In the kitchen of Fujinglou, after receiving the feedback from the front, the chefs were all really excited, and their eyes looked at Feng Yifan even more admired.

Feng Yifan was slow and led the three little girls to start choosing bamboo shoots.

"Look at it, the dish that my father will cook next is called "Chicken Marrow Bamboo Shoots". We should choose some fresh and tender bamboo shoots that are not so thick, just like this, about the thickness of a finger of my father."

The three little girls followed Papa Feng and squatted beside a pile of bamboo shoots, watching Papa Feng select bamboo shoots.

Especially when watching Dad Feng select the bamboo shoots with a knife, he cut the tender bamboo shoots from it, which made the three little girls feel very interesting.

Among them, Chen Yaofei listened the most seriously among the three little girls.

She would also ask her own questions: "Dad Feng, how could you know that the bamboo shoots inside are about the same thickness as your fingers?"

Feng Yifan smiled and explained: "Just take a look. This is thicker, and then such bamboo shoots will be older. We can't use them."

Feng Ruoruo looked at his father's gesture, stretched out his little hand and searched through the pile of bamboo shoots.

Soon the little girl also found a stick and said, "Dad, look, is this OK?"

When Yang Xiaoxi saw Feng Ruoruo searching, he also found one for Feng’s father to help him take a look.

Feng Yifan looked at the bamboo shoots on the hands of the two little girls and said, "Well, the thickness is OK, but Xixi's one is better, Ruruo's one is not that straight."

Feng Ruoruo threw down the one on his hand and began to stretch out his hand to continue rummaging.

The two chefs Zhang Fenglin and Qi Deqiang came over at this time and looked at them with curiosity.

Feng Yifan turned his head and glanced at the two chefs and said, "In fact, it is best to use the thunder bamboo shoots from Tianmu Mountain. However, the season has passed, so you can only use these slightly tender local bamboo shoots instead."

Hearing this, Zhang Fenglin asked again: "Is there any particularity in chicken?"

Feng Yifan smiled and asked, "Do you think that chicken marrow bamboo shoots are so good, so chicken should also be made with treasures? Then let's use Rongjiang Xiaoxiang Chicken?"

After hearing this, Qi Deqiang thought about it and said, "Well, it's not too much. Since it is a treasure among the Honglou dishes, you should also choose the natural ingredients well enough, and it is not an exaggeration to use Rongjiang Xiaoxiang Chicken."

Feng Yifan laughed and said, "Hahaha, you are exaggerating. The key to the reason why dishes are treasures lies in the chef's cooking. If we simply distinguish between cherishing ingredients and high-end, what else do we chefs do?"

After hearing these words, Zhang Fenglin and Qi Deqiang nodded in agreement.

Feng Yifan continued: "Some ingredients can be pursued, while some do not actually need to be pursued too much. Just like this chicken marrow bamboo shoot, the key is on the bamboo shoots. As for the chicken glutinous rice that is brewed into it, there is no need to pursue the best variety of chickens, the key is to make chicken glutinous rice essence and seasoning."

Speaking of this, Feng Yifan turned his head and shouted to the chefs who were in charge of the soup: "Your soup today is barely qualified, but overall it is still not good enough. The process of cleaning the soup has not been well controlled. Next time I hope you can make progress and don't always stay on the spot."

The group of chefs in charge of the soup quickly agreed: "Okay Chef Feng."

Feng Yifan said to Zhang Fenglin and Qi Deqiang again: "You two are chefs. These things must be supervised. Be sure to ensure the overall quality of the dishes and not be perfunctory."

Zhang Fenglin and Qi Deqiang naturally lowered their heads and agreed seriously.

When Feng Yifan said a few words, the three little girls searched for bamboo shoots together. As a result, when Feng's father looked at it, the three little girls had already selected a bunch of bamboo shoots.

Seeing the pile of bamboo shoots selected by the little girls, Feng Yifan couldn't help laughing.

"Hahaha, my three little babies, you have also picked too many bamboo shoots. We can't use so many today."

Three little girls waving their hands full of dirt and shouting happily.

"Dad, you use it all, make more."

"Dad Feng, you can use it slowly."

"Yes, Dad Feng, you can cook more dishes, otherwise there will be not enough food."

Feng Yifan smiled and agreed: "Okay, then Dad Feng will choose a few, and leave the rest to the uncles and aunts here to deal with."

The three little girls naturally nodded and agreed.

Feng Yifan picked a few, and the rest was thrown to the two chefs.

"You arrange someone to deal with these, it is best to empty your heart. Looking back, if someone orders this dish today, you can prepare it in advance."

Zhang Fenglin immediately arranged someone to come and take the selected bamboo shoots to deal with.

It is not difficult to see from this point that Qi Deqiang is still adapting to the chef's work. Zhang Fenglin, who was the chef of Fujinglou before, was more accustomed to this kind of command and dispatch matter.

Feng Yifan then started to shoot bamboo shoots.

Although I have done it once before, and the chefs of Fujinglou have also learned it together with the video.

