After washing the dishes, Lu Cuiling, who walked out of the kitchen, looked at her watch immediately. Seeing that it was almost four o'clock, she immediately said excitedly: "Oh, let's go quickly and go to the kindergarten to pick up our little baby Ruoruo."

Feng Yifan smiled and said to his wife: "Since parents are here today, then you can take them to pick up Ruoruo. I will accompany my dad to guard the store."

Su Ruoxi hesitated for a moment when she heard this, but before she could speak, she was already pulled by her mother-in-law.

Lu Cuiling pulled her daughter-in-law and said, "Okay, let's do as Yifan said. Let's pick up Ruoruo baby together. I really miss our Ruoruo baby."

Su Ruoxi thought for a while and asked her husband: "Is it okay if you and your dad?"

Feng Yifan smiled and said, "What's wrong with this? At worst, I can close the door first and push my dad to the kitchen together. Can dad give me some guidance."

When his son heard that he wanted his father-in-law to go to the kitchen to provide guidance, Lu Cuiling remembered the fact that his daughter-in-law and aunt were coming to have a meal.

"By the way, son, Su Lanxin said she was coming for dinner. Are you really going to entertain her? I think she will definitely make things difficult for you on purpose. Are you sure you really have no problem?"

Feng Yifan said confidently: "It's okay, let her come. If I really make things difficult for you, I won't serve you."

Hearing his son's words, Lu Cuiling smiled and nodded: "Yes, my mother likes this, she deliberately makes things difficult for her, so she won't serve her. You don't rely on her Su Lanxin to live a meal. Mom comes forward to help you drive her out."

Feng Yifan has experienced his mother's toughness in his past and present lives, so he must have enough to face Su Lanxin.

"Thank you, mom, I won't be embarrassed by your son."

Lu Cuiling finally nodded with satisfaction, then looked at Zhong again, and quickly urged her daughter-in-law and her husband to go out: "Oh, hurry up, our little baby kindergarten is about to finish school."

Su Jinrong, who was in the wheelchair, watched his daughter go out with her in-laws, and did not forget to shout hard: "Be careful."

After Feng Yifan waited for his parents and his wife to leave, he thought about it and came to his father-in-law and started talking to him very seriously.

"Dad, my aunt is here this time. She must be trying to test my strength. I have been abroad for many years and I have not given up on all the things in our family. I am sure of those famous dishes, but I am not very sure about them."

Su Jinrong looked at his son-in-law, and looked very serious, and asked in a deep voice: "What?"

Feng Yifan answered truthfully: "The most representative 'Wensi Tofu' in our family."

Su Jinrong asked seriously: "How big is there, how big is it?"

The reason why Feng Yifan was not sure about Wensi Tofu was naturally not because he stayed abroad for a long time, but because the special dish itself was not something that could be made in a short time by rebirth.

The focus of Wensi Tofu is not only on the soup mix, but also on the amazing knife skills.

The key is that Wensi tofu requires a special knife technique to cut tofu, otherwise it would be impossible for tender tofu to be cut into a knife as thin as a cow's hair.

And that kind of special knife skills cannot be achieved by memory alone. It requires a relatively long period of training to achieve a muscle memory so that it can be truly used freely.

Feng Yifan, who had never cut this in his hand for many years in his previous life, could not be able to do this in a short time even if he knew the key points and skills.

Su Jinrong looked at his son-in-law and thought that he had been abroad for five years, and probably never practiced the knife skills of Wensi Tofu in five years. So he could understand his son-in-law's concerns about this dish.

Su Jinrong hesitated for a moment and asked, "Are you sure she can order?"

Feng Yifan said with certainty: "Yes, with my aunt's personality, since she said she was coming to have a meal, it was definitely not as simple as eating. My aunt clearly checked that there must be the dish 'Wensi Tofu' in the dishes of Chef Su Ji."

Su Jinrong also understood that the son-in-law was right. Before he had a stroke, his sister ordered this dish when she brought someone to the door for the first time.

That time, Su Jinrong lost, and then he was furious and suffered a stroke.

But that time Su Jinrong did not lose in terms of knife skills. With his years of immersed in the knife skills, the chef Su Lanxin brought was not enough to beat him in terms of knife skills. That time, he lost in terms of soup and seasoning.

Many people know about Wensi Tofu, and most of them will be amazed at the knife technique of cutting the tofu into thin strips.

Even in some restaurants, shredded tofu is used as a performance.

But in fact, Wensi tofu is a soup dish, so as a dish, its most outstanding thing should be the taste of the soup, which is a perfect fusion with tofu shredded mushrooms and green vegetables.

The key to good Wensi tofu is not to be the tofu shredded tofu like an ink and wash scroll, but to complement the taste of the whole dish.

The artistic conception shown by the "color, shape, and meaning" of a dish is indeed important, but if a dish has no "scent" and "taste", then it cannot be called a dish.

Therefore, the show off in cooking may attract attention, but if you want to truly retain customers, you still have to return to "taste".

Su Jinrong lost before, because he was too pursuing showing off skills and ignoring the harmony and balance of taste.

Therefore, although Su Jinrong was angry by his sister's words, there was also a part of him hating himself and not being able to truly inherit the essence of Su Ji dishes from his father.

Although Su Jinrong has relaxed his mind these days, this does not mean that he will give up easily, completely forgive his sister, and even give in to the old plaque.

On the contrary, in Su Jinrong's heart, he was even more determined to guard the old plaque of Su Ji.

Thinking of this, Su Jinrong thought carefully and said, "Xingyi comes from, taste comes first."

Feng Yifan heard what his father-in-law said, and at first he didn't understand it very well, but after careful consideration, he gradually understood what his father-in-law meant.

Form and meaning only need to be done.

And what is more important is the taste.

After understanding this, Feng Yifan bent down and smiled and said to his father-in-law: "Dad, why don't we go in? I'll make soup, can you help me taste the flavor?"

Su Jinrong looked at his son-in-law, and nodded with recognition when he showed a smile in his eyebrows.

Feng Yifan closed the second door of the restaurant, and a sign of suspension was hung at the door, but he did not specifically lock the door. He just told some people next door to help take a look.

Then he returned to the restaurant, pushed his father-in-law into the kitchen, took out all the seasonings, and prepared a few soups.

Then under the witness of his father-in-law, Feng Yifan tried over and over again to mix the soup, so as to make an excellent taste.

Made again and again, try the taste with my father-in-law again and again.

At this moment, the father-in-law and son-in-law almost fell into a kind of madness, a crazy pursuit of the ultimate taste, trying again and again just to find the balance point of that taste.

It is not the ultimate taste, nor is it an unusually prominent taste.

It should be a kind of freshness that is revealed in smoothness, a kind of beauty that can be presented in simplicity.

Only in this way can the soup in the mix complement the simplest tofu shreds, and jointly write a song of the song "color, fragrance, taste, meaning and form" that makes people return to the taste of the dish itself, rather than simply appreciating the gorgeous knife skills.
Chapter completed!