Seeing his daughter coming in, Feng Yifan poured a large spoonful of boiling water on the clear noodles in the basin, and said, "Dad's this is called hot noodles."

Feng Ruoruo watched his father pour a large spoonful of boiling water directly into the basin, and was suddenly surprised: "Oh, Dad, it's so hot, be careful."

The little girl was worried about her father, but she would be very curious when she saw the boiling boiling water poured into the basin by her father.

Seeing Dad pouring a large spoonful of boiling water in, the little girl widened her eyes and felt very surprised, but she didn't dare to get close.

Feng Yifan looked at the scalded noodles carefully and confirmed that it should be OK. He turned off the fire on the stove.

Then use chopsticks to stir the noodles in the basin into flocs, then press them upside down on the chopping board, and pour out all the noodles.

Seeing that his father had turned off the fire, Feng Ruoruo finally dared to come to his father's side to see him.

Seeing the flocculent batter being poured on the chopping board by my father, the little girl couldn't help but stretch out her hand and wanted to touch the surface, and wanted to pull off a small piece to play with.

However, Feng Yifan quickly held his daughter's hand: "This is very hot, you can't play with it now."

While stopping his daughter, Feng Yifan immediately started rubbing the noodles.

Feng Ruoru saw his father rubbing his hands directly, and his little face looked surprised: "Oh, Dad is so hot, be careful, you can wait until it cools down before making it."

Feng Yifan quickly rubbed the noodles with his palms like rubbing clothes, and said to his daughter with a smile: "It doesn't matter, dad's hands are not afraid of being hot, and you see, dad will not burn himself by hand with his left hand and right hand."

Feng Ruoruo watched his father do it seriously and found that his father was rubbing the noodles alternately with his hands, which seemed to be really not hot.

Feng Yifan then dug a spoonful of lard and put it in the dough to rub it together.

Finally, knead the dough into a very smooth appearance.

Feng Ruoru watched the whole way around. Seeing his father kneading the noodles, the little girl immediately said, "Dad, give Ruoru a little."

Feng Yifan smiled, but still grabbed a small piece and handed it to his daughter to play.

The small dough was held in Feng Ruoruo's hand and found that the dough was very different from the dough given by his father before.

While kneading the dough like his father just now, Feng Ruoru asked, "Dad, why is this face different from the previous one?"

Feng Yifan smiled and said, "Because this noodles are different from the flour before, this flour is called Cheng noodles."

Feng Ruoru nodded as if he understood and continued to play with his father.

But soon, the little girl saw something even more interesting.

Dad rolled the kneaded noodles into long strips, then pulled down a small piece and made a small ball. He put a towel next to the chopping board and poured some oil on the towel.

Next, the moment when the little girl witnesses a miracle.

Dad rubbed the towel with a knife, and used the oiled blade to hold down the small dough on the chopping board.

Then, Dad slowly pressed the dough with the knife and began to turn around.

After dad turned around, he picked up his knife when he picked it up. Feng Ruoruo looked at him in surprise. The dough was turned into a flat thin dough by dad.

Dad used a knife to scrape the dough off the chopping board, turned over the dough, and carried the prepared filling in.

Finally, I made a bag of one, flat and bulging, like a little goldfish.

Seeing that his father had finished his bag, Feng Ruoruo immediately exclaimed: "Oh, Dad is so beautiful."

After Feng Yifan finally trimmed it, he put the shrimp dumplings into a steamer with carrot slices: "This is called shrimp dumplings. After steaming it out, it will be more beautiful."

Feng Ruoru immediately said: "Dad, is this shrimp dumpling delicious?"

Feng Yifan continued to use the skin and said, "Of course it's delicious. When it's done, Ruruo will know it once you eat it."

Feng Ruoru looked at his father and turned around the chopping board with a knife, and then he made a round and thin skin, which was really surprised.

Feng Yifan was surprised when he saw his daughter and said with a smile: "This is because my father has oil on his knife and is smoother. There is no oil on the chopping board, and the dough will be stuck to the chopping board. So when my father turns the oily blade, he can turn it into a round and thin dough."

Feng Ruoru didn't understand very well, but the little girl still gave her father a thumbs up and said, "Dad is so awesome."

After some preparation, almost steamed the shrimp dumplings. Feng Yifan prepared a portion of milk, vegetables and refined rice with milk, vegetables, and rice, which was used as breakfast to eat with shrimp dumplings.

Everything was ready, Feng Yifan carried his daughter out of the kitchen with a large tray.

"It's time to eat."

When he walked out of the kitchen, Feng Ruoruo immediately shouted for his father.

After waiting for a while, grandma and mother got up immediately and helped to take down the things on the tray.

When his mother and wife were placing it, Feng Yifan quickly turned around and carried the father-in-law who had been washed by his wife and changed his clothes from the upstairs.

He pushed his father-in-law to sit at the dining table. When his father-in-law saw the shrimp dumplings, he was also a little surprised: "Oh? Did you make shrimp dumplings today?"

When Feng Ruoru heard his grandfather's words, he immediately came to his grandfather and said, "Grandpa, this shrimp dumpling is very good. Dad made it very fun. The noodles need to be scalded with boiling water. Then Dad doesn't use a stick, but uses a knife to press the Pipi out."

When grandpa heard the granddaughter's words, he smiled and said, "Is that so? That dad is really amazing."

The little girl was naturally very happy when her grandfather said this.

