Chapter 510： Become a children’s cafeteria

After seeing her mother and grandfather, Feng Ruoruo quickly ran to her mother and grandfather's side.

Then the little girl looked behind her mother and grandfather again. After a while, Feng Ruoruo suddenly remembered the fact that her grandparents had gone.

The little girl raised her head and looked at her mother and asked, "Did grandparents go?"

Seeing her daughter’s appearance, Su Ruoxi touched her daughter’s little head and said: “Yes, grandparents are leaving in the morning, and it’s almost time to get home now. When we get to the stall where my father is, my mother will help Ruoruo call her grandparents. In the past, okay?"

Feng Ruoruo was depressed, and the little girl was a little sad when his grandparents left.

Grandpa stretched out his hand and touched his granddaughter's drooping head: "Well, wait for Dad, take Uncle Xiaolin, we'll go to grandparents' house."

Hearing that grandpa suddenly spoke smoothly, Feng Ruoruo raised her head and looked at grandpa in surprise: "Ah, grandpa, you are ready to speak now."

Su Jinrong smiled and nodded: "Yes, grandpa speaks smoothly now."

A smile appeared on Feng Ruoruo's face: "It's great."

Then, the little girl squatted down with her mother, and whispered to her mother and grandfather, "Grandpa and mother, let me tell you. Many children said that they are going to eat dad’s little wontons. Liu Zihao also said that he would let me treat him. If you can't treat guests stupidly, Dad has worked so hard and wants to make money."

Hearing the little girl's words, grandpa smiled and touched her little head to praise: "Well, Ruoruo is really smart."

The mother squeezed her daughter's face: "You little clever ghost."

Su Ruoxi then stood up, pulled her daughter and pushed her father to turn around and said, "Alright, let's go. Dad and Uncle Xiaolin's stalls are all set up. Let Dad cook us a bowl of small wontons when we go."

Feng Ruoruo immediately smiled and cheered: "Okay, okay, I want to eat small wontons."

Liu Zihao's mother also came to pick him up. The little boy heard Feng Ruoruo's cheering, and after thinking about it, he mustered up the courage to say to his mother, "I want to eat small wontons at night."

After hearing this, Liu Zihao's mother nodded and agreed: "I know, I will let my aunt do it for you when I go home at night."

The little boy hurriedly said again: "Don't eat the aunt's cooking."

Mom was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Okay, then Mom will do it for you."

Liu Zihao hurriedly said again: "Mom, let's go to Feng Ruoruo's house to eat. Many children have to eat. It's right across from our kindergarten."

After hearing this, my mother asked strangely: "Go to Feng Ruoruo's house to eat? Isn't the street of Feng Ruoruo's house closed? How can I go to her house to eat?"

The little boy hurriedly pulled his mother to explain: "No, Feng Ruoruo's family, across the road from our kindergarten, many children go to Feng Ruoruo's house to eat small wontons. The children said that her small wontons are very delicious. Mom, let's go and eat too. , Go home when you're full."

My mother was a little surprised: "Are you across from your kindergarten?"

After thinking about it, my mother thought of the small market where Ma Lu was facing the shed, and naturally understood what his son said, Feng Ruoruo's family should set up a stall in the small market.

Thinking of the street food stall, Liu Zihao's mother naturally refused to go.

"No, didn't we say that the street food stalls are ready, we can't eat them? You want to eat small wontons and go home and let your aunt make them for you. If you want to eat at Feng Ruoruo's house, we will go to her again after the street is opened. Eat at home."

Seeing that his mother didn't agree, Liu Zihao suddenly curled his lips and wanted to cry with her mother.

But just grinning, I heard my mother say: "If you dare to cry, I will throw you at the door of the kindergarten, and I will not take you home."

These words are still very useful, Liu Zihao instantly covered his mouth, not daring to cry with his mother anymore.

Being dragged out of the kindergarten by his mother, Liu Zihao was unhappy all the way.

On the way, Liu Zihao’s mother heard that many parents who picked up their children in the kindergarten were talking about the small market across the road, talking about the small wontons sold at a stall in the small market.

"Will your family eat small wontons at night?"

"Go, I ate once yesterday and I think it's really delicious."

"Oh, you two are also going? That's right, our home is also going."

"I'm going to my house too. The small wontons at that house are really delicious, with thin skins and thick fillings. One is one. They are really well done."

"Of course it's good. That stall was set up by the former chef of Su Kee. The chef who is such a great chef will definitely make the best small wontons."

