Hardcore Chef Dad

Seriously everyone started to have lunch, and soon everyone realized that their lunch was different.

First of all, Liu Wanhua, her bowl of chicken noodles, just took a sip of the soup, she has already noticed the difference in taste. Obviously, I can taste the bowl of noodles Lin Ruifeng made for her. The taste is a bit special.

The overall taste is no different from the previous Suji's, but the seasoning is slightly different.

After taking a sip of the soup, I picked up the noodles to "suck" and ate a bite of noodles.

The noodles are mixed with the soup. When chewing in the mouth, Liu Wanhua feels a very refreshing sensation. Almost no chewing is necessary to drink the noodles together with the soup at once.

It's really just noodles to drink, and even though it's chicken soup, it doesn't have that greasy feeling in the throat.

At the same time, there is a hint of fragrance in the noodles. Liu Wanhua likes the smell of raw wheat.

After eating the first bite, Liu Wanhua said, "Well, it seems that Xiaolin is very careful today. This bowl of noodles should be mixed with several different flours. In order to highlight the wheat aroma in the noodles, you should use the flour. Bake, let the aroma of wheat come out, and then go to make the noodles and roll out the noodles, right?"

Lin Ruifeng was a little surprised when he heard Liu Wanhua's words: "Grandma, did you eat it?"

Liu Wanhua smiled and said, "It is naturally eaten. Do you know why every time I go to Su Ji to eat noodles, your master remixes the noodles for me and then rolls out the noodles?"

Lin Ruifeng recalled that every time Liu Wanhua came to eat the noodles, they were indeed freshly prepared by Master.

He was taken aback for a moment and asked, "Grandma, did my master also use this method?"

Liu Wanhua nodded: "Yes, your master used a similar method to yours, but the flour your master used is also different. He added some raw wheat flour to increase the aroma of wheat in the noodles, and his method, It really has to be freshly hand-rolled."

Speaking of this, Liu Wanhua took another sip of the soup and said: "Your bowl of chicken noodle soup, this soup is also seasoned?"

Lin Ruifeng nodded again: "Yes, if the chicken soup is used directly, it may be more greasy, so I brushed the soup a bit, and I added some fish soup to the original chicken soup to taste."

Liu Wanhua smiled and said, "Sure enough, I just said why this chicken soup has an umami taste."

After taking another sip of soup, Liu Wanhua said affirmatively: "Yes, Ruifeng, you have made a lot of progress. You have not lived up to your master's teachings. You are considered to be of a certain level."

Lin Ruifeng was very happy to be affirmed by Liu Wanhua.

Followed by Fan Chaodong’s evaluation: "Well, my fried rice is a bit special. It still tastes like the kind of distinct fried rice, but the taste is even softer, and this fried rice has been eaten until now. None of it makes me feel very oily."

When Wang Cuifeng heard her husband's words, she immediately said, "Yes, yes, I won't feel greasy after eating this plate."

Lin Ruifeng nodded and continued, "This is also my attempt today. I want to solve the problem of over-oil fried rice. Can Uncle Fan and Aunt Feng think my solution is okay?"

Fan Chaodong took two more mouthfuls and asked, "You have to talk about it first, how did you solve it?"

Lin Ruifeng did not hide: "I first reduced the oil, and then I added some apple juice when the fried rice came out of the pan."

When Fan Chaodong heard this, he glanced at Wang Cuifeng beside him.

Then Wang Cuifeng said, "Well, I really added some lemon juice, but although you have solved the greasy problem, it also affected the overall taste of fried rice. Have you ever thought about it, if you are a person who likes spicy food, Can he still eat a plate of fried rice like this?"

Being said by Wang Cuifeng made Lin Ruifeng instantly aware of the problem.

Fan Chaodong even handed the uneaten part of his meal to Lin Ruifeng, and asked him to taste it himself.

Lin Ruifeng used a small clean spoon to taste it himself. He quickly discovered the problem. It did not taste so greasy in this way, but because of the addition of apple juice, the fried rice grains would be a little softer, and the taste would be limited by apple juice.

If you don’t like sweetness, adding apple juice to it will be counterproductive.

Lin Ruifeng suddenly felt a little lost, and felt that his efforts had not really succeeded.

