This afternoon, Su Ji, the previous time was delayed by the bosses on the old street, which made Feng Yifan unable to make snacks for his daughter early.

When Li Jianping, Yang Zhigang, Fan Chaodong, Wang Cuifeng and his wife all left, Feng Yifan and Su Ruoxi served several elderly people who were left behind, so that the elderly could rest and chat in the closed restaurant.

Feng Yifan took his wife to the kitchen and started today's dessert production teaching.

During the production, Su Ruoxi looked carefully and studied hard, and asked her husband a little strangely: "How come you have so many desserts? You must say that you learned them abroad, but some of your desserts are obviously not from abroad."

The desserts made by Feng Yifan today are indeed not foreign desserts. Today they are made with traditional Shaqima.

Feng Yifan was kneading each other while smiling and saying to his wife: "Because your husband is a genius."

Su Ruoxi immediately curled her lips: "Isn't it smelly?"

Seeing that his wife was unhappy, Feng Yifan put his arms around his waist and said, "Don't be angry. In fact, these snacks are often made in a variety of ways. As long as you master the skills, many things will be easier."

Today's Shaqima, Feng Yifan made a slight improvement on the basis of tradition. Instead of just using sugar, he added some honey.

And instead of using only green and red shredded shreds, some dried fruits were added to increase the flavor diversity.

Feng Yifan also prepared some nut kernels, which are really luxuriously made.

Su Ruoxi learned while watching her husband do it.

Seeing that Shaqima was quite complicated this time, she asked again: "You look at it, it's not as simple as what you said. I feel that this is really complicated."

Feng Yifan smiled and said to his wife: "It's really not difficult, the main thing is that you have to master this skill."

Next, Feng Yifan naturally passed on various production techniques to his wife without reservation.

The first thing to do is to fry the Shaqima, after frying, it must be fryed once. The real difficulty lies in frying. After frying, the noodles can be evenly coated with sugar sauce.

Moreover, Feng Yifan mixed nuts with it, and it is necessary to ensure that the nuts can be evenly distributed.

In this process, Feng Yifan used two small wooden sticks to stir-fry them constantly in the pot, which was really a very test of skills, strength, and fire control.

After frying, the fried shaqima was taken out of the pot and placed on a chopping board with a layer of green and red shredded shreds and preserved fruit.

Feng Yifan took a knife and quickly pressed it horizontally with the blade to perform plastic surgery.

This time, Su Ruoxi saw the magical thing that her husband didn't use mold at all, so he pressed out a long strip of Shaqima with his hands.

Su Ruoxi was really surprised in this scene.

You know, the fried food is a bit hot.

But Feng Yifan didn't care about being hot at all. He just pressed the plastic surgery when it was hot, and even the mold was useless. So he finished the plastic surgery with a kitchen knife.

When Feng Yifan found his wife's expression of surprise, he smiled and said, "Actually, this one is not hot anymore. Look at the sugar you squeezed gently, you won't feel it's hot, so put it out again."

It was formed into a long strip, and Feng Yifan gently cut it, and all cut it into slender strips.

After cutting, Feng Yifan picked up a piece and handed it to his wife's mouth: "Come on, try it, is it the same as what I ate when I was a child?"

When Su Ruoxi was a child, she liked to eat Shaqima very much, especially when her grandfather was alive. Some people who came to visit her grandfather from the capital would always bring snacks from the capital, including Shaqima.

Because my grandfather is there, those who come to visit my grandfather will not buy the mechanically processed Shaqima. Usually, people from Beijing will bring Shaqima purely handmade by the master in the capital.

Su Ruoxi took a bite and chewed it, which surprised her again. The one she made by her husband really tasted very similar to the one she ate when she was a child.

It is not very sweet, and the fried short noodles are not very hard, and they taste crisp and soft. With the nutty aroma, they really feel that every bite will have a fragrance on your lips and teeth, which is particularly delicious.

Asking her husband to feed her a piece, Su Ruoxi exclaimed: "What you made is really similar to what I did when I was a child."

Feng Yifan smiled and said, "Well, it's good that you like it. If you like it, your daughter will definitely like it."

Then, Feng Yifan picked a few more pieces and placed them in a small white porcelain plate.

Su Ruoxi asked strangely: "Who are you going to give to?"

Seeing that his wife had already picked up another piece to eat, Feng Yifan smiled: "Of course I'll take this for Aunt Liu and the others to taste. We can't eat it alone."

Su Ruoxi, who was eating the second piece, was stunned for a moment, and then immediately said angrily: "If you say I eat alone, I will ignore you."

Seeing his wife's angry look, she looked like a willful and naughty little girl, which made Feng Yifan couldn't help laughing.

The husband smiled, which made Su Ruoxi even more annoyed. He turned his head and said, "Hmph, ignore you."

Although he turned his head and ignored her husband, the Shaqima in his hand did not let go. Su Ruoxi still ate it bite by bit. This Shaqima was really in line with her appetite.

Seeing this, Feng Yifan didn't point it out and said with a smile: "Eat slowly, I'll send this to the old people in front."

