Chapter 100: Let You Open a Gourmet Shop, You Open for Business at 3 AM

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Protagonist:

Lu Feng

Li Jiang walked out of the Kitchen, flour all over his hair, clothes, and pants.

"I let you go in to help out, and how did you end up like this?"

Zhao Hui Fang stood up, looking at her disheveled son, and asked with a displeased expression.

"Mom, it's not that I don't want to help, it's just that once I went in I realized Lu Feng knows how to do it, but I don't!"

Li Jiang kept patting the flour off himself and said somewhat helplessly.

"Look at you, you can't do anything except eat. Can't you learn from Xiao Feng properly? Go change your clothes right now!"

Seeing the expressions of barely suppressed laughter on the others' faces, Zhao Hui Fang felt her face grow hot, waved her hand at Li Jiang, and said irritably.

Her son was usually carefree, good for nothing, and ate everything clean.

A complete wastrel, incomparable to Lu Feng.

She and Li Tian Yong were both teachers, both educators, so how had they raised a son like this?

If Li Jiang didn't look like Li Tian Yong, Zhao Hui Fang would really suspect the Hospital had mixed them up at birth.

Still, though her son had been unambitious these years, being friends with Lu Feng was somewhat comforting to her.

Lu Feng far surpassed her headache of a son in both character and ability.

Watching Li Jiang's slow back as he headed to the Bedroom, Zhao Hui Fang sighed in her heart.

This big account looks like it's been ruined.

If not for being older, she'd really want to start a new small account with Li Tian Yong.

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After Lu Feng entered the Kitchen, he took out the items from the Food Ingredient Box one by one.

The filling for the soup dumplings had already been prepared in the Shop; all he had to do now was mix and knead the dough, roll out the wrappers, and they could be wrapped directly.

Lu Feng used flour brought from the Shop, which was different from supermarket flour.

Once opened, it gave off a rich Wheat Fragrance, and soup dumplings made with this flour would have a better Texture.

Not long after, Li Jiang followed him in and saw Lu Feng kneading dough there.

He stood beside Lu Feng watching for a while, thought it looked simple, and volunteered to try.

Lu Feng sized up his good brother with a doubtful look.

Li Jiang never did any chores at home, and Lu Feng really wasn't comfortable letting him knead dough.

But seeing Li Jiang's eager expression, he couldn't bear to discourage his enthusiasm.

After considering for a while, Lu Feng agreed to Li Jiang's Request.

However, he didn't let Li Jiang use the flour brought from the Shop, but instead used Li Jiang's own family's flour.

Fortunately, the Dough Lu Feng brought had already been kneaded.

Taking advantage of the time while the Dough Fermented, he stood beside Li Jiang watching him work, offering guidance from time to time.

Lu Feng glanced at the flour Li Jiang was using and could tell at a glance it was the more expensive kind bought from the supermarket.

This kind of flour had been finely processed and looked very white.

In traditional thinking, the whiter the flour the better the quality, but that was actually a misunderstanding.

The flour Lu Feng brought from the Shop didn't look that white because it retained the wheat's natural pigment and nutrients.

The reason supermarket flour looked so white was because bleach had been added to remove the pigment.

Although this made the wheat look whiter, it also caused the flour to lose some nutrients, and eating it would leave a faint bleach taste.

Li Jiang was being especially studious at this moment, recalling the steps Lu Feng had just taken while seriously listening to Lu Feng's guidance from Yi Pang, and began operating himself.

But although every movement Lu Feng had just made looked simple, it wasn't so simple when he did it himself.

Even just the simple act of mixing dough had problem after problem.

One moment he added too little water, and the flour wouldn't clump into shreds.

The next moment he added too much water, and the Dough became sticky, sticking all over his hands.

He just kept adding water one moment and flour the next, repeating back and forth, and the Dough in the basin kept getting bigger.

Lu Feng could still guide him a bit at first, but finally gave up.

This guy Li Jiang was simply not cut out for cooking, and he wasted quite a bit of flour.

Crucially, he wouldn't let Lu Feng intervene and insisted on doing it himself.

After finally barely managing to knead the Dough, Li Jiang impatiently wanted to try rolling out the wrappers.

Lu Feng was too lazy to tell him the dough still needed to Ferment; anyway, he had no intention of using the wrappers Li Jiang rolled out, so he let him be.

Li Jiang moved a folding table out from the corner of the Kitchen and wiped it clean with a rag.

Then he pulled a piece of Dough out of the basin, kneaded it a few times with force, and sprinkled a layer of flour on the small table.

This was what Lu Feng had just told him, to prevent sticking to the Chopping Board while rolling.

Lu Feng stood at Yi Pang, saw that this small folding table was a bit wobbly, and was about to remind Li Jiang to be gentler.

But he didn't expect Li Jiang had already flourished the Rolling Pin and pressed down hard……

The next second, the folding table collapsed directly.

"Aiyo, damn it!"

Only heard a loud bang, Li Jiang cried out miserably, and fell directly to the ground, landing flat on his face.

The flour and dough on the small table were all dumped onto him.

Lu Feng hurried forward to help Li Jiang up, looking at the mess in the kitchen and sighing silently.

"Jiangzi, why don't... you just give up."

Lu Feng looked at the disheveled Li Jiang and said to him with an extremely serious gaze.

Li Jiang looked at the dough flattened into a large pancake on the ground, then at his own flour-covered appearance, and dejectedly lowered his head.

Finally he had to give up the idea of learning from Lu Feng.

Seeing Li Jiang's performance in the kitchen today, Lu Feng's earlier idea of having him come to the shop to help him had vanished completely.

If Li Jiang were invited over, who knows how many ingredients would be wasted by then.

Even if I work alone and am a bit tired, it's still better than hiring a guy who only makes things worse.

Li Jiang looked at the floor he had messed up, felt a bit embarrassed on his face, and wanted to help Lu Feng clean up.

But Lu Feng was afraid this guy would cause more trouble, so he simply kicked him out directly.

After Li Jiang left, Lu Feng began cleaning up the kitchen floor.

There was a noise from the kitchen door, and someone walked into the kitchen.

Lu Feng looked up and saw Zhao Hui Fang walk in from outside.

Zhao Hui Fang looked at the dough on the kitchen floor and knew it was her son's "masterpiece" from just now.

"Xiao Feng, let Auntie clean it up. Xiao Jiang can't do anything and only adds trouble for you; really, you've worked hard." Zhao Hui Fang said as she snatched the broom from Lu Feng's hand.

Lu Feng smiled and shook his head, thinking it was about time, so he took out the dough and began rolling the wrappers.

After cleaning the kitchen, Zhao Hui Fang did not leave, standing to the side watching Lu Feng busy himself.

His skilled technique made even her, who had cooked for over twenty years, feel self-deprecating.

Wrapper after wrapper, almost exactly the same size, were rolled out quickly under Lu Feng's hands and neatly stacked to one side.

Zhao Hui Fang watched from the side without blinking, nodding silently in her heart.

"Xiao Feng, can you manage alone? Auntie will help you roll the wrappers." Zhao Hui Fang rolled up her sleeves and said to Lu Feng.

"No need, Auntie, I can do it alone." Lu Feng brushed the flour off his hands, smiled, and said.

After saying that, he picked up the rolled wrappers and began to focus entirely on packing the small steamed buns.

He did not dislike Li's mother's technique, but felt that doing it himself allowed him to control every detail of each step.

And after running the shop for so long, he had also grown used to the feeling of cooking himself.