Chapter 316 Reconcile the Relationship

Afternoon is a time when many people can have leisure and rest.

Like the old people sitting around Su Ji.

Taste a cup of tea, taste a snack, talk about the past, and recall a period of glory.

When talking about the past, the old people always have a lot to say, which sounds like a story to the young people, but to the old people, every story is their experience.

While chatting, Liu Wanhua said something: "Jin Rong, I still remember that your earliest apprentice was Mao Sheng's son, right?"

When this matter was mentioned, the atmosphere suddenly changed a little bit.

Su Jinrong nodded in response, while looking at Zhang Maosheng.

Zhang Maosheng, who had had a little wine at noon, had a ruddy complexion at the moment. He was a little bit drunk at first, but when Liu Wanhua mentioned this matter, he sobered up almost instantly.

After a moment of silence, Zhang Maosheng said, "That bastard, don't mention it."

Perhaps only Liu Wanhua said about this matter, so that Zhang Maosheng would not be angry on the spot, or even turn his face.

Hearing Zhang Maosheng's words, Liu Wanhua went on to say: "Maosheng, some things cannot be avoided, you have to face them and find a way to solve the problem."

Zhang Maosheng's face gradually turned redder, and it was obvious that he wanted to get angry a little bit.

Su Jinrong suddenly said, "Xiao Zhang, that's right, he learned his skills and became the head chef in Fujing Building."

Hearing this, Zhang Maosheng understood that he couldn't avoid this topic, and said decisively: "He's not a bad guy, he's been up to the sky after learning something, he's fine now, he's kicked out by Fujinglou myself."

Speaking of this, Zhang Maosheng finally couldn't suppress the anger in his heart, and spoke out what he had been holding back for some years.

"At the beginning, he was asked to study hard with Lao Su, but he was lucky enough to spend all day doing foreign work. After learning for a long time, he gave up and turned against me, and went to find his mother.

The results of it? When I went to live under the fence, I felt uncomfortable, so I ran out to learn art from a teacher again.

If he hadn't learned a solid foundation from Lao Su, would he have had the opportunity to become a teacher again? Can he be spotted by the chef of a big restaurant? "

hear this,

Su Jinrong waved his hand: "It's his, the opportunity, he paid and worked hard."

Zhang Maosheng went on to say: "He has learned something and is not convinced. He came back and challenged me. If he wants to compare a bowl of noodles with me, he will reprimand him."

Hearing this, Liu Wanhua said in a deep voice, "Maosheng, just talk as you say, don't always be 'I'."

Zhang Maosheng immediately restrained himself: "I'm not a professional cook. If I lose, that's fine. I'll move out and give him the house. Can I live without him? Am I living well now?"

Lu Cuiling also heard some related things from her son, and now she heard Zhang Maosheng say it again, and she also felt that the father and son were actually quite alike.

"Old Zhang, don't you think that your son actually has a similar temper to yours?"

Zhang Maosheng was taken aback when he heard this.

Liu Wanhua said: "They are very similar, a pair of stubborn bulls."

Zhang Maosheng didn't care too much: "Anyway, he's kicked out of Fujinglou now. I think this is what he deserves. If he learns something, he will be embarrassed, and he won't study hard when he becomes a chef."

Su Jinrong said: "Fenglin is off the beaten track. He has learned to be a good fish, so he has to make use of his strengths."

Tang Zhuochen asked a little strangely: "Old Su, you said that Lao Zhang's son learned to grow fish, what is that?"

Zhang Maosheng immediately said: "He went to other places to apprentice, and later he was spotted by a chef who went out from our side, so he learned how to cook long fish from him, which is the famous long fish banquet in Huai City."

Tang Zhuochen was a little surprised when he heard this: "Old Zhang, then this is a great skill, you can go anywhere."

Zhang Maosheng said with a stern face: "But he obviously learned how to cook long fish, but in the end he threw away all that in order to become a chef, and stayed in Fujing Building to do something irrelevant."

From Zhang Maosheng's words, it can still be heard that he is very dissatisfied with his son.

But if you taste him carefully, it is not difficult to find that the old man still cares about his son.

Otherwise, how would he know what his son learned from his teacher after he went to other places?

How would he know that after his son became a chef, he left behind what he was best at?

So although he spoke fiercely, it was obvious that Zhang Maosheng had always paid attention to his son and understood his every move, which showed a father's concern for his son.

Su Jinrong said: "If you don't practice your skills, you will regress."