"In fact, the key is to rest assured."

"Yes, yes, some other stalls and shops on the street are always worried that they will be less hygienic."

"Well, that's true, at least Chef Su Ji must be hygienic."

"Now most of the stores are hygienic. I think the small wontons made by Chef Su Ji are delicious, and the small wontons are also big. They have a thin skin and thick fillings. They are really delicious as they look. really like."

"My daughter likes it too."

"I heard that the daughter of Chef Su Ji is also in our kindergarten."

"Yes, it seems to be a child in the big class."

"Then rest assured. People will eat their own children too. Let's go and go quickly, otherwise it will be too late. When the elementary school is over, there must be a lot of people."

Mother Liu Zihao heard so many parents talking along the way, and when she walked out of the kindergarten, she saw that most of the parents were pulling their children across the road and walking towards the small market opposite.

This situation also aroused the curiosity of Liu Zihao's mother.

Finally, the mother asked her son with a lowered head: "Do you really want to eat small wontons? We can say it. If you go, you must eat them yourself, you know?"

Liu Zihao was initially a little lost because he couldn't eat the small wontons made by Feng Ruoruo's father.

Obviously, so many children are going to eat. If you go to kindergarten tomorrow, you will definitely be looked down upon by those who have eaten.

Suddenly the little boy heard his mother's question, and at first he didn't react. After a while, the little boy realized that his mother was willing to take him to eat, and the little boy hurriedly agreed.

"Okay, I must eat it myself, mom, you are so good."

Mother Liu Zihao smiled helplessly and said, "Okay, let's go, let's cross the road, be careful."

The mother and son followed the other children and their parents in the kindergarten and crossed the road at the zebra crossing outside the kindergarten.

In the small market, Feng Yifan returned to the stall, and while directing his apprentice to work, he was also busy. I took my apprentice and started to make small wontons, and they made a lot of them all at once.

Lin Ruifeng was a little strange: "Master? Why do you want to make so many small wontons?"

Feng Yifan smiled bitterly and said: "Because the kindergarten is about to end, there will be many children coming to eat soon, so we have to prepare more in advance and hurry up."

Lin Ruifeng was still puzzled as he started to ask: "There are not so many children in the kindergarten, right? Is it necessary to pack so many at once?"

Feng Yifan said, "Apart from the kindergarten, there is an elementary school in the east? The elementary school is over, and many children will come over to eat, so be prepared. Otherwise, wait for so many children to come, where can we be busy? Also speed up a little bit, don't dawdle."

Lin Ruifeng still doesn't believe that so much: "But Master, the east elementary school is separated from here by the ancient street. Now that the ancient street is closed, there will be so many children who come over to eat?"

Feng Yifan couldn't laugh or cry and said, "You, you really don't use your mind. We also belong to the elementary school area, so there are no children living here?"

Lin Ruifeng also understood it all at once after being said so thoroughly by the master.

"Oh, I know, Master."

The master and apprentice also speeded up, and quickly packed out a lot of small wontons, placed them in a large tray, and covered them with clean wet gauze.

The busy process of the master and apprentice was also filmed by A Fei and A Bin with a video camera.

Especially the process of Feng Yifan making wontons was captured, and A Fei and A Bin were stunned by the hand speed.

Obviously, the process of seeing Feng Yifan's bag was so complicated.

But after seeing him speed up his hand, A Fei felt that a small wonton was wrapped in an instant by just holding it in his hand, and he could barely capture any extra movements.

But thinking of Feng Yifan's dismantling action before, A Fei knew very well how skilled this speed is.

Feng Yifan is indeed very fast, almost one of the apprentices next to him, he has been able to make four to five.

Soon Feng Yifan filled a new pallet all by himself, while Lin Ruifeng on the other side only wrapped a little bit.

But time is running out, because Feng Ruoruo has already followed her mother and grandfather.

At the same time Feng Ruoruo arrived, the children in her kindergarten also followed their parents.

When he came to the small market, Feng Ruoruo called Yang Xiaoxi and Chen Yaofei together, and hurried to the father's booth.

"Dad, I'm back, Xixi and Fai Fei and I are going to eat small wontons."

Feng Yifan looked at the three little girls and said, "Wait a minute, Dad will pack all of these, and then let Ruoruo you cook wontons, okay?"

The three little girls replied in unison: "Okay."

Then Feng Yifan quickly wrapped up half of the tray of the apprentice next to him.

At this time, some other kindergarten children also came to the booth with their parents.

