Except for Feng Ruoruo, the "Little Overlord of Su Ji", everyone else respects Su Ji's rules. Of course, the most important thing is that fried rice and noodles alone have already given diners a feast.

Moreover, after these days of preparation, Feng Yifan also prepared some side dishes for everyone according to Su Ji tradition.

The side dishes are paired with Su Ji’s unique fried rice and various toppings of Yifu noodles, which makes people feel completely indistinguishable from eating them.

Because fried rice and noodles are more convenient, there are many customers at noon, and the rate of turning over the table reaches the peak of Feng Yifan's return for so many days.

Su Ruoxi almost couldn't get busy alone. Fortunately, her mother-in-law Lu Cuiling and Lin Ruifeng, who was still practicing cutting potatoes in the kitchen, helped.

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

In the eyes of bystanders, the young couple Feng Yifan and Su Ruoxi are very skilled and quick to turn the table. The two of them have obviously been used to it. They are extremely quick to clean the table and chairs, and can also ensure that the tables and chairs are very neat.

After the peak at noon passed, Feng Yifan finally brought the table of meals from Feng Ruoruo’s two good friends and family in kindergarten.

After serving the adults' fried rice and noodles, Feng Yifan stood at the table and felt embarrassed to apologize: "I'm so sorry. I've been waiting for so long. I didn't expect that there would be so many people at noon today."

Grandpa Chen Yaofei used chopsticks to pick up the noodles in the bowl in front of him, looked carefully and said, "It's really Yifu noodles? Our waiting seems to be really worth it."

Grandpa Chen Yaofei obviously understands Yifu noodles very well, so he ordered the most traditional "Chicken Juice Yifu noodles".

Feng Yifan heard Grandpa Feifei's words and smiled and said, "Take it. I have been abroad for a few years, but I have actually had some hands."

Grandpa Chen Yaofei smiled, but didn't say much. He picked up the noodles with chopsticks and ate a big bite with the soup.

After a brief taste, Grandpa Chen Yaofei smiled on his face and gave Feng Yifan a thumbs up: "It's authentic, I didn't expect that I could still eat such authentic chicken juice Yifu noodles now."

After receiving praise from Grandpa Feifei, Feng Yifan quickly responded: "Thank you, just eat well."

Yang Zhiyi ordered fried rice. Now, when he heard Grandpa Chen Yaofei say this, he couldn't help but feel a little regretful, and he felt that he should order a bowl and try it.

When Li Feier saw this eager expression, she naturally understood her husband's thoughts immediately and poked her husband gently and said, "Don't just look at others, eat it quickly, try other people's fried rice, and you can learn from them."

Yang Zhiyi was told by his wife, and said a little dissatisfied: "Isn't it just fried rice? I can do this too."

As soon as he finished speaking, his daughter Yang Xiaoxi did not give any face: "Dad, don't brag."

When Li Feier heard her daughter's words, she smiled and scolded her husband: "Look, even your daughter knows that you are bragging. You should try someone else's first, and after eating it, you can say whether you can do it?"

Yang Zhiyi was still dissatisfied, but he still scooped up a spoonful with a spoon and ate it in big mouthfuls.

When you enter the mouth, the rice grains are slightly elastic. The aroma of fried rice spreads in your mouth. When you chew the side dishes in the rice, the more you chew, the more you feel the abnormal fragrance.

Yang Zhiyi really wanted to slap himself at this moment.

Why do I think of it, I can also stir-fry such fried rice? The fried rice is so fragrant and delicious.

Yang Zhiyi took a few bites in a row, and Li Feier asked with a smile: "How is it? Chef Yang from our family, what did you taste after eating so many bites? My daughter and I are waiting for you to come home to make it for us."

After hearing his wife's words, Yang Zhiyi's face filled with a pleasing smile and said to his wife with a smile: "Wife, we have something to say. Let's discuss this matter of going home with fried rice."

Yang Zhiyi's appearance of admitting his conscience immediately caused laughter from the table.

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

Yang Zhiyi gave a thumbs up: "Jue, your Uncle Feng's fried rice can only be described in the word "Jue". Dad is really convinced, and Dad really can't cook it."

Feng Yifan stood beside him and smiled and said, "Old Yang, if you really want to learn, I can teach you, and this fried rice is not difficult."

Before Yang Zhiyi could speak, Yang Xiaoxi helped his father agree: "Okay, my father wants to learn, Uncle Feng, you have to teach me your father well."

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

Seeing that everyone was very satisfied with the lunch, Feng Yifan also smiled and said, "Actually, it's good for everyone to have fun."

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

Feng Yifan reached out and gently touched his daughter's face: "Don't worry, don't worry, dad didn't forget, he will serve the three little babies immediately."

After saying that, Feng Yifan said goodbye to everyone, turned around and quickly returned to the kitchen.

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

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

Speaking of this, Yang Xiaoxi raised his chin proudly.

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

As soon as the words were finished, the three little girls shouted in unison: "Don't protest."

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

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

After his daughter's clear words, Yang Zhiyi was speechless for a while, and seemed to be unable to argue with her daughter.

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

Chen Yaofei originally wanted to say something, but was stopped by Yang Zhiyi: "Okay, okay, uncle understands that you three are children and are good friends of Ruoru, so there are preferential treatments, uncle understands."

After hearing Uncle Yang's words, Chen Yaofei smiled shyly and said, "Uncle Yang, I want to say that you want to eat something different, so you should tell Uncle Feng yourself."

Hearing Chen Yaofei's words, Li Feier couldn't help laughing, and said while laughing: "Look at how sensible the child is? Do you need to learn more from the child?"

Yang Zhiyi was scolded by his wife and had nothing to say, so he could only eat the fried rice on his plate.

Seeing this, the group of people at this table couldn't help laughing. They were really happy tables.

At this time, Feng Ruoruo and her two good friends looked at the kitchen door together, looking forward to what kind of fried rice my father (Uncle Feng) would bring to them three of them?

Lin Ruifeng, who was in the kitchen, looked at his master's actions and was stunned again, with only admiration for Feng Yifan in his eyes.
Chapter completed!