Chapter 125： Conquer diners with rice and noodles

　　 Except for Feng Ruoruo, the "Su Ji Xiao Bawang", everyone else still respects Su Ji's rules. Of course, the most important thing is that the fried rice and noodles alone have made the diners feast.

After several days of preparation, Feng Yifan also prepared some side dishes for everyone in accordance with the tradition of Su Ji.

The 　　 side dishes are paired with Su Kee’s unique fried rice, and Ifu noodles with various toppings.

Because fried rice and noodles are more convenient, there are many customers in Su Ji at noon, and the turnover rate has reached the peak of Feng Yifan's return for so many days.

Su Ruoxi was almost too busy alone. Fortunately, her mother-in-law Lu Cuiling and Lin Ruifeng, who was still in the kitchen cutting potatoes, helped.

Of course, many times when Feng Yifan comes to serve dinner, he will help to clean up.

In the eyes of the onlookers, Feng Yifan and Su Ruoxi are the young couples who are very skillful and quick to turn the stage. The two of them are obviously used to it. They are very quick to clean the table and make sure that the tables and chairs are tidy.

After the highest peak passed at noon, Feng Yifan finally finished the table of two friends and family of Feng Ruoruo kindergarten.

I got all the fried rice and noodles of the adults. Feng Yifan was also embarrassed to apologize when standing at the table: "I'm so sorry, everyone has waited so long. I never thought there would be so many people at noon today."

Grandpa Chen Yaofei picked up the noodles in the bowl in front of him with his chopsticks, looked at it carefully and said, "Is it really Yifu noodles? Our wait seems to be really worth it."

Grandpa Chen Yaofei obviously understands Yifu noodles, so he ordered the most traditional "Yifu Noodles with Chicken Sauce".

Feng Yifan heard what Feifei said with a smile: "You have a taste. I have been abroad for a few years, but I actually have some handicrafts."

Grandpa Chen Yaofei smiled without saying a word. He picked up the noodles with his chopsticks and ate a big bite with the soup.

After a short taste, Grandpa Chen Yaofei smiled on his face and gave Feng Yifan a thumbs up: "It's authentic, I never thought I could still eat such authentic Yifu noodles with chicken sauce today."

was praised by Grandpa Feifei, Feng Yifan responded quickly: "Thank you, you just need to eat well."

Yang Zhiyi ordered fried rice. Now that Grandpa Chen Yaofei said that, I can’t help but regret it. I think I should order a bowl of it.

When Li Fei'er saw her husband’s awkward expression, she understood her husband’s thoughts immediately, and poked her husband gently and said, “Don’t just look at people’s food, hurry up, and try the fried rice. You should also learn from them. ."

Yang Zhiyi was said by his wife, and he said unconvincedly: "Isn't it just fried rice? I can do that too."

As soon as I finished saying this, my daughter Yang Xiaoxi didn't show any face: "Dad, don't brag."

Li Feier laughed at her husband when she heard her daughter's words: "Look, even your daughter knows that you brag. You can taste other people's food first, and then you can say you can do it after you eat it?"

Yang Zhiyi was still unconvinced, but he still took a spoonful with a spoon, and then ate it directly.

In the entrance, the rice grains are slightly elastic, and the fragrance of fried rice spreads in the mouth. It is really fragrant as you chew along with the side dishes in the rice.

Yang Zhiyi really wanted to give himself a mouth at this moment.

How do you think of it, can you make this kind of fried rice by yourself? This fried rice is simply too fragrant and delicious.

Yang Zhiyi ate a few mouthfuls in a row. Li Feier smiled and asked, "How is it? Chef Yang, what did you taste after eating so many mouthfuls? My daughter and I are waiting for you to come home and cook for us. ."

After listening to his wife, Yang Zhiyi put on a pleasing smile on his face, and said to his wife with a small smile: "My wife, let's have something to say, let's discuss the matter of going home for fried rice."

Yang Zhiyi's confession immediately caused a table of people to laugh.

Yang Xiaoxi asked, "Dad, how do you think Uncle Feng's fried rice is good now?"

Yang Zhiyi gave a thumbs up: "Absolutely, your Uncle Feng's fried rice, dad can only use the word ‘absolute’ to describe it, dad is really convinced, and dad really can’t make it out."

Feng Yifan stood by and smiled and said, "Lao Yang, if you really want to learn, I can teach you. This fried rice is not difficult."

Before Yang Zhiyi could speak, Yang Xiaoxi first agreed to help his father: "Well, my father wants to learn, Uncle Feng, you have to teach my father well."

Yang Zhiyi wanted to shout "Don't learn", but seeing the smiling eyes of his wife next to him, he could only swallow the words back. Looking at Feng Yifan, he said, "Okay, I have time to come and learn."

Seeing that everyone was very satisfied with the lunch, Feng Yifan also smiled and said, "In fact, it’s good for everyone to eat happily."

At this time, Feng Ruoruo finally had the opportunity to speak: "Dad, everyone has it, how about mine, Xixi and Fai Fei? You promised us that you want to make special fried rice for us."

Feng Yifan stretched out his hand and gently touched his daughter's little face: "Don't worry, don't worry, Dad hasn't forgotten, and I will serve the three little babies right away."

After saying this, Feng Yifan bid farewell to everyone, turned around and walked back to the back kitchen quickly.

Watching Feng Yifan walk into the back kitchen, Yang Zhiyi looked at the three girls curiously and asked, "Are the three of you different from ours?"

Yang Xiaoxi said directly to his father: "Of course, the three of us are made specially for us by Uncle Feng. It is very special fried rice, which is different from all of you."

Speaking of this, Yang Xiaoxi proudly raised her chin.

When Yang Zhiyi saw this, he immediately expressed his dissatisfaction: "This is wrong, why are you three different from us? No, I want to protest to Chef Feng."

The voice just fell The three little girls shouted in unison: "No protest."

Yang Zhiyi looked at the three little girls, pretending to be unconvinced and said: "Why? Why are you three different from us?"

Yang Xiaoxi rushed to his father and said: "Stupid father, because we are children, how can you adults be like children? Children are given preferential treatment in Ruoruo's restaurant."

My daughter spoke clearly, and Yang Zhiyi was speechless for a while, and seemed unable to argue with her daughter.

Feng Ruoruo continued: "Uncle Yang, you eat yours, we eat ours, you can't steal our children."

Chen Yaofei originally wanted to say something, but Yang Zhiyi stopped him: "It's alright, uncle understands, you three are children, and if you are good friends, you have special treatment, uncle understands."

Chen Yaofei listened to Uncle Yang's words and smiled shyly and said: "Uncle Yang, I want to say that if you want to eat something different, you should go and tell Uncle Feng yourself.

Hearing what Chen Yaofei said, Li Fei'er couldn't help but burst into laughter. While laughing, she said: "You see how sensible other people's children are? Do you want to learn more from their children."

Yang Zhiyi was still ridiculed by his wife's jokes, and he had nothing to say, so he could only eat the fried rice on his plate.

When a group of people at this table saw this, they couldn't help laughing. They were really happy people at the table.

At this time, Feng Ruoruo and her two good friends looked at the back kitchen door eagerly, expecting Dad (Uncle Feng) to give them three, what kind of fried rice?

Lin Ruifeng, who was in the back kitchen, watched the master's actions, and was stunned again, only admiring Feng Yifan in his eyes.