When I got home at night, Feng Ruoruo had been playing all day, dancing in kindergarten, and going to dance classes, so he almost fell asleep while taking a shower.

After taking a shower, my grandmother arranged for her to go to bed. The little girl was in a daze and asked her father to tell stories.

Grandma had no choice but to call dad in.

Dad sat down beside the bed, and Feng Ruoruo immediately twisted his body and arched into his father's arms.

Then before my father started telling stories, the little girl hugged her father and started to sleep in a daze.

Seeing this, Lu Cuiling couldn't help but smile and whisper, "This little thing really likes to rely on her father more and more. She is obviously sleepy, so she keeps dozing off when taking a shower. After washing, she still insists on holding her father."

Feng Yifan slowly moved his daughter over and asked her to lie on the bed. He also slowly lay down and hugged her daughter.

"Okay, dad is holding Ruoruo to sleep."

Feng Ruoru curled up in his father's arms, a peaceful smile appeared on his little face, and soon he entered a sweet dream.

Lu Cuiling did not leave, but gently found the clothes that her granddaughter would wear tomorrow in the closet of her granddaughter's room.

This set of clothes was made by Lu Cuiling for her granddaughter by herself.

The reason was that the young granddaughter ran in Suji's kitchen and passed the menu, so the oil stains were stained on other clothes.

After finding it out, Lu Cuiling expanded it and took a closer look.

I couldn't help but see in my mind that when Feng Yifan came back, some changes that Su Ji had caused, as well as the scene of the little granddaughter gradually becoming lively, and running in and out in the kitchen every day.

"Oh, it's better to think about it before. It's really fun to pass the menu every day."

Feng Yifan heard his mother's words and said softly: "Mom, Su Ji will open soon. Ruoruo can still run in and out of Su Ji. She must be able to enter the kitchen at will."

Lu Cuiling said again: "But it's different. Su Ji has renovated it, so Ruoruo doesn't need to pass on the menu."

Feng Yifan probably understood what his mother meant.

My mother felt that Su Ji has grown bigger now, but she has lost the original family's little mood.

He slowly stood up from his daughter's bed and came to his mother and said softly: "Mom, we must look forward. I believe that our family will get better and better in the future, and Ruruo will always grow up. I want to give Ruruo a better environment to grow."

Speaking of this, Feng Yifan also looked at his sleeping daughter on the bed.

At this moment, his eyes were filled with pity for his daughter.

Lu Cuiling naturally understood her son's thoughts.

Feng Yifan is now trying to make Su Ji bigger, not just what he said, those who want to create a set of domestic restaurant standards.

He also wanted to use two restaurants to create better growth conditions for his daughter.

In the future, regardless of whether Feng Ruoruo will inherit Su Ji and Ruo Restaurant.

In any case, she will definitely be able to live carefree.

In this way, Feng Ruoruo has more choices, can do some things he likes, and has more options to choose from.

This is an important reason why Feng Yifan is now operating two restaurants together and is working so hard.

Lu Cuiling looked at her son and said, "Mom is very pleased. My son finally looks like a man and has finally grown into a good father."

Feng Yifan responded to his mother with a smile: "Mom, this is all your education."

Lu Cuiling couldn't help laughing immediately, and almost laughed out loud, so she had to cover her mouth quickly.

Then she suppressed her laughter and said to her son in a deep voice: "Boy, it's getting sweeter, hurry up and don't disturb Ruoru to sleep."

The mother and son quickly left Feng Ruoruo's room.

After walking out of Feng Ruoruo's room, Lu Cuiling said: "You, don't say sweet words to me, talk to your wife and daughter more. In short, don't work too hard, it's really not possible. As for me and your dad, our vegetable base income can make Ruoru live carefree."

Feng Yifan smiled and said, "Okay, thank you mom for your support. I will definitely let Ruoruoduo be filial to you and dad in the future."

Lu Cuiling laughed when she heard this: "Boy, I just praised you and started to be poor. Go to bed quickly. Don't you have a lot of things to do tomorrow?"

Feng Yifan also said: "Okay, mom, you should also take a break early."

After saying that, Feng Yifan went back to his room.

In the room, Su Ruoxi did not sleep, but sat on the bed, obviously waiting for Feng Yifan.

Feng Yifan went to bed, reached out and gently hugged his wife and asked, "What's wrong? It's so late, don't you sleep? Ruoruo is already asleep."

Su Ruoxi looked at her husband and suddenly asked softly: "Are you nervous?"

Feng Yifan was immediately different when asked like this.

"Ah? Why did you suddenly ask this?"

