It took him a long time to eat the snack stuffed into his mouth. After the ice cream was completely melted by saliva, the remaining skin and fruits were chewed together, which made him feel very delicious.

Feng Ruoruo looked at his elder brother after eating and asked with a smile: "Is it delicious?"

Ning Cheng nodded: "Well, it's delicious. There's ice cream inside, and the skin outside is sweet and chewed with fruit particles inside, which is really delicious."

Feng Ruoruo said happily: "Hehehe, the dim sum that dad made is delicious."

Ning Cheng asked curiously: "Ruoruo, isn't your father a chef? Why can dim sum be made so well?"

Feng Ruoru immediately replied seriously: "Because my father said that a good chef must also be able to cook snacks. My father told Ruoru that in foreign restaurants, dim sum is also placed on the menu. Therefore, a chef as good as my father must not only know how to cook, but also know how to cook."

Just then, Feng Yifan walked out of the kitchen and saw that Ning Cheng had arrived and was chatting with his daughter.

Hearing his daughter's words, he also smiled and said to Ning Cheng: "The job of chefs is divided into division of labor. Whether it is domestic restaurants or foreign restaurants, chefs are often divided into many types, including dessert masters, who are considered chefs."

After hearing Feng Yifan's explanation, Ning Cheng looked at him and asked, "Uncle Yifan, do you do anything?"

Before Feng Yifan could answer, his daughter rushed to help him answer: "My father can do anything."

Feng Yifan reached out to his daughter, gently touched her little head, and then said to Ning Cheng: "When I was abroad, I had to study and make a living, so I often had to do all kinds of work in the kitchen, so I had to do some things."

Ning Cheng nodded and said, "Uncle Yifan, you are so awesome."

Feng Yifan reached out and patted Ning Cheng on the shoulder: "Working hard can help you learn the skills through hard work. Of course, whether you can truly become a top chef may require some talent."

Speaking of this, he asked Ning Cheng again: "How do you think the big bowl of stewed meat tastes at noon? Is there anything that needs improvement?"

Being suddenly asked this question made Ning Cheng a little confused, and he didn't know how to answer for a while?

When it comes to how it tastes, Ning Cheng thought it tastes really great from the bottom of his heart. It can be said that it was the best stew he had ever tasted.

And the big bowl at noon was eaten by the whole family in the end even the soup base was soaked.

Ning Cheng still couldn't help laughing when he thought about it, and his younger brother Ning Guang almost licked the bowl.

The taste is really good, but Feng Yifan wants him to tell him that there is anything that needs improvement, and he really doesn't know how to answer?

After hesitating for a while, Ning Cheng decided to tell the truth: "Uncle Yifan, I think the taste is really great. I don't know what else to improve, and I don't know how to change it?"

Feng Yifan thought about it and laughed: "Okay, I'm too serious, and I'm a little anxious. As soon as you started studying, you asked you such a profound question. It's really a bit difficult to do. OK, you don't have to take it seriously, just practice the knife skills first."

Ning Cheng looked at Feng Yifan’s smile, but he didn’t think too much about it at all. He nodded and said, “Well, I know Uncle Yifan.”

When Ning Cheng first entered the kitchen and started practicing knife skills in the kitchen.

Feng Yifan and his father-in-law who was pushed over looked at each other.

At this moment, there was still a touch of tacit understanding in the eyes of the father-in-law and son-in-law.

Ning Cheng didn't dare to express his opinion on the taste, which still made Su Jinrong and Feng Yifan a little disappointed.

The seasoning of Feng Yifan's stewed meat is adjusted according to the common tastes in the village. Because it is an attempt, there will inevitably be certain deviations and there will be some places that do not meet the inherent tastes of the villagers.

This is a deviation in taste for everyone and requires precise cooking and seasoning to make up for it.