Feng Yifan walked over to open the door and said, "Actually, dad is not very good. The things dad makes are all basic skills for chefs. Shrimp dumplings are a basic course for dim sum chefs in Guangdong Province."

When my father-in-law heard this, he asked curiously: "How can you make shrimp dumplings?"

Feng Yifan did not hesitate to answer: "I learned it from a Cantonese chef."

When the restaurant was opened, the breakfast shop next door was already bustling with many people. The people from the Lin family were also very busy in the breakfast shop.

Feng Yifan immediately helped to greet him and asked some guests who could not sit next door to Suji to eat.

Soon, several tables at Su Ji's door were also seated. Feng Yifan and the others didn't care and continued to eat their own food on a table inside.

Feng Ruoruo had been looking forward for a long time. When his father uncovered the cage, the little girl immediately saw the pink and crystal clear shrimp dumplings inside, and couldn't help but exclaim again: "Oh, it's so beautiful."

The little girl's exclamation made many customers who bought breakfast next door, and the guests who came in Suji to eat couldn't help but be curious.

A guest stretched his head to look at Feng Yifan and the others.

I saw that the family didn’t eat pot stickers, soy milk, fried dough sticks, and crystal clear shrimp dumplings in the cage, as well as bowls of white milk and vegetable porridge.

Although it looks very light, it makes people feel appetite.

The person who had been looking at him for a long time couldn't help swallowing his saliva and asked, "That boss, where did you buy the food?"

Feng Ruoruo had just been fed a bite of shrimp dumplings by his father. When he heard someone ask him where he bought what he had eaten, the little girl immediately said, "These are not bought, these are made for us by his father."

When the girl heard the answer, the person sitting at the door to eat breakfast quickly asked: "Does your family sell breakfast too?"

Feng Ruoruo shook his head and said, "My father doesn't sell breakfast, my father just makes it for me, mother, grandma, and grandpa."

The little girl's answer made everyone a little disappointed, but everyone didn't mind. After all, most people know the existence of Su Ji through the promotion of the program of the Philippines' common certificate.

We also learned that Su Ji’s current boss and chef is a person with very high cooking skills.

So it is natural that people make breakfast for their family members, and they do it very exquisitely.

The guests sat down again and continued to eat the breakfast from the Lin family breakfast shop. Although they couldn't help but look at the table inside, everyone still ate pot stickers and soy milk with relish.

The pot stickers at the Lin family breakfast shop are indeed still unique.

Everyone was eating breakfast in Suji Restaurant in a clear manner.

This clear distinction was not long after, and was broken by Mr. Zhuang Daozhong who rushed to Su Ji early in the morning.

When Zhuang Daozhong entered the door, he was also shocked by the situation in Su Ji. The restaurant changed tables and sat in a group of people eating breakfast, which almost made the old man think he had walked through the wrong door.

Fortunately, the old man heard Feng Ruoruo laughing inside, and looked over the person at the door and was sure that he had not entered the wrong door.

After walking around the door to eat breakfast, Zhuang Daozhong walked to Feng Yifan and his team's table.

Seeing that Mr. Zhuang had arrived so early, Feng Yifan and his family also got up quickly.

Su Jinrong couldn't stand up, and he nodded to Uncle Master in a wheelchair and said, "Uncle Master, how could you come here so early?"

Feng Yifan immediately greeted him: "My uncle hasn't eaten breakfast yet, right? Come and sit down and taste my skills. What you make may not be very authentic. Master and uncle try it."

Zhuang Daozhong looked down at the shrimp dumplings and milk and vegetable porridge on the table, and couldn't help but find it very interesting.

"You can be considered a combination of Chinese and Western cultures, right?"

Feng Ruoruo raised the small spoon in his hand and said, "Great grandpa, my dad makes these very delicious. You can cook them together."

Zhuang Daozhong looked at the little girl, a smile appeared on his face and said, "Okay, then grandmad also sit down and taste it together."

Feng Yifan immediately turned around and went to the kitchen and brought new bowls and chopsticks for his uncle.

Old Master Zhuang Daozhong was not polite. After taking the dishes and chopsticks, he immediately picked up a shrimp dumpling to eat.

I took a bite of the shrimp dumplings and chewed them in my mouth to taste the taste of the shrimp dumplings.

After eating a shrimp dumpling, Zhuang Daozhong nodded and said, "Well, the shrimp dumplings are very authentic. The shrimps are very fresh. They are not made into mud, but retain some graininess. The diced bamboo shoots and fat are also given just right."

Feng Ruoruo didn't understand the professional things that his great-grandfather said. When she saw that his great-grandfather finished eating shrimp dumplings, she immediately told her great-grandfather that his father was amazing.

"Great grandpa, do you know? Dad doesn't use sticks to make this pip. He pats the board with a knife, and then grinds it, and then a pip comes out."

Zhuang Daozhong smiled and said, "It means your father knows a lot, and he does know how to make shrimp dumplings."

Feng Ruoruo continued, "Yes, dad is so awesome. Dad is not afraid of the hot noodles, so he rubs them with his hands."

When her daughter kept saying it there, Su Ruoxi was a little embarrassed and stopped her daughter and said, "Okay, Grandmad hadn't eaten a few bites just after hearing what you said. You should eat as soon as possible and have a meal first."

When Zhuang Daozhong saw Su Ruoxi stopping the little girl, he smiled and said, "It's okay, great-grandfather likes to listen to Ruoruo."
To be continued...