Feng Yifan refused politely, but Zhang Xueping did not understand very well. He did not even ask his father again, and directly begged.

"Uncle Master, I really know how to study hard. I'm not on a whim or just to be cool. I just think that learning from you can learn a lot."

Feng Yifan then asked: "Then why don't you want to learn from your father?"

After being asked like this, Zhang Xueping turned his head and looked at his father.

When Zhang Xueping was a little hesitant, a young diner in the restaurant said, "Does the boss still need to ask? I must think that his dad is not as good as you."

Then some other diners also started to make excuses.

"Yes, Chef Feng, you are the most powerful one."

"Well, I also think Chef Feng must be more powerful. To learn, of course, you have to learn from the most powerful ones."

"They call you uncle, Chef Feng, please accept their children."

Facing the diners in the restaurant, he looked expectant in the face of Zhang Xueping.

Feng Yifan still asked him very calmly: "I want to hear your answer. Do you have the same idea as everyone here? I think I am better than your father?"

After all, Zhang Xueping is a child. After Feng Yifan repeatedly asked him, he still said, "Yes, I just think you are more powerful."

Feng Yifan nodded and said directly: "If this is the case, then you must not want to learn cooking well."

After hearing Feng Yifan's conclusion, not to mention Zhang Xueping, even the young diners in the restaurant were very puzzled. Why did Feng Yifan give such a conclusion?

However, most of the elderly diners in the restaurant understand the meaning of Feng Yifan's conclusion.

Zhang Xueping hesitated for a moment and said, "Uncle Master, why do you say I don't want to study hard?"

Feng Yifan walked into Zhang Xueping two steps, bent down and stared at Zhang Xueping's eyes with his head down. His very sharp eyes even made Zhang Xueping a little scared.

After watching for a while, Feng Yifan said, "Because you think I am better than your father, you have to learn from me. The fundamental reason is that you think learning from me can satisfy you in front of classmates and those who have watched my videos, to show your uniqueness.

Then you can get the envious look of these young diners in my restaurant by taking the title of my apprentice, gaining psychological satisfaction.”

Feng Yifan's words stunned Zhang Xueping.

The young diners in the restaurant who had been cheering before felt that this was very harsh.

And the young diners finally understood why Feng Yifan would draw a conclusion and refuse to teach Zhang Xueping.

Feng Yifan looked at the big boy with doubts and a strong dissatisfaction.

He reached out and patted the big boy on the shoulder and said very seriously: "If you want to learn cooking and really want to be a good cook who surpasses me and your father, then you don't have to choose a great teacher first, you first need to understand where the chef should start."

Looking at Zhang Xueping seriously, Feng Yifan continued: "Children, don't be confused by those fancy things. If you really want to learn, then you can start tomorrow, go to your father's restaurant and take a look at your father's daily work in the kitchen."

Zhang Fenglin stood aside and watched Feng Yifan’s teachings to his son.

As a father, Zhang Fenglin was shocked at this moment, and was also grateful to Feng Yifan.

After all, as a father, Zhang Fenglin is quite spoiled for his son.

That's why he still used his eyes to send a request to Feng Yifan when his son made it clear that he would follow Feng Yifan to learn cooking, and even said that he thought he was inferior to Feng Yifan.

Zhang Fenglin didn't want to disappoint his son, and he didn't even care about his son's belittlement of himself.

After listening to Feng Yifan's teachings, Zhang Fenglin reflected on himself in his heart and discovered the problems caused by his spoiling son.

If Feng Yifan agreed to Zhang Xueping today, then one day in the future, Zhang Xueping might also embark on a similar path to Zhang Fenglin back then.

Zhang Xueping may become complacent because he learns cooking with Feng Yifan. He will show off his name outside, or even embark on a path of cheating.

When it really comes to that time, I'm afraid Zhang Fenglin will be too late even if he regrets it.

So Zhang Fenglin is grateful to Feng Yifan at this moment.

As Feng Yifan and Zhang Xueping said, if he really wants to learn cooking and is interested in cooking, then go to Zhang Fenglin’s shop first and take a closer look in the kitchen every day.

I don’t have to study, I just stand aside and look at how hard it is in the kitchen every day.

After understanding the hard work and boredom of the kitchen, we can still maintain the heart of learning to cook.

At that time, Zhang Xueping might not have begged to take Feng Yifan as his teacher.

Because for cooking, the first thing is to practice the basic skills solidly. If you practice the basic skills, you don’t need to choose a famous chef as a master, but you also need to work hard and endure hardships.

Zhang Xueping was a little disappointed because his idol was right in front of him, but he failed to become a disciple.

Zhang Fenglin stepped forward and patted his son on the shoulder: "Okay, don't be discouraged. Your uncle is also a master, a special chef, and a five-star chef abroad. In the future, you are really willing to learn cooking. When you become a master at my father, I will definitely let your uncle accept you."