So what Feng Yifan wanted to hear was not Ning Cheng saying that it was delicious, but that he hoped to hear Ning Cheng saying that after eating the whole dish, he and his family would feel, especially if he wanted to become a chef in the future, he would have to be more sensitive to the taste, and he could not just answer "delicious" in two words.

Su Jinrong thought for a while and said, "It doesn't matter, he is still a newcomer, just like you did before, and he needs time to study."

Feng Yifan nodded: "Well, take your time and let him practice his knife skills first."

Feng Ruoru heard the conversation between her father and grandpa. She handed the box in her hand to her mother and held it. She reached out and pulled her father down, hugged her neck, and whispered in her father's ear: "Dad, you have to be like you taught Uncle Xiaolin."

When Feng Yifan heard his daughter's words, he was stunned for a moment, and then seemed to understand what his daughter meant.

After thinking about it carefully, I was really anxious when I suddenly asked Ning Cheng about the question I just now.

Ning Cheng’s foundation is much worse than Lin Ruifeng. As a novice in cooking, Ning Cheng needs to learn a lot.

After being reminded by his daughter, Feng Yifan also felt that he had indeed had a little demands on Ning Cheng.

He smiled and turned his head to whisper to his daughter, "Okay, since Ruoru has spoken, then Dad should be patient and teach this brother Ning Cheng well, Ruoru, mother and grandma, go out, otherwise it will be too late, and all the snacks in your box will melt."

After hearing his father's words, Feng Ruoruo immediately threw away Brother Ning Cheng's affairs.

The little girl let go of her father, turned around and took the box from her mother's hand, and then quickly said, "Mom, let's go quickly, go faster, otherwise the ice cream in it will melt, and Brother Haohao and Sister Wenwen won't be able to eat the cool snacks."

Seeing her daughter's anxious look, Su Ruoxi said helplessly: "Okay, okay, let's leave now. Don't run. Let's go quickly and look at her feet."

While following her daughter, Su Ruoxi turned her head and glared at her husband.

The meaning in that look was obviously: You wait, and you will settle the score with you when you come back tonight.

Watching her mother and wife accompany their daughter out, Feng Yifan turned around and pushed her father-in-law into the kitchen.

In the kitchen, Ning Cheng had already started practicing knife skills by himself.

Now Ning Cheng is probably used to it and will not carefully select carrots. Instead, he will take one out of the basket and wash it, and then start practicing by himself in front of the trunk.

Seeing Feng Yifan pushing Su Jinrong in, Ning Cheng just looked up and continued to lower his head to practice seriously.

This situation still made Feng Yifan feel more satisfied.

Although Ning Cheng has not really practiced it yet, this attitude is still worthy of praise.

Ning Cheng practiced knife skills, Feng Yifan continued to discuss with his father-in-law how to adjust the taste of Suzao Soup. He also made some attempts. At the same time, he was trying to use other methods to cook and find ways to better utilize Suzao Soup, so as to present the dishes in different ways.

After some discussion, Feng Yifan thought of a way to make it, which might better lock in the taste of Suzao Soup.

After hearing what his son-in-law said, Su Jinrong was also a little surprised: "You mean, using beggar chicken, pour Suzao soup into the chicken's belly, then wrap it with lotus leaves, wrap it with mud on the outside, and use the method of simmering to let the taste penetrate into the chicken during the cooking process?"

Feng Yifan nodded and said, "It can not only be used as beggar chicken, but also as well as other ingredients."

Speaking of this, Feng Yifan thought for a while and said, "I remember that among the eight treasures of the Zhou Dynasty, there was a saying that the cannon pig was actually similar to the beggar chicken."

When Su Jinrong heard this, he immediately felt that this might be a solution.

This method can better lock in the flavor of the spices, which may be better than stewing in a casserole, allowing the spices to penetrate into the meat, thus making the fragrance more abundant.

Su Jinrong thought for a while and said, "Well, your method is really good, you can try it."