Feng Ruoruo did not forget to help his father to greet the guests: "Don't worry, everyone, my father is making small wontons, and then everyone has to line up. Just wait a minute."

Feng Yifan saw that many children and parents came one after another, so he could only temporarily give up continuing the package.

"Okay, Ruifeng, prepare the soup quickly. I will prepare the ingredients. Sister Zhao, take out the bowls. We are now open for business. We will cook wontons."

Hearing Feng Yifan's life yelling, Feng Ruoruo and two good friends also learned to yell.

"Cooking wontons, cooking wontons, cooking wontons."

Here Feng Ruoruo, Yang Xiaoxi, and Chen Yaofei shouted. Those kindergarten children who came to eat small wontons with their parents found it very interesting, so they all yelled together.

In a blink of an eye, the shouts of a group of children echoed in the small market.

Many stallholders in the small market were attracted to look over and were very curious about the children's shouting.

Of course, at the same time, the bosses were very envious. It wasn't long before Feng Yifan's stall was opened, and there were so many people in line.

Feng Yifan started cooking small wontons, and handed them out to the parents in line.

Although there are a lot of people, Feng Yifan is not messy at all, and he still has enough for each bowl.

Bowls of small wontons were taken away, but the number of people in line at the stall seemed to have not diminished at all.

Because the kindergarten is over at this time, many children in the kindergarten are brought over by their parents. I plan to eat small wontons here, and I will take the children home after supper.

Therefore, more and more parents line up.

Lin Ruifeng was also fortunate at this time. Master and him had packed a lot of small wontons in advance, otherwise it would really not be enough to sell.

Liu Zihao took his mother to the small market and entered the small market. The little boy hurriedly stood on tiptoe and raised his head to look around, hoping to find Feng Ruoruo's stall.

However, Liu Zihao's mother saw at a glance, a stall with many people in line.

"Well, no need to look for it. Look, there are so many people lined up over there, it must be that one."

But Liu Zihao said very seriously: "Mom, we have to make sure that we can't just eat other homes. Other homes are definitely not delicious. We want to eat small wontons made by Feng Ruoruo's father."

When my mother saw her son being so serious, she couldn't laugh or cry: "Don't worry, in such a small market, only Feng Ruo Ruo Jiahui queues up."

Liu Zihao asked curiously: "Mom, why?"

Mom was stunned for a moment, and then recalled the deliciousness of the dishes that Su Ji had eaten before, and said, "Because only Feng Ruoruo's father has the best craftsmanship and makes the best food."

Liu Zihao took his mother's hand and said, "Okay, let's go over and line up."

The mother and son ran over together and lined up at the back of the line.

At this time, in front of Feng Yifan's stall, all parents were queuing up with their children. It looked really happy. The stall seemed to have suddenly become a children's canteen.

Fortunately, the number plates are only issued first, so the queue can be considered relatively fast.

When Liu Zihao and his mother were in line, Feng Ruoruo stood by and saw, "Ah, Liu Zihao, are you here too?"

Liu Zihao was a little embarrassed at first, and then he responded: "Well, I told my mother that Feng Ruoruo's small wontons are delicious, and my mother brought me over to eat."

Feng Yifan smiled and greeted Liu Zihao's mother: "Hello, Liu Zihao's mother."

The other party quickly responded: "Ruoruo Dad is good."

Feng Yifan then asked, "What do you want? Two bowls of small wontons?"

Mother Liu Zihao nodded: "Yes, two bowls of small wontons."

Feng Yifan asked again: "Do you want to put green onion?"

Liu Zihao immediately said, "Uncle, I don't want chopped green onions."

My mother followed: "Yes, we don't need chopped green onion in both bowls."

Feng Yifan nodded and agreed: "Okay Two bowls of small wontons don't need chopped green onion."

Write it on a small piece of paper, put it together with the specially prepared number plate, and then hand the other plate with the same number to Liu Zihao's mother.

"Well, please wait a moment, we will call the number later."

Liu Zihao grabbed the number plate in front of his mother, and said to Feng Yifan very sensibly, "Thank you, uncle."

Feng Yifan smiled and nodded: "You're welcome, you and your mother will find a place to sit down first, and you will be well soon."

Feng Ruoruo immediately pointed out the position to Liu Zihao and the others: "Over there, Liu Zihao, you and your aunt can sit there, Zhang Zhuangzhuang and the others are also sitting there."

Liu Zihao glanced at his mother, and then ran towards Feng Ruoruo after getting her mother's consent.

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