"Dad, what are you and grandma doing behind it? We and Uncle Yang are here to learn how to cook with you."

Feng Ruoruo shouted "Su Ji Little Overlord" outside the water room, and Feng Yifan quickly turned his head and responded to the outside: "Here you come."

After responding, Feng Yifan quickly turned around and walked out of the water room. Seeing Feng Ruoruo taking a nap and having snacks with his good friend, he stood at the door of the back door of the kitchen with his little mouth pouted.

Seeing his father come out, Feng Ruoruo stepped forward and said, "Dad, why are you so slow?"

Feng Yifan quickly took two steps forward, squatted down and smiled and said to his daughter: "Dad is talking to the new dishwashing aunt."

After hearing his father's explanation, Feng Ruoruo was curious: "Who is the new dishwashing aunt?"

As he was talking, Lu Cuiling led Zhao Daxia out and introduced to her granddaughter: "This is the aunt who was invited by grandma to help her father wash dishes. Ruoruo is called 'aunt'."

Feng Ruoruo looked at Zhao Daxia, looked at it, and walked up to her virtuously and said, "Hello, aunt, thank you for helping dad wash dishes."

Zhao Daxia saw that the little girl had red lips and white teeth and looked very cute. When she heard the little girl greeting her on her own initiative, she immediately felt that the little girl was very well-behaved.

"You are okay, you're welcome. Aunt washes your father's dishes, and your father gives you money."

Feng Ruoru still said happily after hearing this: "Then I have to thank my aunt. If you come to wash the dishes for your father, your father will have more time to play with Ruoru and make snacks for Ruoru."

After hearing this, Zhao Daxia smiled and said, "The little girl is so smart."

Feng Ruoruo was a little embarrassed to be praised: "Thank you aunt."

Then, the little girl remembered that Xixi's father was going to ask her father to learn cooking, so she quickly held her father's hand and said, "Dad, let's go in quickly, Xixi, Feifei, and Uncle Yang, as well as grandparents are all waiting for you."

Feng Yifan held his daughter's little hand and said to his mother and Zhao Daxia: "Mom, please take your elder sister to the front first and get familiar with it."

Lu Cuiling replied: "Okay, then let's go to the front and sit in front first, so we won't bother you to learn how to cook."

Zhao Daxia followed Lu Cuiling through the kitchen. When she went to the restaurant in front, she also saw two little girls in the kitchen. And when she came, she met an old couple and a man who talked a lot were there.

Following Lu Cuiling out of the kitchen, Zhao Daxia couldn't help but ask: "Auntie, I want to ask, are those people in the kitchen the boss's apprentices?"

Lu Cuiling replied calmly when she heard this: "No, they are the parents of my granddaughter kindergarten children."

Zhao Daxia then wondered: "Why did the boss teach them how to cook? If you teach others, wouldn't you come to your house to eat?"

Su Ruoxi happened to come over and wanted to say something to her mother-in-law, but she heard Zhao Daxia's words.

Su Ruoxi immediately said: "They are all friends, and they can't come to our house to go to the restaurant every day to teach them how to cook. The main reason is that they can cook for their children after they go home."

Zhao Daxia was still very strange when she heard this: "Your restaurant is so strange. Other people's restaurants want to have more customers and make more money. Why does your family seem to care about it at all?"

Lu Cuiling said lightly: "Just make money, don't be too petty."

Su Ruoxi smiled and explained: "Everyone is friends, so there is no need to be so particular. Sister, please sit down and rest. We are open early."

Zhao Daxia continued, "Do you have to wait for the boss to finish cooking?"

Su Ruoxi looked at her watch and said, "We all started dinner at 5 pm."

Zhao Daxia was also a little surprised: "What? Do you have to wait until five o'clock?"

Lu Cuiling said a little impatiently: "It's too early and no one comes to have dinner. You can find a place to sit down and rest. When the business starts, you can go to the back to help."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Daxia had to agree and found a seat to sit down and wait. After all, there was still nearly an hour before five o'clock.

In the kitchen, Feng Yifan has started to teach the parents of the two families to cook.

"Today, I made a braised pork. It was a more common way to make it for everyone to eat when they go home."

After hearing this, Yang Xiaoxi immediately said, "Dad Feng, you must teach my father."

When Yang Zhiyi heard his daughter's words, he couldn't help but say, "Yang Xiaoxi, are you so unfaithful to your father? Do you think your father can't learn it?"

Yang Xiaoxi pouted and said, "Dad, you are a little stupid, so you must study hard."

Yang Zhiyi was very depressed by his daughter's words. He held it in for a long time before he said: "Dad must learn it once today, so that you can know how great your father is. In the future, he will make braised pork like Papa Feng for you at home."

Grandpa Feifei smiled and said, "Not bad, today Xixi's father finally got the fighting spirit."

Feng Yifan also smiled and first carefully selected a piece of pork belly.

Seeing the beautiful three-layer pattern of pork belly, Yang Zhiyi subconsciously couldn't help but suck his saliva.

As a result, when the three little girls heard it, Yang Xiaoxi immediately said, "Dad, that meat has not been cooked yet, why are you drooling?"

Feng Ruoruo said even more seriously: "Uncle, you can't eat it if you don't have it cooked, as it will hurt your stomach."

Chen Yaofei also agreed seriously: "Yes, Uncle Yang, you must cook it and eat it."