But today I saw Feng Yifan doing it myself, and everyone was still very curious to follow.

Feng Yifan was adjusting everything. When he poured chicken glutinous rice into the hollowed-out bamboo shoots, Feng Yifan also brought three little girls together, holding their little hands and injected them into it.

This made the three little girls who could participate very happy.

When the bamboo shoots were steamed, Feng Yifan personally changed the knife and sliced ​​them. Then he arranged the plate as before, and arranged it into a peacock on the plate, then poured it on the steamed bamboo shoots and leftover it, and the seasoned soup was seasoned.

The chicken marrow bamboo shoots were sent out, which naturally attracted the attention of the diners on Fujing Road again.

Mr. Liao Chen was also a little excited when he saw the chicken marrow bamboo shoots coming up: "It's really beautiful. Just posing with the plate makes people feel refreshed."

Some other diners also stretched their heads and looked at the chicken and bamboo shoots on the plate, and they were all amazing.

"it's beautiful."

"Of course it's pretty, haven't you watched TV?"

"Yes, that's what Chef Feng does on TV."

"Then this must have been made by Chef Feng himself."

"That's not necessarily the case. Maybe someone else learned how to cook Chef Feng's dishes?"

"Impossible. I know Chef Feng's method of placing plates. This plate must have been made by Chef Feng himself."

...

When some diners argued whether it was made by Feng Yifan himself.

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Su Liancheng also stood up and said: "Please don't argue. Our Fujing Tower invites Chef Feng to come here as a guide, so it is impossible for us to make every dish by Chef Feng. We can only say that these dishes must be made under the supervision of Chef Feng, and it is not guaranteed that Chef Feng will make them by himself."

In fact, Su Liancheng certainly knew that if these dishes were made by Feng Yifan himself, they would bring more popular business to Fujinglou, but he also knew that he could not say that.

Because once you say that, Feng Yifan will not stay in Fujinglou forever.

Diners may say that Fu Jinglou is deceived.

That would make Fujinglou’s reputation worse.

So Su Liancheng knew that the dishes on Liao Chen's table were made by Feng Yifan, but he still told the diners that he could not guarantee that the dishes were made by Feng Yifan.

After Su Liancheng received a vaccination in advance, the diners in Fujinglou also expressed their understanding.

"Chef Feng is a five-star chef, and you really can't take action casually."

"Chef Feng must still wait for Su Ji to resume business and will show off his skills in his restaurant."

"Hehe, I really want to eat Chef Feng's craftsmanship, so I can go to the stall across the ancient street."

"It seems that Chef Feng didn't do it himself, he is his apprentice."

"This depends on luck. Sometimes, when you are lucky, you will encounter Chef Feng's handmade, but there are mainly snacks there and there are no dishes. However, the roast goose, roast duck, char siu and wontons there are really delicious, especially the bowl of wontons, which is so delicious."

"Yes, I know that the bowl of wontons and the sesame cake is really delicious."

"Little wontons with sesame cakes? What is the way to eat them?"

Some diners who have never been there can't help but feel curious?

Diners who have been there immediately explained: "This is a more special way to eat it. The sesame cake is said to be called Caolu Shaobing, which is a very ancient sesame cake. Then it is soaked in chicken soup and eaten very delicious. The soup base of the small wonton at Chef Feng's stall is a very clear chicken soup, so it is just right to eat it together."

At this time, Liao Chen, who was tasting chicken marrow bamboo shoots and drinking wine, suddenly spoke.

"Oh? Is the chicken soup crepe wontons paired with grass stove pancakes? It's so delicious. I didn't expect that Huaicheng can still eat this so delicious?"

Speaking of this, the old man asked the diner who introduced him: "Where is that stall?"

The diner immediately told the address to the old man.

Liao Chen wrote it down and had already decided in his heart that he would find some time to taste it.

The diner then said, "Grandpa, if you want to go, remember to go to the evening, because the wontons are not available at noon, and they are only available at night."

Liao Chen smiled at the kind diner and said, "Thank you for your reminder, I've recorded it."

This afternoon, Feng Yifan lit up a lot of things in Fujinglou.

Even Feng Yifan, the three-ding bag that Fujinglou is proud of, has made some adjustments, which has improved the taste of the three-ding bag of Fujinglou.

While Feng Yifan was busy in the kitchen, Su Liancheng drove away from Fujinglou.

Su Liancheng drove back to the ancient street and came directly to Su Ji.

At this time, not only Chen Yaofei's grandparents, but Yang Xiaoxi's father Yang Zhiyi was also in Su Ji.

Lin Ruifeng and Zhao Daxia have already gone to set up a stall together, while Su Ruoxi and the others stayed, waiting for Feng Yifan to bring the children back, and then everyone will go to the small market together.

But what I didn't expect was Su Liancheng who was waiting for it.

After Su Liancheng entered the door, he also directly explained his purpose.

"Uncle, cousin, brother-in-law is still busy with the children in the kitchen. I'll come and pick you up and go there. You can have lunch at Fujinglou, and I'll treat you."
To be continued...