He needed to wash the vegetables, process some meat, and of course the most important thing was to boil several pots of soup.
All of this is what a small restaurant like Su Ji needs to do every day. The daily repetition may be boring, but this is the daily life of a small restaurant.
For Feng Yifan, he felt very comfortable in such a busy life, which was more real than the life when he was the center of attention in his previous life.