The restaurant was naturally running smoothly, but Feng Yifan was the only one busy in the kitchen. With more and more customers coming in at noon, it was indeed a little too busy.
In addition, there were many plates and tables left by the guests who had finished their meal that needed to be cleaned up, so Feng Yifan was very busy for a while.
Su Ruoxi naturally couldn't just sit there and watch, so she walked out from the cashier counter and took the initiative to clean the table, stacked the plates and bowls together, wiped the table, and then sent all the bowls, plates and chopsticks to the kitchen.
Seeing her daughter-in-law busy, Lu Cuiling immediately stood up to help, and said to her daughter-in-law with concern: "Oh, leave it there and let Yifan come out to clean it up later."
Su Ruoxi didn't dare let her mother-in-law do anything, so she protected the pile of bowls, plates and chopsticks to prevent her mother-in-law from interfering.
"Mom, please sit down. I can take care of these things. You can either sit down and chat with my dad or help me collect the money. I can take care of these things."
Lu Cuiling was naturally still worried: "Oh, there are so many, mom will help you, we can just share a little."
As she spoke, Lu Cuiling had already reached out to take the stacked bowls and poured the remaining soup and noodles in the bowls into the bucket that Su Ruoxi had brought.
But in fact, there was not much soup left in the bowl. The noodles made by Feng Yifan were so delicious, both the topping and the noodles, that people basically ate them all up.
Occasionally there would be a little bit of soup left, but that was mostly because we were too full, otherwise we would have wanted to drink up all the soup.
Lu Cuiling poured a few bowls and couldn't help but whisper to her daughter-in-law, "Ruoxi, I think it's unnecessary for you to bring this bucket. There's no soup left in these bowls."
Su Ruoxi took a look, smiled and whispered, "Mom, this is mainly because of your son's good craftsmanship."
The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law chatted while cleaning up, and soon cleared the table, which was naturally quickly occupied by the people waiting.
This is almost the situation at noon, and the ten tables in the small restaurant are almost always occupied.
For some old diners like Zhang Maosheng, who are used to lingering in the small restaurant after lunch, it is really a little bit difficult to get used to it.
When the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law cleaned up the table, put the stacked bowls, plates and chopsticks into another clean bucket, and were about to carry the big bucket into the kitchen together.
Feng Yifan just came out and saw the buckets in the hands of the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. He quickly served the fried rice and noodles to others, then turned around and took the two heavy buckets from the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law.
"Ruoxi, you and mom just sit with dad and the others, leave the cleaning to me, I can handle it, don't worry."
Looking at Feng Yifan carrying two buckets, it seemed that the buckets, which were originally heavy, seemed to have little weight in his hands.
After Feng Yifan entered the kitchen, Lu Cuiling returned to her husband, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Old Feng, why does our son seem to be much stronger than before?"
Feng Jiandong also wanted to help, but was stopped by Lu Cuiling. Moreover, his daughter-in-law was nearby, and as a father-in-law, he felt embarrassed to get too close.
Seeing the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law finished cleaning up, Feng Jiandong wanted to reach out and take the bucket and help carry it to the kitchen. However, Feng Yifan came out in time and made him stand up and sit down again.
Hearing his wife's words, Feng Jiandong nodded and said, "Didn't you notice that your son is much stronger than before? Didn't you see that arm?"
As he spoke, Feng Jiandong clenched his fists and made a powerful gesture for his wife to see.
Lu Cuiling suddenly realized, "Yes, our son's arms were not as strong as they are now. This time, his arms are really strong, even stronger than yours who does farm work all day."
Feng Jiandong whispered, "This shows that my son has indeed suffered a lot in the past few years abroad."
Lu Cuiling curled her lips and said, "It's better to suffer a little. It will make him understand that it's not so easy to stay outside. Then he will come back and take care of the family safely."
Su Jinrong, who was sitting next to them, heard what the old couple said and tried to come over and said, "Go out and meet them, okay."
After hearing what her in-laws said, Lu Cuiling turned to Su Jinrong and said, "Brother Su, you should still spoil him. You can't let Yifan do what he wants. After you come back this time, you must let Ruoxi take care of him."
After hearing this, Feng Jiandong and Su Jinrong looked at each other and couldn't help but smile bitterly.
The business at noon was indeed better than the previous two days, and many new diners came here because of recommendations from friends.
Naturally, there are also some diners who like to take out their mobile phones and swipe through them to look for videos that go well with their meals.
Soon, diners in the restaurant discovered the video that Meng Shitong and her team were filming at Su Ji.
"Hey, isn't the restaurant in this store exploration video Su Ji?"
Someone discovered that the video was soon shared among the diners in the restaurant, and Lu Cuiling, Feng Jiandong and her relative Su Jinrong also sat together to watch it.
While watching the video, both the parents and father-in-law had a hint of joy on their faces, and they all thought that Feng Yifan's performance in the video was great.
Of course, as a mother, Lu Cuiling still took the opportunity to say a few words to her son.
"You little brat, you only know how to show off. You have to make so many things when frying rice. Yo yo yo, you even flip the pan. What's that? Just serve the rice. Why do you have to do such little tricks? You're almost like a circus juggler."
Although she said this, it was not difficult to tell from the smile on Lu Cuiling's face that she was still very satisfied with her son's handsome actions.
Father-in-law Su Jinrong had not actually watched his son-in-law cook carefully during the days since he came back, but the editing of the opening of this video made Su Jinrong very satisfied.
In Su Jinrong's opinion, his knife skills are definitely at the master level. Su Jinrong even thinks that they are comparable to his father at his peak.
When Su Jinrong saw some of the showmanship scenes in the fried rice, his brows slightly frowned at first.
As a very traditional chef, Su Jinrong felt that this kind of showmanship was unnecessary, especially the flipping of the wok at the end when serving the rice, which was really too fancy and made Su Jinrong dislike it very much.
However, after hearing some comments from diners in the restaurant, Su Jinrong's brows relaxed again and he gradually felt relieved.
“Wow, this is really amazing.”
"Awesome! The boss is awesome."
"As expected, I like the chef of the restaurant. I really have good taste."
“This is something you can’t learn.”
"Madam, is this really the boss of the kitchen? Can we go in and take a look?"
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Su Ruoxi was busy greeting guests and could only glance at the video when taking orders. When she saw Feng Yifan flipping the wok handsomely in the video, she was a little impressed by her husband.
I heard a diner ask if he could go in and watch it live.
Su Ruoxi smiled and shook her head: "I'm sorry, we don't allow anyone to enter the kitchen. First, the kitchen is full of fumes, and people may not be able to stand it. Second, we have to ensure the hygiene of the kitchen, so no one can enter casually."
Su Ruoxi's explanation was very clear and concise, and everyone could understand it. No one asked to go in, but continued to watch the video.
At this time, Su Jinrong saw his son-in-law making the "Hibiscus Lychee Fish" and watched the whole process. He couldn't help nodding with satisfaction again, thinking that his son-in-law's cooking skills were indeed very skilled.
When Feng Yifan came out to serve the meal again, the restaurant was suddenly silent for a moment, with only the sounds from everyone's mobile phone videos remaining.
After a brief silence, someone suddenly stood up and asked, "Chef, can we take a photo together?"