Godly Stay-Home Dad

Flour is actually classified, for example, high-gluten noodles, low-gluten noodles, and medium-gluten noodles.

Some are suitable for making dumplings, buns, some are suitable for making bread, some are suitable for making noodles, and are classified according to the degree of gluten. Of course, there are also some such as snow powder, dumpling powder, bread flour and so on.

There are many types of flour, but the flour processed from Xinyueshan is omnipotent.

Zhang Han can control the flour's tendency according to the amount of water injection. He wants to do whatever he wants, and the taste of the noodle itself is very fragrant. The food made can be said to be unquestionable.

"Hey, me, what am I doing?" Meng Meng looked around and screamed, and didn't know what she was going to do.

"Meng Meng put these small dough into a flat round shape." Zhang Han pointed at the small dough.

"Oh." Meng Meng was very clever and extended her hand and pressed it down: "Is that so? Oh, you can't get it! What to do."

When the cute little hand pressed down, the small dough was directly glued to the small palm, Meng Meng raised his hand, and he looked at his own eyes, but he couldn’t keep going.

"Ha ha ha...."

Zhang Han’s hearty smile, this scene seems to have met, as if he was young, there have been such scenes.

"Come, Dad will help you get it down." Zhang Han smashed the dough of the cute little palm, put some dry flour on his hand and said: "When you rub some flour, you won't stick your hands. test."

"Hey.... Is this the case?" Meng Meng succeeded in flattening a small dough, then the little princess looked up and looked at Zhang Han and said, "Hey, how about Meng Meng?"

"Well..." Zhang Han sank, carefully looked at the small dough and said: "It's so good, it's so cute, it's really flat."

"Giggle..." Meng Meng smiled happily and kept pressing small doughs, feeling fun and fun.

"Hey, look at this, round, oh, look, so flat and flat, oh..."

Zhang Han looked at this scene, while the corner of his mouth leaked a happy smile, and there was some disappointment in the depths of his eyes.

At the beginning of his father, he finally knows the mood of his childhood father.

At that time, I pressed the dough. My father also looked at himself with his soft eyes. The family was very happy to make dumplings. The children were happy and happy. As a father, they were happy and satisfied.

‘I don’t know what my parents are doing now...’

‘After a year, no matter where you are, no matter what trouble you have, your son will pick you up. ’

‘Family reunion, let you have a look at your lovely granddaughter...’

Zhang Han heart sighed softly.

Of course, he is also anxious about his parents' affairs. However, Zhang Han does not write this emotion on his face, but is buried in his heart. This is still the same as the purple.

Meng Meng's small dough is not fast. Every time she presses one, Zhang Han will pick up the dough in two seconds. In two seconds, the dumplings will be wrapped, and the dumplings will be round and full, like a gold. Ingots.

This can't help but make Meng Meng a little anxious. She speeded up and whispered a small mouth and said:

"Oh, why are you slowing down..."

"Well, my father is slower, or will Dad press with you?"

"No, I, I press..."

In the time when Zhang Han and Meng Meng interacted, the dumplings were wrapped, because the main thing was to make Meng Meng, so the dumplings were very delicate and smaller than normal.

Zhang Han took the panel back to the kitchen. At this time, the water also boiled. Put the dumplings in boiling water and start cooking.

At this time, Zhang Han cut the garlic cloves into minced garlic, put them in a bowl, add soy sauce, and put vinegar bottles, sesame oil and chili oil on the side.

Zhang Han used two small dishes to adjust the dip, and soon the dumplings were placed in the net basin. Zhang Han Sheng took two dishes to the table.

"Meng Meng, we should have dinner." Zhang Han waved at the sprout on the sofa.

"Come on, eat dinner..." Meng Meng ran very happy.

"boss......."

Liang Mengqi just opened, Zhang Han directly interrupted: "Go directly to get it, don't ask in the future, I will leave some for you to cook."

"Hey, boss, you are so kind, love you." Liang Mengqi heard the words radiant, even in the face of everyone said a rather awkward words, after the completion of Liang Mengqi's small face slightly red, the heart beat frequency Some speed up.

Yu Qingqing looked at Liang Mengqi with a strange look. Zhao Dahu smiled deeply.

And Zhao Feng is a slight glimpse, a heart move:

She likes the boss?

Zhao Feng sighed in his heart, got up and followed, and prepared to eat a plate of dumplings. The boss made the meal very fragrant, and of course he did not want to let go of any food.

In the face of Liang Mengqi's words, Zhang Han didn't have any look. Meng Meng was a little unhappy. She picked up her small mouth and said, "No, you can't love me, I, I, and Ma Ma."

Meng Meng has already planned not to be good with Miss Sister. Although she played with her for a few times, it would not work. The little princess has a strong desire for jealousy, but it is quite strong.