Yang Zhiyi was said to have a red face and could only say: "I just think this piece of meat is great, and I think it will definitely taste delicious if it is made."

The conversation between the three little girls and Yang Zhiyi also made Feng Yifan and Feifei's grandparents very happy.

Feng Yifan took the meat and put it on the chopping board and said, "No need to say more about how to pick meat, right? Braised pork must use pork flowers and pork flowers under the ribs. This is the best place to distinguish the layers."

Next, Feng Yifan sat on the pot directly on the fire, heated the empty pot, and directly put the selected pork belly skin downwards and fryed it in an iron pot.

Seeing this step, both Yang Zhiyi and Feifei's grandparents felt very strange.

Grandma Feifei asked strangely: "Dad Ruoruo, what are you doing?"

Feng Yifan smiled and said, "This is actually to remove the smell from the pig skin. When you make it at home, you can also omit this step and use boiling water to boil it."

After frying the pig skin golden and even a little black, Feng Yifan puts the pork belly into clean water to wash.

"If you do this at home, you must wash the pig skin, otherwise the bitter taste left by the fried pig skin will remain."

After some cleaning, Feng Ruoruo saw that the meat that dad took out was not black or yellow, and he applauded: "Dad, wash it clean, it's great."

Feng Yifan was very happy with a daughter applauding next to him, and smiled and continued to the next step.

"The next thing is to cook meat. Many people may ignore this step when making it at home, which will cause the meat to be cooked but not delicious. Now the pork smell is too strong, so you must cook it."

Put the pork in cold water into the pot, pour some rice wine, green onion knots and a few slices of ginger.

After boiling, Feng Yifan carefully skipped off the foam with a spoon.

Yang Zhiyi looked at him and asked strangely: "Chef Feng, you don't need water for cooking meat, why do you have to leave out the foam like this? "

Feng Yifan smiled and said, "Think about it, cooking meat is to cook out impurities. Now that the impurities are cooked out, if you don't clean it up, wouldn't it be boiled back into the meat?"

When Yang Zhiyi heard this, he suddenly realized: "Oh, so that's it."

Yang Xiaoxi curled his lips and said, "Dad, you are stupid."

Yang Zhiyi listened to his daughter and said seriously: "Dad doesn't understand, so Dad has to ask clearly, otherwise how can he cook delicious for you and mom when he goes home?"

Yang Xiaoxi thought about his father's right, and then said, "Well, dad is not stupid, you have to study hard."

After skipping the foam and cooking for a while, before cooking the meat completely, Feng Yifan took out the pork, put it in cold water and cooled it down.

Then Feng Yifan took out the pork and started to make some changes.

When they saw Feng Yifan cut the pork into squares of similar size, both Yang Zhiyi and Feifei's grandparents were a little surprised.

Because of the seemingly casual change of the knife, the piece of meat that Feng Yifan cut was almost the same size.

After cutting the meat pieces, they were surprised when they saw the three parents. Feng Yifan added: "If you are at home, you don't have to cut them like this and they are all exactly the same size, just a little casually."

After cutting the meat pieces, Feng Yifan sat on the pot on the heat again and put out a little oil first.

When adding oil, Feng Yifan said again: "I use not pork for this oil, but scallion oil I fried myself to enhance the fragrance and better remove the odor of the meat."

Yang Zhiyi immediately said: "Chef Feng, then you have to tell us how to make scallion oil."

Feng Yifan responded with a smile: "Don't worry, I will definitely tell you when I look back."

After saying that, Feng Yifan poured the meat into the pot and started stir-frying slowly over low heat, stir-frying the oil from the meat bit by bit.

"You must be careful that after the oil is stir-fried out, you must serve the meat once, because you cannot use so much oil. This step is to stir-fry the excess oil in the meat so that it will not be fatter."

Hearing this, Grandma Feifei said, "So that's the case. No wonder the ones I cook at home always burn a lot of oil, and it will get tired of eating."

After putting the meat out, Feng Yifan then adjusted the heat to a very small amount of oil in the pot.

Seeing this scene, Yang Zhiyi asked strangely: "Chef Feng, what are you doing?"

Feng Yifan replied with a smile: "The next thing is to fry the sugar color."

Grandpa Feifei was surprised when he heard this: "Oh? It turns out that he wants to use sugar to color it? This is a very technical job."

Feng Yifan put the rock sugar into the pot and then added some water.

"My name is fried with water and oil, which is actually not very difficult. You just need to pay attention to stir-frying on low heat. You must not be in a hurry. Use a spoon to gently push the fried food in one direction."

Fried sugar colors is really time-consuming. Everyone stood by and watched carefully, and the sugar colors gradually changed.

Feng Yifan also explained very seriously: "When the big bubbles reach the small bubbles, the color has gradually darkened. Just wait until the small bubbles are about to go down."

As he said that, he added water to the pot and rinsed the sticky sugar in the pot.

Although the sugar was washed away, the sugar color that was still there, a little like soy sauce soup.

Feng Yifan poured in a little bit of rice wine and cooked it again. After the smell of the wine was evaporated, he poured out the sugar-colored soup.

"Now that the basic preparations are completed, we will officially start roasting pork."

Yang Zhiyi was surprised when he heard this: "What? This is the end of preparations? Are you going to officially start burning now?"

Feng Yifan must prepare the previous ones carefully to ensure that the pork is ready at one time.
To be continued...