Hardcore Chef Dad

　　 Feng Yifan stood by, looking at his wife like a child who was learning to write for the first time. He carefully poured the milk in the small pot into the egg **** bottom that had already been covered with diced pulp.

　　 Every time, Su Ruoxi was very careful, staring at the amount of milk pouring in earnestly.

　　 will compare the look on the side to ensure that the amount of milk poured into each **** wrapper is basically in the same position.

　　 That kind of intent, coupled with the very slow movements of both hands, looks like a serious and good baby.

　　 And Su Jinrong, who is sitting in a wheelchair, is also the first time to see her daughter doing things so seriously.

　　Su Jinrong suddenly thought: Did he make the same mistake as his father at the time, and didn’t let his daughter study in the back kitchen. Was it a mistake?

　　 Su Ruoxi's serious and delicate movements at this moment made Su Jinrong feel that perhaps her daughter also has such a talent for cooking.

　　 Finally, after filling all the custard crust with milk, Su Ruoxi let out a long sigh of relief and put down the small iron pan in her hand. Feeling a little numbness in her arm, she flicked both hands vigorously.

　　 When Feng Yifan saw this scene, he held his wife's hands with both hands and rubbed both hands for his wife very gently.

　　 "I will soak in warm water for a while, and I will definitely feel a little uncomfortable when I do this for the first time."

　　 Su Ruoxi originally wanted to withdraw her hand, but found that her husband rubbed his palm and knuckles. The gentle movements made her feel very comfortable, so she did not withdraw her hand.

　　 Let her husband knead for a while, Su Ruoxi looked at the egg **** infused with milk and said, "Is that all right?"

　　 Feng Yifan shook his head and said, "Of course it won't work. It needs to be baked. Of course, it needs a little bit of processing for aesthetics."

　　 Su Ruoxi immediately withdrew her hand, then pushed her husband and said, "Then you can't hurry up? Don't waste time, you quickly make it and send it to your daughter."

　　 Feng Yifan smiled and asked, "Why don't my mother go and give it to her daughter in person today?"

　　 Su Ruoxi was stunned, and she felt as though she could indeed deliver it by herself. What's more, she baked this egg **** for her personally today. Sending it to her will definitely surprise her.

　　 But after another thought, Su Ruoxi felt that she couldn't deliver it by herself. What if her daughter and children didn't think it tasted good?

　　 Su Ruoxi immediately shook her head and said, “I’m not going to send it. You send it to your daughter. It’s worth telling her daughter that I made this for her today.”

　　 Feng Yifan asked strangely: "Why?"

Su Ruoxi said earnestly: "Then what if my daughter and kindergarten children feel that it is not delicious? Besides, this was originally what you did, and you ordered me to make it. So it’s also your problem that it’s not delicious. I won’t give it. You bear this responsibility."

　　 What Feng Yifan said was dumbfounded by his wife's words. I didn't expect that his wife's ability to shake the pot was really good.

　　 Feng Yifan went on to say: "What are you afraid of? If you make exactly according to my recipe, there will be no problems, and if your daughter knows that you made it yourself, she will definitely say it is delicious."

Su Ruoxi continued to say with a serious face: "Yes, my daughter knows that I made it, and she will definitely say it is delicious, so I don’t know if it’s really delicious, so I want you to send it and ask my daughter to tell her kindergarten children. truth."

　　 Seeing his wife's unconfident appearance, Feng Yifan smiled and calmed down: "Don't worry, your daughter and children will definitely think you are doing well."

　　 Su Ruoxi still insisted on letting Feng Yifan send it off. Seeing his wife playing tricks, Feng Yifan nodded and agreed.

　　 Next, Feng Yifan took out some cherries from the refrigerator, carefully sliced ​​some cherry meat with a knife, and garnished them on the milk in the tart.

　　In this way, it makes this double-skin custard **** look even more beautiful.

　　 Su Ruoxi, who was standing next to her, also looked at her with bright eyes.

　　The last step of course is to put it in the oven and bake.

　　 Feng Yifan put the baking tray in the oven, adjusted the temperature, and started to clean up the cooking table, sort out the various things, and the baking time was almost the same.

　　 The oven was turned on, and the cookies were sweet and fragrant instantly, and the milky scent mixed with milk wafted out, permeating the whole kitchen.

　　In the scent of cookies and milk, there is also a hint of fruit, which is very tempting to smell.

　　 Su Ruoxi was even more embarrassed at this time, worried that she was not doing well, so she has been paying close attention to the baking tray her husband took out of the oven.

　　 The baking tray was placed on the cooking table, and Feng Yifan smiled and said, "Very good, the finished product is perfect. It seems that my wife is still very talented."

　　 Su Ruoxi heard this and rushed to the baking tray. When she looked down, she saw one by one burnt yellow egg tarts, a little bit of red embellished in the tender white milk, it really looked really beautiful.

　　 Seeing such a success, Su Ruoxi was also a little proud in her heart. She raised her chin to her husband and said, "Huh, now I know, it's not only you who can do it."

　　 While talking, Su Ruoxi stretched out her hand, planning to take out one to taste.

　　 But Feng Yifan grabbed her by the hand, and said solemnly: "Be careful, I only said it once yesterday. Why don't you learn from it? Put it here and wait until it's cold before you eat."

　　 Su Ruoxi then thought of a question: "How do you send this to your daughter? It will be crushed if we use our lunch box?"

　　 Feng Yifan nodded and said, "Well, it will be crushed if we use our ordinary lunch box, but I have already prepared it and I promise it will not break."

　　 After speaking, Feng Yifan found several boxes that were pressed into pieces of paper from some of the things he bought this morning.

　　 After some plastic surgery with his hands~www.wuxiahere.com~, the pieces of paper were turned into small shallow paper boxes, and just one of them could hold about six egg tarts.

　　 Su Ruoxi was a little surprised: "So you prepared everything?"

　　 Feng Yifan responded with a smile: "Of course, is your husband very smart?"

　　 Su Ruoxi pouted her lips: "Less proud."

　　 Then, the egg tarts were placed on the cooking table to cool down, while Feng Yifan continued to work on various preparations.

　　 Restaurant preparation is a very important thing, such as broth and various fresh vegetables, must be prepared in advance.

　　 Whether the restaurant’s post-cooking food can be efficient and high-quality depends on whether the pre-preparation is sufficient. As long as the preparation is sufficient, the cooking in the business can be guaranteed.

　　Su Ruoxi watched her husband busy, sniffing the scent of the egg tarts in the baking tray, she couldn't help but look at her a few times, and she even couldn't help swallowing.

　　 After staying for a while, Su Ruoxi finally couldn't bear it. She pushed her father to leave the back kitchen and said, "It's late, you should be busy in the back kitchen. I will go to the front and open the store door."

　　 Feng Yifan also regained his senses when he was busy and responded: "Oh, okay, can you be alone?"

　　 Su Ruoxi said seriously: "Of course, you can do your job well."

　　 Watching his wife push his father-in-law away, Feng Yifan also continues to be busy in the back kitchen. He needs to clean vegetables and some meat for preliminary processing. Of course, the most important thing is to boil a few pots of soup.

　　 All these are things that a small restaurant like Su Ji needs to do every day. It may be tedious to repeat it every day, but this is also the daily life of a small restaurant.

　　 For Feng Yifan, in such a busy time, he actually feels very comfortable, more real than the life of being held in the moon by the stars in his previous life.