Liang Mengqi heard the words and spit out his tongue and said with a smile: "My sister is joking."

"Hey." Meng Meng snorted and ignored her.

Liang Mengqi didn't mind, and put a plate of dumplings back to the table.

"Hey? Qingqing, why don't you go to get dumplings?" Liang Mengqi saw Yu Qingqing didn't get up, some curious.

"I.....I don't like amaranth very much." Yu Qingqing shook his head slightly.

She doesn't just like it, but she is also very bored. She thinks that the taste of the leek is a bit spicy, and that it will make the mouth taste amaranth.

"Then you don't eat it, just there is nothing left. I will eat it all for a while." Liang Mengqi said, plucking a dumpling with a little bit of dip, put it in the end.

After the entrance, the dough is smooth, bite down, and the aroma of leeks and eggs lingers in the mouth.

What kind of feeling is this?

The dumplings of the egg yolk egg stuffing are very strong. The leeks grown in the Crescent Moon and the eggs of the Crescent Moon are pure to the extreme.

Under the aid of Tianxiangmu, the essence of the ingredients is added. This taste almost makes Liang Mengqi unable to express it in words.

"How come..." After Zhao Dahu ate a dumpling, his eyes were soft and softly murmured: "This is the best dumpling I have ever eaten. It tastes really good."

"It's really amazing." Rao is a temper who doesn't like to praise people. At this time, he can't help but admire.

Seeing the expression of the three people, Yu Qingqing’s stomach screamed twice.

Even the speed of eating fried rice in the plate slowed down, and finally stopped his hand and looked at the intoxicated three people who were eating.

For a time, she only felt her mouth drooling. She obviously didn't like to eat leeks, but under the influence of the three people, she thought that Zhang Han's meal could not be ruled by ordinary people.

‘Maybe, the boss’s leek is also the best in the world, and the taste should... well? ’

Yu Qingqing's gaze continually glanced at the three people's plates, and looked at their expressions a few times, deliberately coughing and asked: "Meng Qi, mother gun, dumplings delicious?"

"It's delicious." Liang Mengqi responded with a vague voice while eating dumplings.

"Too incense!" Zhao Dahu replied.

After that, the two continued to eat the dumplings in the dish.

‘This is over? ’

Yu Qingqing gave a slight glimpse.

She is still waiting for the two of them to say the last sentence: "You can also taste a green apple."

However, the facts are very cruel, and the eyes of the two seem to have only the dumplings in front of them.

Therefore, Yu Qingqing looked at Zhao Dahu with some angry eyes.

Just like this, I still want to chase the old lady! Humph! Wait, then! Asshole, it’s not at all reasonable!

"I will take it myself!" Yu Qingqing said without a good voice, got up and went to the kitchen counter.

Just stepping forward, Liang Mengqi’s words came from behind: “Green, you don’t like to eat leeks, you can taste two, leave me some.”

Yu Qingqing’s body swayed and whispered:

"Friends! Really hurt friends! No loyalty, no sisters! Graceful! Oh! I am all out!"

After Yu Qingqing's anger, he put about half a minute of dumplings in his plate.

After sitting back, Yu Qingqing picked up a dumpling and stared at it.

All the dumplings are smaller than normal, and the dumplings are like a small ingot. The appearance is very good.

She did not take care of it and took a sip.

In an instant, Yu Qingqing's eyes gradually widened. The next moment, she opened the crazy mode, and the wind and the clouds were eating dumplings.

At the same time, the barrage in my heart drifted again:

“The original dumplings of leeks and eggs are so delicious!”

"It's not right, it should be said that what the boss does is the real leek and egg dumplings."

"I used to eat fake, all fake, fake!"

"..."

A few people savoured and ate, which also made the window white small table guests look at it.

They have a big forefinger and want to taste the taste of this dumpling.

Because the egg fried rice gave them a big surprise.

Especially Sun Dongheng, can't stand the temptation of taste buds, turned his head and looked at Zhang Han, saying:

"Boss big brother, that..... I also want to eat dumplings."

At this time, the beauty in front of him said strangely: "If you want to eat, you can take it. Just like people want to taste it, the egg fried rice is delicious, and the dumplings must be fragrant."

But Zhang Han’s answer made Sun Dongheng smile:

“Members can eat, non-members only have egg fried rice and milk for the time being.”

"Amount..." Sun Dongheng's face was a stiff, and he shook his head helplessly.

"Member?" At this time, the woman in the innermost side sank and said: "That will give me a membership, I also want to eat dumplings, how much is the membership?"

When she came, because she was playing with a mobile phone, she did not notice the signboard on the front side of the restaurant.

"One million." Zhang Hantou did not return, a faint answer.

"One million? Are you sure that it is not one hundred?" The woman gave a slight glimpse. She had never heard of a restaurant that wanted a million membership card.