Zhang Maosheng agreed: "Yes, that kid is probably not even good at killing fish now."

As soon as the words fell, Feng Yifan's voice sounded: "Uncle Zhang, it's been so many years, in fact, the matter between you and senior brother should be let go or let go."

Hearing the words, Zhang Maosheng raised his head to look at Feng Yifan, and said in a daze, "You called him 'senior brother' just now? So you have met him?"

Feng Yifan didn't hide it either: "I ran into it many times in the farmers' market."

Zhang Maosheng went on to say: "How is that kid doing now? Still so arrogant? Is his nostrils upturned?"

Needless to say, Feng Yifan couldn't help feeling quite impressive when Zhang Maosheng said this. When he met Zhang Fenglin for the first time, his nostrils were really turned upside down, and there was such arrogance all over his body.

Perhaps Zhang Fenglin was indeed at the pinnacle of his life at that time, and was the head chef of the most famous restaurant in Huaicheng.

When walking in the vegetable market, all the stall owners need to be respectful, maybe he is also like that when he is in the back kitchen, it has become a habit.

So in the next few encounters, even though he was no longer in Fujinglou, in fact, Zhang Fenglin still revealed such arrogance.

Of course, Zhang Fenglin really restrained himself a lot the most recently.

Maybe it's because his current restaurant is not very well managed, which made him realize that he is no longer the head chef who used to be so famous.

Seeing Feng Yifan's silence, Zhang Maosheng sneered and said, "It seems that I have hit the mark?"

Feng Yifan was a little helpless, not knowing how to continue talking.

It was Liu Wanhua who helped smooth things over: "After all, he used to be the head chef of Fujinglou, so it's normal to be a little bit arrogant. You father, don't always look at people with colored glasses."

Zhang Maosheng curled his lips and said, "What about now? Haven't you been kicked out? This is the end of pride."

Lu Cuiling followed suit and said, "Old Zhang, if you say that, can I also say Yifan? I have been abroad for so many years without any achievements, and I have to return to Suji in the end. How can I be ashamed?"

Feng Yifan couldn't laugh or cry when he heard his mother's words.

Zhang Maosheng quickly said: "Yifan is different. Yifan hasn't abandoned his job as a chef, and his craftsmanship has not been lost. The dishes are still so good, and all the processes are done by himself."

Feng Yifan added with a smile: "It's not like I don't have

Manpower? "

Before Zhang Maosheng could open his mouth, Feng Yifan said again: "Although Suji is a time-honored brand, it has always been cooking small dishes in private kitchens. It can't compare to the volume in big hotels. The head chef there really can't do it alone."

Hearing this, Zhang Maosheng suddenly realized the taste, and seemed to understand why today's topic was extended to himself and his son.

"Yifan, tell me the truth, is that kid Zhang Fenglin looking for you? He wants you to say something nice to him, and then he wants to get back together with me? You want to restore fatherly kindness, filial piety, and family harmony, right?"

Seeing that Zhang Maosheng understood, Feng Yifan smiled and said, "Uncle Zhang, it's been so many years and my dad doesn't mind anymore, can you forgive him too?"

Zhang Maosheng said directly: "Do you want me to forgive him? There is no way, it is impossible now, I am down and out, and I remembered me, what's the matter? Do you want me to come to the door to apologize to him?"

Hearing what Zhang Maosheng said, the old people present naturally followed the taste.

It's not that the old man is unwilling to forgive his son, it's just that he wants his son to come to apologize and give the old man a step down.

Several old people understood and winked at each other.

Lu Cuiling said directly: "If you make a mistake, you should admit it. If you want to be forgiven, you must show enough sincerity. What's more, if your son made a mistake, you must take the initiative to admit it."

In fact, Feng Yifan could hear what Zhang Maosheng meant without his mother reminding him, but he still pretended to be stunned.

Liu Wanhua said again: "Okay, okay, I'm to blame for this matter today, I shouldn't mention it, let's put it aside for now, let the father and son solve the matter by themselves."

Speaking of this, Liu Wanhua picked up the pastries on the table: "Let's eat Yifan's pastries."

Feng Yifan smiled, and quickly served another small dish: "Uncle Zhang, don't get angry, come and have some snacks and drink tea."

Zhang Maosheng had a sullen face on the surface, but he still stretched out his hand to the pastry on the plate without disappointment.

After serving the cakes, Feng Yifan turned around and went back to the back kitchen.

Su Ruoxi is in the back kitchen at this time, making desserts according to the method her husband said, so that her daughter can eat delicious desserts when she comes back from kindergarten.