Su Ruoxi reached out to her husband and curled up in her husband's arms and whispered: "I just thought that Su Ji will open tomorrow. Then the more I thought about it, the more I felt a little nervous. So many people were so expecting Su Ji. There were so many people coming tomorrow. I really became more nervous."

Feng Yifan hugged his wife and comforted her softly: "Okay, don't be nervous, isn't I still there?"

Su Ruoxi gently laid her head on her husband's chest and said, "But I am still worried about you. You said you have gained such a high popularity now. If you don't talk about your Weibo online, I follow many people on Weibo. Every day, many people will send private messages to me and ask various things."

Feng Yifan immediately said: "Oh, you don't have to pay attention to those things. If you don't like them, you can not check them out, or we can ask someone to help operate them."

Su Ruoxi said seriously: "Bad, those people follow my Weibo and will send me private messages. It's all because of you. They all support you, so I can't ignore them. I want to help you win over those who support you."

Feng Yifan understood his wife's thoughts, and his wife hoped to help him in other aspects.

That's why my wife spends some time reading things on Weibo, and even reading private messages one by one.

Because Su Ruoxi feels that those who follow and send private messages on Weibo will support her husband. She hopes to help her husband win over those people. If her husband encounters some criticism, then these people can help her husband.

Feng Yifan whispered to his wife: "You, don't be nervous, you have to have confidence in your husband."

Su Ruoxi raised her head and pouted in her husband's arms like a little girl, "Of course I have confidence."

When Feng Yifan saw his wife's appearance, he couldn't help but kiss her in a low voice.

"That's right, since you have confidence in me, what are you still nervous and worried about? We will open tomorrow, just like before. We only need to manage it well like Su Ji in the past, and there will be no problems."

Su Ruoxi couldn't help but say, "But now is different from before."

Feng Yifan heard the tone of his wife's little girl and asked with a smile: "What's the difference? Baby."

Su Ruoxi was a little blushed when she was screaming by her husband's "baby".

"Can you speak well?"

"Okay, baby, what do you say, I'll listen."

"Oh, you, what's wrong with you? I suddenly called someone baby."

"You are my baby, you are my big baby, and Ruoruo is our little baby."

"Really, I don't know what to say when you call me like that."

"Okay, baby, I don't say anything."

Su Ruoxi adapted for a moment and finally told the difference.

"In the past, Su Ji was just a small restaurant that did business around our ancient street. At that time, both you and my dad basically cooked some home-cooked dishes, which were very common.

But now it’s different. Your reputation is so great now. People on the Internet have begun to call you “Cook God”. And if the restaurant is also the first, I think everyone’s expectations for Su Ji are a bit too high, so I’m worried and nervous.”

After hearing his wife's words, Feng Yifan also understood his worries and nervousness.

Indeed, from the current surface situation alone, Su Ji's opening was full of expectations, and everyone was looking forward to it.

Coupled with the previous publicity and hype, it will really be like a huge stone pressing on it.

If this kind of invisible pressure is replaced by someone else.

Even top chefs like Zhuang Daozhong and Shi Jinbin, who are famous, may feel more or less stressed and nervous.

Not to mention Su Ruoxi, it is normal for her to be so nervous now.

But for Feng Yifan, he actually didn't feel nervous.

I have seen strong winds and waves, and such a little situation is a small scene in front of him.

What's more, no matter what, there is support from his family, so he can be said to be fearless and ready to let everyone re-recognize Su Ji.

So Feng Yifan comforted his wife softly: "Don't worry, wife, we will definitely open a good business, and it will be smooth sailing in the future. Although no one in the kitchen can enrich the menu now, I believe my menu is enough.

What's more, wife, you should have confidence in your dad, grandpa, and the things that Su Ji's ancestors passed down.

Think about it, since grandpa and dad were able to cook home-cooked dishes so well and gain so many recognitions, it is enough to show that home-cooked dishes are not as simple as they appear, so our Su Ji has always been very skilled."

Listening to her husband's comfort, Su Ruoxi was no longer so nervous.

"I believe that grandpa and dad are really good chefs, and you are even better than them. I believe my husband will definitely be stronger."

Feng Yifan gently tapped the tip of his wife's nose, leaned close to his wife's ear and whispered softly: "Of course your husband is very strong."

Hearing the husband's round of whispers, especially the husband blew a lightly breath behind him.

Su Ruoxi's cheeks flushed in an instant, and her breathing began to become rapid.

Then she hugged her husband tightly, raised her head, and looked at her husband with affectionate eyes.

Facing his wife's face was like a peach blossom, her eyes were already blurred.

Let’s look at my wife’s beautiful and erotic lips.
To be continued...