Hearing his father say this, Zhang Xueping suddenly felt energetic and looked at his father and asked, "Really?"

Zhang Fenglin smiled and rubbed his son's head: "Silly boy, when did your dad cheat you? Just be your uncle, the master who has advanced, just like the games you play, it is the ultimate boss in the level after advancement."

Hearing his father say this, Zhang Xueping said happily: "Dad, you are becoming more and more fashionable. You even know the level advancement and the ultimate boss?"

When Xue Huan saw the father and son talking and laughing, he secretly let go of his hanging heart.

After all, the mother spends more time with her son, so the mother also understands her son's personality better.

Sometimes Zhang Xueping's personality is still a little bit extreme.

So after Feng Yifan refused, Xue Hua was a little worried. Will his son start to make a fuss in the restaurant, and in the end, everyone can't get out of the market?

Fortunately, Feng Yifan is really a good teacher, and he can briefly explain the principles.

In addition, Zhang Fenglin used what his son liked to have an intimate interaction with his son, and the atmosphere suddenly became active.

Feng Yifan also smiled and said, "Well, since you all regard me as the ultimate boss, I am looking forward to it. One day, Zhang Xueping, you can defeat me, the great devil."

Zhang Xueping also smiled and looked at Feng Yifan and said, "Okay uncle, we said yes, I will definitely work hard and will defeat you in the future."

Some elderly diners in the restaurant applauded and praised when they heard this.

"Okay, the boss is really a good teacher."

"Chef Feng not only cooks well, but also has great experience in educating children."

"Hahaha, treat Chef Feng as the ultimate boss, the Demon King, I'm afraid it will be a bit difficult for you to pass this level."

"Come on, young man, what can happen if you have ambition? It's up to people to do it."

"Work hard, we can look forward to you defeating this ultimate devil."

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Although most people don’t believe that Zhang Xueping will really defeat Feng Yifan one day, he is still a child after all, so he still needs to give enough encouragement.

Zhang Xueping was naturally very happy, and turned around and bowed to everyone to thank them.

After this, Feng Yifan found that the chicken porridge that came up was a little cold, so he took it in and heated it up.

I sent it back again, and the family's dinner was also delivered together.

Feng Ruoruo was naturally very happy when he saw the dinner prepared by his father, because her dinner with Yang Xiaoxi and Chen Yaofei was different from everyone else.

The dinner for the three little girls was made by my father.

Not only is the rice wrapped in an egg cake, but the fried rice specially cooked by my father is also very unique.

When Zhang Xueping saw the small egg bread rice on the plate of three little girls, he couldn't help but look a little envious.

Of course, except for Zhang Xueping, there seems to be no diners in the restaurant who would not be envious.

Especially the three little girls used spoons to break the egg bag, and the fragrant fried rice inside appeared, which made everyone salivate and wanted to taste it.

However, this is what my father gave to my daughter, so outsiders will definitely not taste it.

And not to mention Zhang Xueping and diners, even the adults from the three families could not eat the egg-bread rice from the three girls.

When Feng Yifan made it for the three little girls, he added various vegetables, some small beef crumbs, and some great fungi, which reduced the amount of food and filled it with more vegetables, meat and fungi.

In this way, the three little girls' egg bread rice is not only delicious, but also has a very balanced nutrition.

Zhang Maosheng saw his eldest grandson staring at the little girls' egg bread rice and gently knocked on the big bowl containing chicken porridge.

"Pingping, if you try this porridge, it tastes good."

Zhang Xueping turned around a little unhappy, glanced at the porridge in the big bowl, and couldn't help but mutter: "Isn't it just white porridge? What's so special?"

Zhang Maosheng put a small bowl for his eldest grandson, put it in front of him and said, "Come on, try it."

Although Zhang Xueping was not very happy, he finally took it over. He first scooped up a spoon with a spoon, looked it carefully in front of him, and finally put the small spoon of porridge into his mouth.

When this small spoonful of porridge was in the mouth, the taste of the chicken porridge instantly shocked Zhang Xueping.

Then he slowly chewed the porridge, and the delicate thing that seemed to be rice grains surprised Zhang Xueping again.

After taking a bite, Zhang Xueping almost hesitated and quickly started eating one bite after another. He quickly ate a small bowl, and then he served another bowl for himself.

After serving, Zhang Xuepingcai looked at his grandfather and asked, "Grandpa, isn't this porridge white porridge?"

Zhang Maosheng smiled and said, "Of course it's not white porridge, this is called chicken porridge."

Zhang Xueping was a little surprised: "Chicken porridge? Is it made of chicken soup?"

Zhang Maosheng nodded: "Yes, it's made of chicken soup, and then there's chicken."

Zhang Xueping was even more surprised: "Is there any chicken?"

After scooping up the porridge and eating it for two bites, Zhang Xueping asked strangely: "Didn't you eat chicken?"
To be continued...