Hardcore Chef Dad

Feng Yifan, who has processed most of the ingredients in Su Ji’s back kitchen, once again uncovered the big iron bucket of the elbow before boiling. At this time, the fragrance from the bucket is more intense. The fragrance of fat and collagen is simply salivating. .

　　 Use a large iron spoon to gently move, observe the texture and color of the meat in the pot, and confirm that there is no problem with the lid.

　　 Next is the last period of cooking, but I still have to slowly cook it over a simmer, to thoroughly cook the taste into the meat.

　　 Feng Yifan walked to the side of the cooking table and reached out to touch the temperature of the baking pan with the egg tarts. After confirming that the temperature had dropped, he took the baking pan and walked out from the back kitchen.

　　 The door of the restaurant has been opened, and Su Ruoxi has finished sorting the restaurant, and is sitting at the cashier, sorting out the accounts.

　　 Hearing the sound, Su Ruoxi raised her head. Seeing her husband who came out with the baking tray, she stood up with a little excitement.

Seeing his wife standing up, Feng Yifan smiled and said, "Okay, come and taste your own craft. If you are satisfied, we will pack it and wait for the meat to come out of the pot. I will press the meat and give it to my daughter. Sent it."

　　 Su Ruoxi walked out of the checkout counter and came to a table next to his father's wheelchair, staring at her husband and putting down the baking tray.

　　 The egg tarts are neatly placed in the baking tray, with a golden base, white and tender double skin milk inside, and a small red flower dotted with it.

　　 Seeing his wife staring, but he did not reach out to take it to eat, Feng Yifan smiled and picked up one, took his wife's hand, and put it into his wife's palm.

　　 "Come on, try it."

　　 Su Ruoxi was a little bit agitated and worried. This was the first time that she had cooked by herself. Although the process was not very complicated, and there were not many mistakes, she was still a little worried.

　　 Under the encouraging gaze of her husband, Su Ruoxi took a deep breath, stretched out her hand and gently squeezed one, and slowly put it to her mouth.

　　 opened her mouth and took a small bite with the double skin milk inside. Su Ruoxi's slightly frowned brows gradually unfolded.

　　 The cookie tarts are crispy and sweet, paired with the milky scent of double skin milk inside, the sweetness of fruits, and the aroma after baking. It is really delicious.

　　 Su Ruoxi looked at her husband in surprise, she couldn't believe it, this is a snack she made by herself.

　　 Looking at his wife with a surprised look, Feng Yifan smiled and took one and said, "Isn't it delicious? How about? Your husband's recipe and instructions are okay, right?"

　　 Su Ruoxi nodded first, and then said: "I did a good job, and it succeeded once, indicating that I can also make snacks."

　　 As the wife said, she raised her chin with a little arrogance.

　　 Feng Yifan looked at this moment with light in his eyes, exuding a confident wife, and felt that his wife was really beautiful at this moment.

　　 Then, Feng Yifan pinched a small spoon and held the egg **** in front of his father-in-law, squatted down and scooped out some double skin milk fillings with the small spoon, and smiled and said to his father-in-law, "Try it?"

　　Su Jinrong was taken aback for a moment, and then opened his mouth hard, and asked Feng Yifan to put the small spoonful in his mouth.

　　Because Feng Yifan did not scoop the diced pulp inside, but only scooped a small spoonful of double skin milk, the entrance was just a squeeze of the tongue, the milk scent spread in the mouth, and then it flowed into the esophagus like water.

　　 Su Ruoxi saw her husband feeding her father, she was a little nervous, and even squeezed the egg **** in her hand and gnawed the skin carefully.

　　 Soon after taking this sip, Su Jinrong slowly burst into a smile, looked at his embarrassed daughter, and tried to say: "Very good, delicious."

　　 got a very simple three-character evaluation from her father, but Su Ruoxi was very excited, tears flowed out of her eyes almost instantly, flowing down her cheeks.

　　 When Feng Yifan saw his wife crying, he probably could still understand the complicated feelings of his wife at this moment.

　　Perhaps for Su Ruoxi, this is the first time she has won a compliment from her father in the field that her family has been good at for generations.

