After many years of separation, I still remember the old shop kitchen, and the stove and various kitchen utensils were polished very brightly.

Feng Yifan still remembers the first lesson he taught to him when he was apprenticing with his father-in-law.

"As a good cook, you must first love your kitchen, so you must clean the kitchen cleanly and tidy enough. If you can't even wipe the stove cleanly, you can't be called a qualified chef."

After so many years, my father-in-law still insisted that the kitchen was always cleaned very clean.

According to memory, Feng Yifan came to the kitchen storage cabinet. When he opened the storage cabinet, he saw that although there were not many ingredients inside, he had a complete range of ingredients.

It is obvious that these should be what my father-in-law was preparing to deal with the aunt's home today. Although he was still in a wheelchair and was unable to deal with his aunt, his father-in-law still prepared the ingredients. This may be the last bit of stubbornness of the old man?

After a brief moment of stunned silence, Feng Yifan quickly began to prepare.

Three silk is a dish that is very crafty in knife skills. Feng Yifan often practiced when he was an apprentice.

Although I am reborn now, my memories from my previous life are still preserved. Perhaps because of my different body, some muscle memories may be a little unfamiliar, but I can still easily control them after getting familiar with them.

On the one hand, we put some soup left in the kitchen refrigerator, add some ingredients and heat and cook.

Feng Yifan was not at all uncomfortable, and his hands and feet were even more quicker than before he was reborn. At this time, the benefits of youth were undoubtedly revealed.

While busy in the kitchen, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of the kitchen door and moved it. He saw a little head protruding his head by the door, as if he was observing something in secret?

Feng Yifan's mouth raised slightly: "Little Feng Ruoruo? Is it a Little Feng Ruoruo?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately heard his daughter's voice: "Ah, I've been discovered."

Then, the little girl quickly turned around and ran out of the kitchen, as if she was about to report to her mother and grandpa.

Through the gap where the kitchen door opened, Feng Yifan saw his daughter's back, with the corners of his mouth rising even more, his hands moving more quickly, and his heart was filled with joy.

After some busy schedule, Feng Yifan personally brought the three-wire knotted silk and the lion's head to Zhang Maosheng.

"Uncle Zhang, try it. I haven't done it for a few years and I have some hands. I can see if the taste is close to my dad's skills?"

Zhang Maosheng looked at the small bowl in front of him and the familiar small bowl next to him, and was also looking forward to it.

Also looking forward to the father and daughter Su Jinrong and Su Ruoxi.

Although Feng Yifan had indeed reached the strength of starting a military career before leaving, he had been away for five years. I wonder if he could still achieve the same level as before?

When Zhang Maosheng was nervous with some expectation, he slowly lifted the upside down bowl.

In an instant, I looked down on the plate with a bowl, and first I put a beautifully decorated mushroom on it.

Next, there are delicate and neat shredded pork, shredded ham, shredded winter bamboo shoots, and shredded chicken.

Each knife is extremely fine, with uniform length, thickness and thickness. It doesn't look like a dish, but like a work of art.

Zhang Maosheng was stunned for a few seconds, raised the chopsticks in his hand and sighed: "This is simply, I don't dare to put the chopsticks off. This knife skill is really no worse than Brother Su."

Hearing Zhang Maosheng's words, Feng Ruoruo Tongshao was unhappy: "It's not as good as grandpa."

Su Ruoxi quickly grabbed her daughter and apologized to Zhang Maosheng and smiled awkwardly: "I'm sorry, Uncle Zhang."

Zhang Maosheng smiled indifferently and said, "Haha, it's okay. In our Ruoruo's mind, it must be the best that grandpa did. Ruoruo is right, grandpa is the best. Dad learned this skill from your grandpa."

Feng Yifan smiled and nodded: "Yes, my skills must not be compared with my father back then. Uncle Zhang, please try the taste."

Finally, Zhang Maosheng gently picked up some with chopsticks and slowly put them into his mouth.

It looks so good, so naturally I have some expectations in terms of taste.

At the entrance, Zhang Maosheng had actually lowered his expectations and thought to himself that Feng Yifan was still young after all.

But when he really started chewing in his mouth, the taste of the whole dish spread out in his mouth, instantly rejuvenating Zhang Maosheng's expression.

This taste, this taste is from many years ago.

As an old diner of Su Ji, Zhang Maosheng still remembers the taste of Su Ji's hand-buttoned three-striped flakes. Over the years, he always wanted to order this dish.

However, in recent years, perhaps Su Jinrong has become older, or perhaps because he taught his apprentice to leave without saying goodbye.

Su Ji’s three-slime cube cannot be said to be bad, but it does not have the same flavor as it used to be.

It’s not the taste in the memories of old diners like Lao Zhang.

Many old diners come to Suji, which is more of a sentiment, not just to eat a taste.

But today is different. This plate of Feng Yifan made three-slides, which once again made Lao Zhang taste the taste in his memory.

Then, almost without stopping, Zhang Maosheng ate all the three strands on the plate in one breath.

After eating the last chopsticks, Lao Zhang smacked his lips.

"Ah, it's really delicious, it's still an old taste. Brother Su, congratulations, the taste of Su Ji finally has its successor, and the old taste of Su Ji is coming back."

After hearing Zhang Maosheng's praise, Su Jinrong in the wheelchair was relieved and tried hard to say, "Thank you, thank you."

After a moment of reminiscing, Lao Zhang unveiled the small cup in front of him, and the fragrance instantly blew.

Feng Ruoruo's shoes, who had never been very convinced, smelled the lion's head, swallowed in a bit unyieldingly, and his belly also rumbling.

Hearing the sound of his belly, Feng Ruoruo immediately threw herself into his mother's arms shyly, unwilling to look up.

Seeing this, Feng Yifan returned to the kitchen with a smile and soon came back with a small cup.

Holding the small cup and squatted in front of his daughter, Feng Yifan smiled and said, "Dad knows that Ruruo hasn't eaten yet, so Dad has prepared one for Ruruo. Should Ruruo try it?"

Feng Ruoruo raised his head from his mother's arms and glanced at his father next to him, especially looking at the small cup on his father's hand carefully.

The little girl was actually quite looking forward to it, but she was embarrassed and pulled back into her mother's arms.

Just as the little girl turned around, Lao Zhang sighed again: "Wow, it's really delicious, this lion's head is even better."

Hearing Grandpa Zhang sigh and hearing that Grandpa Zhang had started to smack his lips when he was eating, Feng Ruoruo finally couldn't help but turn his head and look at the small cup that his father held in his hand again.

Seeing that his daughter seemed to be a little resistant, Feng Yifan knew that he could not force it too much, so he handed the small cup in his hand to his wife: "Come and feed Ruoruo, I'll go to the back to clean up, and you and dad will eat something together later."

Su Ruoxi reached out to take the small cup, and looked at her daughter who was pounced on her arms and felt helpless.

When Feng Yifan walked towards the kitchen, Feng Ruoruo finally raised his little head from his mother's arms and looked at his father's back when he walked into the kitchen.

But soon, the little girl was attracted by the small cup in her mother's hand and was still looking forward to trying it out.

Su Ruoxi sat down, took out the small cup and picked up the spoon, cut off a piece of lion's head, and fed her daughter together with a little soup.
Chapter completed!