Feng Yifan ignored Su Liancheng's coming and going. He was still busy in the kitchen. And with lunch time coming, the small restaurant gradually became extremely lively, and the kitchen naturally became busy.

Fried rice and noodles are not like various stir-fry dishes, and they don’t take long, and they are also very suitable for eating in a hurry at noon.

Therefore, Su Ji resumed the restoration of only fried rice and noodles, which naturally attracted many shop owners on the old street to come and eat.

For these bosses on the old street, what Su Ji is the most unforgettable in their minds is their fried rice and noodles.

Not only is it full, but it is also very delicious.

Seeing that more and more people came from the tube, Su Ruoxi hurried into the kitchen. Seeing her husband busy by the stove, a feeling of distress suddenly appeared in her heart.

"There are a lot of people outside, why don't you take a break? You're the only one who is busy. I can talk to the outside, just say that there is not enough preparation, so I'll sell it here today?"

Feng Yifan wiped the sweat beads on his forehead and turned his head to look at his wife standing opposite the table.

From the wife's anxious eyes, she could see that her wives felt distressed about her current situation.

This made Feng Yifan feel very surprised.

The body, which was originally exhausted due to the busyness, seemed to be full of energy all of a sudden. Feng Yifan quickly said: "It doesn't matter, I'm so busy alone. I've experienced more situations than people in the past few years, don't worry."

This sentence is really not to comfort my wife.

After Su Ji's accident in his previous life, Feng Yifan had an obsession with revenge on his wife and aunt, and he had really experienced too many hardships.

Especially in order to hone your cooking skills, many times have been supporting a restaurant alone in domestic and foreign countries to conduct devilish training.

In order to use strong pressure to stimulate the potential of the body, so that one can transform into growth again and again.

Compared with some experiences in previous lives, these people who came to Su Ji at noon today are just small scenes for Feng Yifan.

Then, under Su Ruoxi's gaze, Feng Yifan opened the other stoves on the stove.

Su Ruoxi looked at her shocked look. Her husband controlled several stoves at the same time, and she didn't even need an iron spoon. Instead, she controlled several pots with both hands, stir-frying rice and cooking noodles.

It can be very smooth, complete the plate of fried rice, and at the same time, the noodles can be served in a bowl.

Four plates of fried rice were served at a time, and two bowls of Yifu noodles with different soup bases were added. Su Ruoxi looked at her and felt that her husband had already had an illusion.

After finishing it, Feng Yifan saw his wife in a daze and said with a smile: "Hey, what's wrong? Please help me with two plates of fried rice. I'll take the rest and quickly serve the guests outside."

Su Ruoxi finally woke up at this time, so she quickly agreed and reached out to serve two plates of fried rice.

Feng Yifan quickly walked around and almost came to the kitchen door with his wife. The two of them turned their backs to the door at the same time, and opened the door and walked out of the kitchen in a way that they retreated.

The moment they turned around, the two of them turned left and right at the same time, just for a moment when they were facing each other.

When the eyes were facing each other, both of them vaguely felt like they were back when Feng Yifan had just come to learn cooking and was still in charge of serving food.

The two young at that time actually didn't take each other seriously. The two of them of similar age were actually just friends.

Time Ran Zai, maybe neither of them had ever thought that there would be such a marriage.

Now that I have experienced this moment of looking at each other again after many years, a kind of thought emerged from the two of them, perhaps the boy and girl had already developed feelings for each other at this moment.

But after just thinking about it this way, the couple quickly delivered the noodles and fried rice to the guests.

After delivering it, there were still several tables of guests waiting, and even there were signs of queuing up at the door.

Su Ruoxi once again wanted to tell her husband that she might as well not let new customers come in for the time being.

But Feng Yifan took the lead in greeting the guests: "Come on, come on, everyone invites you to come in. At noon, our restaurant is served with fried rice and noodle soup.

However, our Suji place is limited, so we asked everyone to move the stools and find a seat. We also understand each other. We all have lunch, so we will just put together a table. Chef Feng Yifan is here to thank everyone."

As he said that, Feng Yifan clasped his fists to the guests and bowed respectfully.

Sure enough, most of the guests still understand. After entering the door, they took the stools they had buttoned together and then found some tables to piece together.

As for those guests who finished their meal, they all stood up and gave way.

Even Meng Shitong and his group got up, gave up their tables, and took the initiative to help clean up the dishes.

Seeing Meng Shitong and the others taking the initiative to help clean the dishes, Feng Yifan immediately rushed over and started to pack up, quickly cleaned the table, and ran to the kitchen with a large stack of dishes.

Feng Yifan ran and said to his wife: "Ruoxi, please greet the guests and report to me the order.

Don’t do anything about the bowls and chopsticks, I’ll come to clean up later.”

The last sentence her husband rushed into the kitchen made Su Ruoxi stunned, and a hint of sweetness emerged in his heart the next moment.

Su Ruoxi understood that her husband didn't want her to do things like cleaning dishes and wiping the table.

But Su Ruoxi naturally couldn't really stop doing it. She took action quickly, packed some of the dishes and dishes she had finished, and then brought them to the kitchen together.

Feng Yifan, who had already started to be busy in the kitchen, saw that his wife still packed up the dishes and frowned slightly and wanted to say something.

But Su Ruoxi took the lead: "Shut up and cook rice and noodles well. Don't forget that before you came back, I was doing these things, so hurry up and make the order."

After Su Ruoxi said toughly, she turned around and left the kitchen, without giving Feng Yifan any chance to speak.

Watching his wife leave, he looked at his wife's back through the open and closed kitchen door for a while.

Feng Yifan finally turned around and continued to start cooking rice and noodles quickly. His hands accelerated, and there was always a smile on the corner of his mouth.

This afternoon, Suji Restaurant was really busy, and many people nearby rushed over for lunch.

Even later, it was really crowded.

Meng Shitong and others, as bystanders, were sighing throughout the whole process. Feng Yifan's quick hand speed seemed to be able to deal with it no matter how many people came to the restaurant.

He Yaqian counted waves of people and whispered to Meng Shitong and others: "After this time, dozens of people came suddenly, so they could handle it alone. Chef Feng is simply the God Feng."

The photographer and the other entourage nodded in amazement.

Meng Shitong looked at everything without any expression, but she had already begun to have a new plan in her heart.

After meeting Feng Yifan's amazing speed and contacting Su Liancheng's previous series of explanations, Meng Shitong felt that she could use Su Ji as the theme. Just shooting various dishes from Su Ji, she might be able to make a lot of videos.

But the question facing Meng Shitong is, would Feng Yifan or Su Ji’s old man be willing to let them take a picture of the whole process?

Su Ji's business was booming at noon, and Feng Yifan and Su Ruoxi were naturally very busy. In the busyness, their faces were always filled with smiles.
Chapter completed!