Feng Yifan stood up slowly, put down the egg **** and small spoon in his hand, walked to his wife, stretched out his hand and gently wiped the tears from his face, and said softly, "What are you crying? Dad said it was delicious. It means you did a great job."

　　 was wiped away by her husband's tears, so Su Ruoxi woke up, and quickly turned around to avoid her husband's continued hand.

Su Ruoxi turned her back to her husband and quickly wiped away her tears. She turned her face again and her emotions had calmed down. She bypassed her husband and came to her father. She bit her lip and hesitated for a while. She still asked, "Dad, can I continue to make snacks in the future?" "

　　Su Jinrong raised his head to look at his daughter, seeing the firmness in her daughter's eyes, and a similar scene faintly appeared before him.

　　 Many years ago, my younger sister, who felt she had succeeded in stealing the teacher, challenged the rules handed down by her father and Su Ji with a very confident attitude. At that time, my sister's eyes were also full of firmness, an aura to break the tradition.

　　 Su Jinrong recalled now, and couldn't help thinking in his heart: Back then, father and sister could tolerate each other a little bit, would the ending be different?

　　 Thinking of this, Su Jinrong looked over her daughter and looked at the son-in-law standing behind her.

　　Su Jinrong realized that it was the son-in-law who came back this time, using his different attitude towards life, subtly changing the family, and even some of his own concepts of dealing with things were affected and many changes had taken place.

　　Su Jinrong retracted his gaze, looked at the daughter who was standing in front of him with a firm gaze, and nodded: "Okay, do it well."

　　 With the consent of her father, Su Ruoxi was very, very satisfied, and a smile appeared on her face: "Well, I will do it well, thank you Dad."

　　 Then Su Ruoxi patted her husband again and said, "Next time you will teach me some other dim sums. They should be beautiful and delicious, but not too difficult."

　　 Feng Yifan looked at his wife's excited expression, smiled and nodded: "Okay, I will teach you tomorrow."

　　 Then Feng Yifan remembered the meat on the back kitchen stove, glanced at the clock on the wall of the restaurant, and said to his wife: "You can pack your daughter. Don't eat too much. I will get the meat out later."

　　 Su Ruoxi took the small square box packed in her husband's hands: "Why would I steal the food? Go and work for you. I will install it for you, and you will send it to your daughter in a while."

　　 Hearing that his wife still asked her to deliver it, Feng Yifan asked strangely: "Didn't it taste good? Wouldn't you send it to your daughter?"

　　 Su Ruoxi said earnestly: “We’ve agreed, you want to send it, and you’re not allowed to tell my daughter that I did it~www.novelmt.com~ I want to listen to the real feedback from my daughter and children, so that it’s more fair.”

　　 His wife insisted so stubbornly that Feng Yifan had no choice but to nod her head and promised: "Okay, then wait for me to press on the meat."

　　 Su Ruoxi also glanced at the wall clock, determined the time and said, "Well, it's okay, it's too late."

　　 Feng Yifan walked to the back kitchen. At this moment, the back kitchen was already filled with a rich smell of meat, even when the pot was covered.

　　 When the lid of the pot was lifted, the scent of oil and spices was boiled for an instant, and the water vapor spurted out of the iron bucket instantly, as if a thick aroma bomb exploded in front of him.

　　 Feng Yifan quickly turned off the fire and brought down the iron bucket, and then fished out the meat in the bucket with a tool.

　　 I took a large and deep iron plate, put pieces of boiled meat into the iron plate, and laid out the meat carefully.

　　 Some areas that are not very flat, you need to use a knife to modify the knife, and fill the thick and thin places.

After 　　 is flattened, pour the stewed meat stew into it, and finally press another iron plate on it.

　　 The whole is steadily placed on the iron shelf in the corner of the back kitchen, and heavy objects should be pressed on the iron plate above to ensure that the meat underneath is pressed tightly enough.

　　 In this way, a large plate of crystal meat meat is considered preliminary, and the rest is to allow the meat to cool naturally after a certain period of time. After the stewed soup has condensed into aspic, the crystal meat meat is considered a success.

　　 Feng Yifan cleaned the back kitchen again, filtered some of the braised soup at the bottom of the bucket, reheated it, and poured it into the earthenware pot containing the old braised.

　　 After finishing the finishing and cleaning, Feng Yifan changed his clothes and walked out of the back kitchen, ready to give his daughter a double-skin custard tart.