When Lin Ruifeng was lost, Zhao Daxia and her two sons gave him an encouragement.

Zhao Daxia first said: "Xiao Lin, I think the fried rice you gave me is delicious, and my two sons also like it. Look at the two boys who have finished their meals."

The younger son rushed in front of his elder brother to give Lin Ruifeng a thumbs up: "The elder brother makes delicious."

The eldest son went on to say: "Brother Feng, your fried rice is really delicious. It feels even better than what my brother and I ate there last night."

When Lin Ruifeng saw that Zhao Daxia and her two sons liked it, he laughed: "Thank you for your love. I asked about your tastes when I was eating this morning, and then I made some adjustments during the fried rice at noon. To make fried rice more suitable for your tastes."

Fan Chaodong was a little curious and asked, "Ruifeng, how did you make adjustments for them?"

Lin Ruifeng smiled and said, "Aunt Zhao and her two sons are from the north, and their taste will be a bit saltier. So I added a little bit of soup to their fried rice to increase the saltiness of the fried rice. I think the effect sounds good."

Zhao Daxia was a little embarrassed and said: "I am actually not used to Su Ji's food when I came here, because I think the taste is too weak, it seems that there is no taste at all."

Hearing Zhao Daxia’s words, Liu Wanhua suddenly laughed: "Hahaha, it’s true that many of Su Ji’s dishes are lightly cooked, so Zhao Daxia, your food from the north is normal. In fact, you can follow Yifan. Say, he should adjust for you."

Zhao Daxia said quickly: "I, I didn't say, but the boss has made adjustments."

Lin Ruifeng smiled and said, "Yes, the meals that Master he gave to Aunt Zhao every day are all seasoned separately to ensure that Aunt Zhao will be satisfied."

Shen Qingluo said at this time: "In this case, you should actually adjust the taste of your fried rice according to the needs of different diners? Only in this way can everyone like the fried rice?"

Fan Chaodong, Wang Cuifeng and Liu Wanhua couldn't help laughing when they heard this.

Liu Wanhua stretched out her hand and held Shen Qingluo and said, "You girl, you are so simple to say that Xiaolin is already busy setting up a stall. Where else can I adjust the taste according to everyone's preferences? In that case, wouldn't it be exhausting? Don’t you know if you feel bad about it?"

Shen Qingluo's cheeks were flushed instantly, and then she rushed into Liu Wanhua's arms like a baby.

"Oh, Grandma Wanhua, why do you talk about people like that? They and Xiaolin are still ordinary friends now. Don't always make fun of them."

Liu Wanhua laughed when she saw it, and she also laughed when she embraced Shen Qingluo.

Wang Cuifeng took the opportunity to say, "Ah, I always thought that you and Xiaolin are a couple. Since you two are ordinary friends, let me introduce a girlfriend to Xiaolin tomorrow. It happened that there was a girl in the house of one of our customers. About the same age as Xiaolin."

Hearing Wang Cuifeng's words, Shen Qingluo immediately raised his head from Liu Wanhua's arms.

But after raising her head, she suddenly realized that she had been deliberately teased by Wang Cuifeng.

In this way, Shen Qingluo became even more embarrassed, and quickly retracted into Liu Wanhua's arms.

Everyone couldn't help laughing when they saw this scene.

Wang Cuifeng didn't forget to say, "How about it? How about turning around, Xiao Shen, you go and check Xiaolin? See if what I introduced to Xiaolin is appropriate?"

Shen Qing Luo simply angered and said: "Okay, just go."

When Lin Ruifeng saw this situation, he could only say quickly: "Don't, Aunt Feng, I'm calling you auntie, don't tell me, Qing Luo and I are doing well now, so don't bother. "

Wang Cuifeng smiled and said, "Well, you started calling my aunt and my uncle today. I knew it. You must be good enough with Xiao Shen. I just said casually, where can I separate the two of you? If it really breaks up, when your master comes back, won't you fight me hard?"

When everyone was talking and laughing, Fan Chaodong suddenly exclaimed: "Hey, yes, Ruifeng, you can actually try to incorporate lemon juice into your fried rice."

Almost at the same time when Fan Chaodong said this, in the Feng’s kitchen in the countryside, Feng Yifan, who was busy, finally explained to his wife a suitable way to relieve the greasy fried rice under his wife’s hard work. Very clever way.