Feng Yifan then said: "Dad, in fact, there is a higher technology method abroad now. It is to slow-cook at low temperatures, seal the ingredients and spices in a bag, then put them in constant temperature water, and slowly cook them, and finally let the flavor of spices penetrate into the ingredients."

Su Jinrong heard this and said, "Well, I have heard of this method, and it is said that the meat made in this way can better lock in the juice of the meat itself."

Feng Yifan nodded: "Yes, we can use beggar chicken first, and then try to cook at low temperatures."

Ning Cheng, who was practicing knife skills, would quietly listen to Feng Yifan and the others in his spare time.

And this time, he was a little surprised when he heard the conversation between Su Jinrong and Feng Yifan, because those words of great modern technology were almost never heard of Ning Cheng.

Although I haven't heard of it, Ning Cheng felt in his heart that since Feng Yifan said it, it must be a very powerful cooking technique.

At the same time, in Ning Cheng's heart, he is even more looking forward to becoming Feng Yifan's apprentice.

After Feng Yifan discussed with his father-in-law, he also made some attempts first.

Unfortunately, because it was a temporary idea, there were no ready-made lotus leaves available at home, so I can only think about it for the time being, and there may be no way to do it.

But the son-in-law's bold idea really made Su Jinrong eye-opener.

In the past, Su Jinrong felt that his son-in-law might be influenced by many Western cooking and his mastery of traditional cooking is no longer as skilled as before.

But now it seems that Feng Yifan not only has a good grasp of it, but also knows how to integrate it.

Su Jinrong felt that if his son-in-law really succeeded in research, Su Ji's cooking would be even more exciting in the future.

Grandpa and dad were busy studying dishes at home, and Feng Ruoruo rushed to Brother Yue Qihao's house, accompanied by grandma and mother.

As soon as he entered the door, the little girl shouted loudly: "Brother Haohao, come out quickly, it will be bad if you don't come."

Hearing Feng Ruoruo screaming, everyone in Yue Qingsong's family immediately ran out.

Yue Qihao looked at his sister holding the box in the door and asked strangely: "Sister, what's wrong? What's wrong?"

Feng Ruoru saw that Brother Haohao, Aunt and Grandma had come out, so he quickly picked up the box in his hand and said, "Come and eat it quickly. This is a snack made by my father. It is a cool snack. If you don't eat it, all the cold ice cream inside will melt."

Yue Qingsong's mother laughed and said, "Hahaha, it turns out that the ice cream is about to melt? I thought something was wrong."

Feng Ruoruo said very seriously: "Big Grandma, it's a big deal to melt the ice cream, but it's not delicious if it melts."

For the little girl, it is a big deal to melt the ice cream in the snacks.

Feng Ruoruo said as he held the things in the box to his big grandma, aunt and brother.

"Hurry up, grandma, aunt, brother Haohao, you one of you, eat quickly, don't let the ice cream inside melt."

The big grandma smiled and said, "Let your aunt and brother eat it, but grandma won't eat it when she is old."

Feng Ruoruo was unhappy and pouted and said, "No, big grandma wants to eat it too."

Lu Cuiling said behind her granddaughter: "Old sister, this is our family's wish. Just have a try. The ice cream here is different from the ice cream sold in our village."

Su Ruoxi explained on the side: "These ice creams were actually made by Yifan himself before he came back. They were not as sweet as those I bought. Auntie, you can eat some and try them."

Feng Ruoruo was very anxious, worried that the ice cream wrapped in the skin would melt away in the box.

"Oh, don't tell me, eat quickly, eat quickly."

Seeing that the little girl was very anxious, everyone had to take one of them. Then there was still one left in the box.

Feng Ruoruo held the last one and said, "Brother Haohao, let's go to Sister Wenwen's house together and give this to Sister Wenwen."

Yue Qihao was originally going to eat, but when he heard his sister's words, he immediately agreed: "Okay, let's go."
To be continued...