Su Ruoxi didn't have the time to care about her husband, but just nodded and agreed, continuing to eat alone like a "little mouse".

Seeing his wife's cute appearance, Feng Yifan was so happy that he walked towards the restaurant in front with a plate.

Come to the front and present Shaqima to the old people.

When Liu Wanhua saw this traditional Shaqima, she couldn't help but be surprised: "Yifan, how could you actually make such a traditional Shaqima? This looks very good."

Feng Yifan responded with a smile: "Aunt Liu, I have read some tutorials, I have been exploring and doing them myself, everyone tastes them, and give me some advice."

Lin Zekang looked at it and said, "Shaqima, when I was young, I went on a business trip to the capital, I once ate a very authentic one. It was made by a real master. The taste was really different from what I bought later."

Tang Zhuochen couldn't wait to say, "Okay, let's try it quickly."

Zhang Maosheng smiled and said, "Look, Old Tang is greedy."

Afterwards, the old people did not hesitate and picked up a piece by themselves and put it in their mouths to taste it.

After eating, the crispy and soft, sweet but not greasy taste made the elderly smile all over their faces.

Liu Wanhua finished her bite and said, "Okay, it's really delicious. Yifan, you made this great."

Lin Zekang also said: "Yes, it's this taste. The one I ate when I was young, it's just like this. It's really delicious, sweet but not greasy, crispy and soft."

Zhang Maosheng took over and said, "Yifan has mixed nuts, and the aromas of these nuts are even more fragrant when they are involved."

Lu Cuiling couldn't help but praise her son: "Yes, yes, I didn't expect my son to make such delicious Shaqima."

Feng Yifan said with some regret: "It's a pity that my dad left a little early, otherwise I could ask my dad to take some back to eat."

Lu Cuiling said: "Your father doesn't like to eat this. He likes to eat that pea cake. You brought him a lot of pea cakes, and he doesn't know how happy he is."

Feng Yifan smiled: "It's enough for my dad to like it. I'll prepare some for him when he comes next time."

Lu Cuiling immediately said: "Don't worry, you let your dad eat this time, he will definitely come here next week."

These words made the elderly present laugh.

While the old people were smiling, Su Ruoxi walked out of the kitchen and carried a kettle to add water to everyone. When she heard her mother-in-law's words, she also said, "Dad likes it, so let's do more. Anyway, Yifan can do it, let him do more."

Seeing Su Ruoxi adding water to the teacup, Liu Wanhua smiled and said, "Ruoxi is such a blessing. She has married such a good husband. She thinks about ways every day to make snacks for you two."

Su Ruoxi curled her lips and said, "He? She cares more about his daughter. I am all benefiting from her daughter."

These words immediately made the old people happy.

Tang Zhuochenken said: "Yifan, this is wrong. How can you just take care of your daughter and ignore your wife? If you don't allow it in the future, you should make something for Ruoxi that she likes."

When Feng Yifan heard this, he glanced at his wife with a proud look on his face, and could only say, "Okay Uncle Tang, don't worry."

At this moment, Feng Yifan's cell phone rang, and he did not avoid answering the phone at all.

The phone call was A Fei who called for help.

"Chef Feng, the shrimp balls you mentioned, are you going to fry after the shrimp is sliced ​​and marinated?"

When Feng Yifan heard Ah Fei asks for help on the other side of the phone, he looked helpless and could only provide some guidance on the phone.

This phone call guide was called for more than half an hour.

It was not until there was a sure thing that the dishes were ready that Feng Yifan's telephone guidance was over.

When Feng Yifan hung up the phone, everyone was a little curious? Who is he teaching?

Su Ruoxi asked, "I heard from you on the phone that you are teaching others to cook. Who is it?"

Feng Yifan smiled bitterly and said, "It's A Fei, he is cooking for their friends in the studio."

When you say "A Fei", you can't remember who it is?

Feng Yifan added: "It's just a promotional video for us Su Ji. The photographer, who came with Meng Shitong and the others, was the handsome photographer."

After saying this, everyone immediately had an impression.

Liu Wanhua asked strangely: "What? Does he do it? I thought he was shooting you."

Feng Yifan smiled bitterly and said, "He really can't cook. Didn't he call me and ask me? Today, he wants to make the 'dried shrimp' I taught last time, and send it to the Internet to show the video netizens.

Secondly, it is to confess to someone.”

Everyone was a little surprised: "Confess to someone?"

Feng Yifan nodded: "Yes, he wants to confess to someone else today, so if you want to show off your skills, you probably should succeed."

Liu Wanhua hesitated and laughed: "Hahaha, young people nowadays confess their love so much, and they also have to learn to cook to confess their love. I'm afraid I'm not falling in love with a foodie among the young people, right?"

Feng Yifan smiled and said, "Maybe it is true."

When he said this, Feng Yifan looked at his wife.

Su Ruoxi noticed her husband's gaze and immediately glared at her, with her eyes as if she was saying: You dare to say that I am a foodie, I will bite you to death tonight.

Feng Yifan naturally didn't dare to point it out, so he could only smile and retract his gaze.
To be continued...