"In fact, there are many ways to crack the greasiness. The easiest way is to use the orange zest to break it and add it to the fried rice. This will reduce the greasiness of the fried rice and match it with the sourness of the cooked rice. Mei, it can definitely have a good effect."

Su Ruoxi was a little surprised at hearing: "Is it that simple?"

Feng Yifan smiled and nodded: "It's that simple, but you must use fresh orange peels, but you can't use tangerine peels. That thing can't be used directly like that. It will have a heavy bitterness. Also, when using orange peels, you must also use white peels. Part of it is cleaned up."

Su Ruoxi asked again, "Is there any other way?"

Feng Yifan went on to say: "There is another way, which is to make a fuss from the meat. Since it is fried rice with char siu, roast goose, and roast duck, add some to the meat of the char siu, roast goose, and roast duck. Lemon juice, a little bit can neutralize the oiliness of the meat."

After listening to her husband's method, Su Ruoxi was also surprised: "So it's that simple?"

Feng Yifan smiled and said, "It's actually that simple. Every time I cook meat for you, I will add some lemon juice to neutralize some of the greasy."

After hearing her husband say this, Su Ruoxi remembered that every time her husband made those dishes that were obviously very greasy, but they did not feel very greasy.

After being revealed by her husband, Su Ruoxi finally understood that it was so simple.

However, before Su Ruoxi was ready to go out and call, Feng Yifan grabbed his wife in his arms and said, "You know the way, but you can't talk about it. If you can't tell Ruifeng, let him study it by himself and go by himself. Find a solution."

Su Ruoxi leaned in her husband's arms and said, "You are really, that is your apprentice, why can't you tell him?"

Feng Yifan sighed helplessly: "This is a test for him. If he can't pass such a little test, and he still needs to rely on you to tell him a way, then he may really not be suitable for the profession of a cook. He needs to be bold and creative. Try to do it."

Su Ruoxi heard her husband say this, so she nodded: "Well, listen to you, don't tell Xiaolin."

Seeing that his wife was not willing to agree, Feng Yifan smiled and leaned over, planning to kiss his wife.

As a result, the couple was about to kiss, and suddenly the daughter’s voice sounded: "Mom and dad, what are you doing? Oh, how can you do this in the kitchen? You don’t cook well, you know you kissed in the kitchen. Ruoruo is hungry."

Being hit by her daughter like this, the couple could only be separated in an instant.

Su Ruoxi walked over and hugged her daughter and said, "Okay, let's go out and let Dad cook well, and let Dad prepare good food to compensate for Ruoruo."

Feng Ruoruo put her arms around her mother's neck and smiled at her father and said, "Dad, cook well."

Feng Yifan naturally smiled at his daughter and nodded and agreed: "Okay, Dad must cook well."

Watching the mother and daughter go out, Feng Yifan was also a little helpless. The good deeds between himself and his wife were ruined by his daughter, so he could only cook well.

On the other side, in Lin's shop, Lin Ruifeng also had enlightenment when he heard Fan Chaodong's words.

"Yes, yes, you can use lemon juice. Master once said before that lemon juice is good for neutralizing greasy things, and Master also said that ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ When eating top-notch barbecues abroad, it often happens. With some lemon slices, use lemon slices to dissolve the fat in the meat."

Fan Chaodong smiled and said, "Yes, this is the method. This was when I was eating barbecue at Lao Yang's house, and Lao Yang once gave it to me."

Speaking of this, Wang Cuifeng suddenly felt a little sad and said, "I don't know how that fellow Yang Zhigang is doing now?"

After being said that, Liu Wanhua and Fan Chaodong also thought of Yang Zhigang.

I have to say that in this old street, there are actually only a few companies that really have the best relationship, and Yang Zhigang is a very righteous person, so his relationship with everyone has always been very good. Even before Feng Yifan came back, the shop owners on the east side of the ancient street had always been headed by Yang Zhigang.

However, Feng Yifan's return has changed everything, and Yang Zhigang has gradually ceased to be needed by everyone as before.

Now, Yang Zhigang has left the old street even more, which inevitably makes Fan Chaodong and Wang Cuifeng miss very much.

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