After eating the grilled fish beautifully, Feng Yifan took the children to clean up and used a shovel to pick out the chicken wrapped in mud from the fire pit.

When the children were dug out, they looked surprised. They looked like something like a stone. The children were a little confused about what to do?

Ning Cheng quickly said, "Well, this should be like a beggar chicken. As long as you smash the mud, there will be a very delicious chicken inside. We need to use something to smash the mud shells outside."

Feng Ruoruo immediately went to the riverside, picked up a small stone, and raised it in his hand: "Dad, I'll smash it, I'll smash it."

Feng Yifan was also a little amused when he saw the stone on his daughter's hand: "Ruoru, your stone is too small."

Su Ruoxi walked over and asked her daughter to throw away the small stones she picked up on her hands. She also washed her hands with the water she brought, and wiped her daughter's hands carefully with a disinfectant tissue.

"The little stones picked by the river are not clean, and there are bacteria on them. Ruruoruo, you are not allowed to pick up things casually."

Feng Ruoruo raised his hand and looked at it carefully: "Mom, it's not dirty, Ruoruo's hands have always been clean."

Su Ruoxi smiled and said, "That's because my mother washed your hands just now."

Feng Ruoruo pouted and said, "But when you didn't wash your hands, Ruoruo's hands were clean. Mom, if you don't let Ruoru take a stone, how can we smash that one?"

At this time, Feng Yifan took out a larger bone-clearing knife from the knives he brought.

"Dad has a knife."

Then, Feng Yifan slowly knocked open the mud shell with the back of a knife. First, he smashed the mud shells all, and then carefully uncovered them bit by bit. The whole process was very careful to ensure that the lotus leaves wrapped in the chicken would not be damaged during the process of uncovering the mud shells.

Because there is also the soup added by Feng Yifan among the lotus leaves, it is necessary to ensure that the lotus leaves are intact.

After all the mud shells were knocked off, Feng Yifan brought the washed baking tray, then opened a small mouthful of the lotus leaves wrapped around the chicken, held it in his hand and poured the soup inside the lotus leaves into the baking tray.

The moment the soup is poured out, the rich fragrance is instantly emitted.

Since it is wrapped in mud, the fragrance has not been released, so the fragrance of the soup poured out from the lotus leaves is even more fragrant than Feng Yifan's cooking in the past.

Feng Ruoruo tried hard to smell the fragrance and jumped around and said, "It smells so good, Dad, I want to eat this."

Feng Yifan said slowly: "Don't worry, let's take it step by step."

After the soup was poured out, Feng Yifan used another baking tray to put the chicken in it, cut the lotus leaves thoroughly with a knife, and showed the chicken inside.

The children saw the chicken inside and simmered it. Although the appearance was very complete, it revealed a strong fragrance.

Feng Yifan put the soup baking tray on the fire and cooked it.

Finally, a small bowl of secret base was obtained.

Next, Feng Yifan put on disposable gloves and tore the chicken in the lotus leaves with his hands, tore it into pieces of chicken, then placed it in a clean baking tray, and then poured the soup in a small bowl on it.

After everything was done, Feng Yifan smiled and said to the children: "Okay, now everyone can start eating."

The children were already impatient. When they heard that they could eat, they all wanted to reach out to get it.

However, Su Ruoxi still saw the children's thoughts and immediately distributed the prepared bowls and chopsticks to the children.

After the children got the dishes, they also started picking up the chicken with chopsticks.

At this time, Han Wenwen took off a chicken leg very decisively, and then she carefully put the chicken leg that would almost remove the bones from her bones into Feng Ruoruo's bowl.

Seeing this, Su Ruoxi smiled and said, "Wenwen, you don't have to give it to Ruoruo, you can eat it yourself."

Han Wenwen responded: "It's okay for my aunt. Ruoruo is too young. If I don't help her grab it, I will definitely be snatched away by these boys later."

Su Ruoxi could only say: "Okay, thank you Wenwen, Ruoruo, thank you Sister Wenwen quickly."

Feng Ruoruo immediately said happily: "Thank you, Sister Wenwen."

Yue Qihao was dissatisfied at this time and said, "Who said we boys would take it away? If you didn't start first, I would definitely pick it up for Ruruo."

Seeing Yue Qihao's dissatisfaction, Han Wenwen asked with a smile: "Then why didn't you just pick it up? When I saw that I picked it up, you said, "I didn't see you doing it when I didn't do it?"

Yue Qihao was speechless when he was said, and he didn't know how to answer for a moment?

It was Feng Yifan who said, "Okay, everyone is good friends, so there is no need to worry about it so much. Our Ruoru knows that his sister and brother are both very kind to her and are also good friends. Should Ruoru tell his sister and brother not to quarrel?"

Feng Ruoruo said decisively: "Yes, yes, sister Wenwen, brother Haohao, don't quarrel."

Naturally, the two children stopped quarreling and continued to eat the beloved chicken made by Feng Yifan.

However, Ning Guang has always said nothing and is eating seriously.

This chicken dish is different from the grilled fish before. It is no longer the spicy and deliciousness of the grilled fish before, but the chicken tastes very smooth. After pouring the soup for braised chicken, the chicken tastes fat but not greasy, with a hint of sweetness and sourness, which instead removes the spicy and greasy fish before.

While eating, Ning Guang couldn't help but secretly glance at Feng Yifan.

Today's picnic by the river really opened his eyes. He suddenly felt that Feng Yifan was such a chic person, and found that Feng Yifan was not only handsome in cooking on TV and videos, but even in a picnic environment by the river, he was still very chic.

