Feng Yifan stood beside him, looking at his wife as if she was a child who had learned to write for the first time. He was very careful to inject the milk from the small pot into the base of the egg tart with the diced pulp.

Every time, Su Ruoxi was very careful and stared at the amount of milk poured in with a serious look on her face.

I will compare the appearance next to it to ensure that the amount of milk poured into each egg tart crust must be basically in a consistent position.

That kind of eyes that are in abrupt and very slow with both hands makes it look like a serious and good baby.

It was the first time that Su Jinrong, who was sitting in a wheelchair, saw his daughter doing things so seriously.

Su Jinrong suddenly thought to himself: Did he make the same mistake as his father before and did not let his daughter go to the kitchen to study?

At this moment, Su Ruoxi's serious and delicate actions made Su Jinrong feel that perhaps his daughter also has the talent for cooking.

Finally, all the egg tart crusts were injected into milk. Su Ruoxi breathed a sigh of relief, put down the small iron pot on her hand, feeling a little stiff and numb on her arms, and shook her hands hard.

Seeing this scene, Feng Yifan held his wife's hands with both hands and gently rubbed his hands.

"Soak it in warm water for a while. The first time I do these, I will definitely feel a little uncomfortable."

Su Ruoxi originally wanted to pull her hands back, but she found that her husband was rubbing her palms and finger joints. Her gentle movements made her feel very comfortable, so she didn't pull her hands back.

After letting her husband rub it for a while, Su Ruoxi looked at the egg tart infused with milk and said, "Is that OK?"

Feng Yifan shook his head and said, "Of course it's not possible. It needs to be baked. Of course, it needs a little processing for beauty."

Su Ruoxi immediately pulled her hand back, then pushed her husband and said, "Then why don't you hurry up? Don't waste time, hurry up and send it to your daughter."

Feng Yifan asked with a smile: "Don't my mother go to give it to her daughter in person today?"

Su Ruoxi was stunned for a moment, and felt that she could indeed give it to her. Besides, the egg tart she baked for her daughter today, and giving it to her by herself would definitely surprise her daughter.

But then he thought about it, Su Ruoxi felt that she could not give it to her by herself. What if her daughter and children felt it was not delicious?

Su Ruoxi immediately shook her head and said, "I won't go to send it to her. You can send it to her daughter. It's worth telling her that I made this for her today."

Feng Yifan asked strangely after hearing this, "Why?"

Su Ruoxi said seriously: "What if your daughter and kindergarten children think it's not delicious? Besides, this is what you want to make, and it's your command to make it, so it's your problem if you don't taste delicious. I won't take this responsibility for you."

Feng Yifan was so amused and laughed when his wife said something. Unexpectedly, his wife's ability to turn the blame was really amazing.

Feng Yifan continued: "What are you afraid of? You do it completely according to my recipe, so there will definitely be no problems. And my daughter knows that it was made by you by herself, so she will definitely say it is delicious."

Su Ruoxi continued with a serious look on her face: "Yes, my daughter knows that it was me who would definitely say it tastes delicious. In this way, I don't know if it is really delicious, so I want you to send it to you and let my daughter tell the truth to her kindergarten children."

Seeing his wife's disconfidence look, Feng Yifan smiled and comforted: "Don't worry, your daughter and children will definitely think you are doing a good job."

Su Ruoxi still insisted on letting Feng Yifan go to see him off. Seeing that his wife was acting like a little, Feng Yifan had to nod and agree.

Then, Feng Yifan took out some cherries from the refrigerator, carefully sliced ​​some cherry slices with a knife, and decorated them on the milk in the egg tart.

This makes this egg tart filled with double-skin milk look even more beautiful.

Su Ruoxi, who was standing next to her, looked at her eyes and shining.

The last step is of course putting it in the oven and baking.

Feng Yifan put the baking tray into the oven, adjusted the temperature, and then began to clean up the cooking table, organize and clean the various things, and the baking time was almost done.

When the oven is turned on, the cookies are sweet and fragrant in an instant, and the milky aroma of mixed milk floats out and spreads throughout the kitchen.

There is also a hint of fruity aroma in the cookies and milk. It really makes you feel very tempting when you smell it.

Su Ruoxi was even more nervous at this time, worried that she would not do well, so she kept paying close attention to the baking tray her husband took out of the oven.

The baking tray was placed on the cooking table, and Feng Yifan smiled and said, "It's very good, the finished product is perfect. It seems that my wife is still very talented."

When Su Ruoxi heard this, she quickly went to the baking tray. When she looked down, she saw a few brown egg tarts, white and tender milk, decorated with red bits of red, which really looked very beautiful.

Seeing such success, Su Ruoxi felt a little proud in her heart. She raised her chin to her husband and said, "Hmph, now I know, it's not only you who can do it."

While saying that, Su Ruoxi stretched out her hand and planned to take out one and taste it.

But Feng Yifan grabbed her hand and said seriously: "Be careful, it's hot. I just said it once yesterday. Why didn't you teach me a lesson? Put it here and wait until it's cold before eating."

Su Ruoxi then thought of a question: "How do you send this to your daughter? Will it be crushed with our lunch box?"

Feng Yifan nodded and said, "Well, it will be broken with our ordinary lunch boxes, but I have prepared them for a long time and guaranteed that they will not be broken."

As he said that, Feng Yifan found a few boxes pressed into pieces of paper from some things he bought this morning.

After some plastic surgery from his hands, the paper pieces were turned into shallow small paper boxes, which could place about six egg tarts inside.

Su Ruoxi was a little surprised: "So you have prepared everything?"

Feng Yifan responded with a smile: "Of course, is your husband very smart?"

Su Ruoxi curled her lips: "Stop being proud."

Then, the egg tart was placed next to the cooking table and allowed to cool down, while Feng Yifan continued to prepare various ingredients.

Preparing ingredients in restaurants is a very important thing. For example, stocks and various fresh vegetables must be prepared in advance.

Whether the dishes delivered in the restaurant's kitchen can be efficient and exquisite depends on whether the ingredients are prepared in advance. As long as the preparation work is sufficient, we can ensure that the cooking in the business can be easily done.

Su Ruoxi watched her husband busy and smelled the fragrance of egg tarts in the baking tray. She couldn't help but take a look at her for a few times, and even couldn't help swallowing her saliva.

After staying for a while, Su Ruoxi finally couldn't stand it and pushed her father away from the kitchen and said, "It's getting late, you can work in the kitchen. I'll go to the front to open the store door."

Feng Yifan also came to his senses while busy and responded: "Oh, okay, can you be alone?"

Su Ruoxi said seriously: "Of course, you can do your kitchen work well."

Watching his wife push her father-in-law away, Feng Yifan continued to be busy in the kitchen, needing to clean vegetables and some meat for primary processing. Of course, the most important thing is to boil several pots of soup.

All of this is something that needs to be done every day in a small restaurant like Su Ji. The daily repetition may be boring, but this is the daily life of a small restaurant.

For Feng Yifan, in such a busy life, he felt very comfortable, which was more real than the life of being held by stars in his previous life.
Chapter completed!