Seeing her husband came back, Su Ruoxi put down her things and said, "Look, is this okay?"

Feng Yifan came to his senses, walked to his wife's side, looked at the modeling made by his wife, and said with a smile: "Yes, my wife did a great job. I didn't expect my wife to be really talented."

Su Ruoxi received her husband's compliment, and immediately raised her chin proudly: "Of course, I'm amazing."

Feng Yifan stretched out his hand, held his wife's hand, and continued to make some fine adjustments.

Makes the shape of the dessert better.

When her husband put the dessert in the oven, Su Ruoxi asked curiously, "What were you doing outside just now? How did you go there for so long? I seem to have heard that Uncle Zhang got angry?"

Feng Yifan smiled and replied: "It's nothing, isn't it just about Uncle Zhang and Zhang Fenglin and his son?"

Su Ruoxi thought for a while and said, "I think Zhang Fenglin needs to come and apologize to Uncle Zhang for this matter. He obviously did something wrong."

Feng Yifan nodded: "It is true that he should be asked to apologize. I will talk to him later on."

Su Ruoxi then asked: "You are so caring, do you want him to participate in the cooking competition of your aunt?"

Feng Yifan said with a smile: "I think he knows, and he will definitely go. Besides, I heard from my father that he has learned the long fish banquet, so he should also participate. Maybe he can turn over immediately."

Su Ruoxi thought for a while and asked: "Then if he turns over, maybe he will be the same as before?"

Feng Yifan smiled slightly: "That's not something we can manage. I always think that those who are capable should be a little proud, but we must grasp that degree."

Su Ruoxi looked at her husband and asked, "Are you also quite proud in your heart?"

Feng Yifan nodded: "I must be proud, my cooking is really good, and I have such a good wife, and such a well-behaved daughter, I am very proud."

Su Ruoxi became happy, and said to her husband coquettishly: "You just have to sneer."

The couple slowly approached, their lips were almost touching, when they suddenly heard a sound from the oven.

Then the couple hurried to the oven.

Opened the oven, took out the contents, and found that the surface of the baked bread was burnt, and the top had burst directly.

Seeing this situation, Su Ruoxi immediately said angrily, "Look, it's all your fault, did you bake this? Look, it's all exploded, how can you feed Ruoruo?"

Feng Yifan also looked helpless, and then he glanced at the temperature of the oven, and suddenly became even more helpless.

"You set the temperature too high."

Su Ruoxi came back to her senses in an instant, and looked at the temperature of the oven, and sure enough, the temperature was set too high.

Seeing this scene, Su Ruoxi was also a little embarrassed.

After thinking about it, she pouted again and said, "It's still your fault. You said you were chatting with the old people outside and didn't care about me. If you came in earlier and checked for me, wouldn't there be mistakes? "

Seeing his wife's "argumentative" appearance, Feng Yifan couldn't help but be amused.

Suddenly found that the wife at this moment is really cute.

It's not like the quiet and gentle look when greeting guests in a restaurant. Nor is it the gentle motherly appearance shown in front of Ruoruo. Not to mention the maturity and stability shown in front of parents.

At this moment, Su Ruoxi was like a little girl, she would use some forceful words to make her husband admit his mistake.

Feng Yifan embraced his wife's waist, smiled and said, "Okay, it's all my fault, how could my wife be wrong? Then shall we do it again?"

Su Ruoxi nodded immediately: "Of course I will, otherwise what will Ruoruo eat when she comes back?"

Feng Yifan first went to clean the baking tray and the mold in the baking tray.

Here, Su Ruoxi carefully carried out the pre-production of desserts according to the ratio table. Every step was very strict, following the fixed amount, and all had to go through a small electronic scale.

After a lot of hard work, I finally finished preparing the batter for baking cakes again.

This time Feng Yifan adjusted the temperature of the oven and helped his wife preheat it.

Afterwards, he walked behind his wife, reached out and put his wife in his arms, held his wife's hand, and then took his wife hand in hand to do it together. Pour the batter into the mold and smooth the mouth of the mold.

After all the batter was poured, Feng Yifan put the cake made by his wife into the oven with his own hands.

Su Ruoxi waited for her husband to press the button and turned around, and immediately said: "If it burns again this time, it will be your responsibility, and you did it all."

Seeing his wife acting like a fool, Feng Yifan laughed and nodded: "Okay, if it goes wrong, it's all my responsibility, let's go."