Before, Ning Guang went to learn cooking with Feng Yifan to learn how to cook, but in his heart he felt that his brother was just delaying his skills.

But after this picnic today, Ning Guang was a little envious of his brother. He felt that it would be a pleasure to learn cooking with such a powerful and handsome chef. Maybe his brother could become such a powerful and handsome chef in the future.

For a moment, Ning Guang was still fantasizing about the scene of cooking by himself in his heart.

This lunch made several children very happy and thought it was very delicious, and it was better than the food they cooked at home.

This picnic made Ning Cheng see Feng Yifan's amazingness.

Even if it is not in the kitchen, Feng Yifan can still make delicious dishes in the wild.

Especially after seeing Feng Yifan's skill, Ning Cheng also understood that the gap was very huge.

Perhaps seeing some of Ning Cheng’s thoughts, Feng Yifan reached out and patted Ning Cheng and whispered: "Don’t think the gap is big. I have accumulated over ten years of hard work. You have not really started yet. Practice well. Maybe you will be better than me in the future."

Ning Cheng looked at Feng Yifan in surprise. This was the first time he had received encouragement.

After a brief moment of being stunned, Ning Cheng quickly said, "Well, Uncle Yifan, I must work hard."

Feng Yifan stretched and said, "Okay, it seems that you all had a happy meal at noon today and were very satisfied with it. This is enough, and it is not in vain that I have prepared so many things."

Feng Ruoruo raised the small spoon in his hand and shouted, "Dad is the best."

Su Ruoxi pressed her daughter's hand and said, "Okay, your father is the best, hurry up and have some delicious food."

Feng Yifan responded to his daughter with a smile: "Well, it is my father's happiest thing to receive praise from Ruoruo."

Su Ruoxi couldn't help but say, "Do you still lack people to praise? Look at your own Weibo, aren't it still a group of people giving you a thumbs up, and then so many people are praising you?"

Feng Yifan smiled and said, "That's different. Those are passers-by, and they are not as important as their daughter's praise."

As Su Ruoxi said, Feng Yifan's Weibo post received a lot of likes and praises.

Many people expressed their envy, envying Feng Yifan for being so free and at ease.

Of course, some people are a little picky about grilled fish, beggar chicken production process, and the final finished product.

I feel that making such things is somewhat incompatible with the identity of a chef like Feng Yifan.

But such a voice was soon suppressed by a praise voice.

There are also many fans who like Feng Yifan spontaneously argue with those picky people, saying that this kind of Feng Yifan dish is more real, not the kind of chef who is just showing off his skills. Instead, in any environment, the ingredients can be made delicious.

Feng Yifan had no intention of participating in some verbal wars on the Internet and did not comment on any comments.

He just wants his wife and daughter to be happy and the children to eat with satisfaction.

Of course, there is another important thing, that is, the flavor of the seasonings prepared by Feng Yifan is slowly being optimized in this process. Although it has not yet been adjusted to the final satisfaction level, optimization bit by bit is the job of a chef.

After lunch, the children played by the river for a while, and Feng Ruoruo had already started yawning.

Seeing Feng Ruoruo yawning and sleepy, Han Wenwen took out something interesting.

"Hehehe, I thought Ruoru might have to take a nap at noon, so I brought the hammock at home. There were a lot of trees here so that Ruoru could sleep under the willow trees here, and it wouldn't be hot."

When Su Ruoxi saw the hammock that Han Wenwen took out, she smiled and said, "It's not bad, Wenwen is so thoughtful."

Feng Ruoruo looked at the hammock and was still a little curious: "Mom, what is a hammock?"

Han Wenwen helped answer: "That's it. Tie these two ends on two trees so that the middle can be stretched out as a bed and can sleep on it."

Feng Ruoruo was even more curious when he heard Wenwen's sister talking and gesture.

Han Wenwen called Yue Qihao: "Haozi comes here to help. Let's tie the hammock to Ruoru. Remember to tie it firmly, don't let Ruoru fall, hurry up."

Yue Qihao could only go over to help, but Yue Qihao was obviously unfamiliar with tying a hammock, so he just tied one, and he didn't tie it tightly.

When Ning Guang saw him walking over, he took it from Yue Qihao's hand and said, "You can't do this. The rope is very long. Don't leave so many. You have to make two more circles on the tree like this. Then tie the rope first, then take it over and tie it hard to tie it on the second one. It's enough to tie it tightly."

Seeing Ning Guang taking the initiative to help, he taught Yue Qihao like a teacher.

Feng Yifan turned his head and looked at each other with his wife, and the couple laughed.

Ning Guang slowly integrated into these children. Feng Yifan and Su Ruoxi both felt that this child should slowly correct his bad habits, and he would not follow the wrong paths that Ning Cheng had taken before in the future.

Ning Cheng was naturally very happy to see his younger brother and felt that it was really good that his younger brother could integrate into the place.

Finally tied up the hammock, Feng Ruoruo ran over happily and wanted to try it out.

But after she crawled for a long time, she felt that she was always shaking and unsafe. The little girl was a little timid and didn't dare to climb up by herself, so she hugged the hammock and wandered there.

Seeing this situation, Feng Yifan walked over and said, "Come on, Dad, carry you up, lie down and try it?"

When Feng Ruoruo saw his father coming, he naturally agreed immediately: "Okay, Dad will carry me up."

When Feng Yifan carried his daughter up and asked her to lie down in the hammock, the little girl felt very interesting at first. Because the hammock was swaying, but it was quite stable, and the feeling of swaying made Feng Ruoru feel like she was sleeping on a shaking bed.

The little girl smiled happily, and then lay down obediently in the hammock.
To be continued...