Godly Stay-Home Dad

tely dumbfounded, and he didn’t know what was going on.

He returned to his seat in a daze.
Seeing his expression, the crowd couldn’t help but let out satisfied smiles.

This was completely within reason.
When they had first seen this news, their stunned expressions hadn’t been any less than his.

After a while, the blond man came back to his senses.
He had a complicated expression on his face as he took out his cell phone from his pocket and gave the restaurant a sign.
He then opened his notebook and wrote:

Mengmeng’s casual restaurant, XXX XX Street, XX Year XX At noon record:

It was a very special restaurant, there were tens of people lining up at the door; it was a bustling business.
The restaurant had a membership system, from one to ten, each membership card costed 1 million, number 11 to 20, 10 million each; it was inconceivable, the nonmember temporarily only had Egg-Fried Rice and Milk, Egg-Fried Rice was 300 yuan per serving, milk was 100 yuan per cup.
The price was slightly higher.

After recording all of this, the golden-haired man put away his phone and waited silently for the crowd to line up.

In the dining hall, when the food was about to be cooked, Zhang Han took out the big pot, which was filled with spirit water that were poured into the Mount New Moon, and placed it on the stove to boil the water.

Seeing this, Liang Mengqi’s eyes lit up, and hurriedly asked: Boss, do we have new delicacies?

“Yes.”

“What’s that?”

“Noodle soup.”

“The noodle soup? “That’s fine too.
I’ll try it later.” Liang Mengqi said in a slightly disappointed tone.

She had eaten noodle soup a few times, but in the end, it was really just noodle soup, just like how it passed the water surface.
She didn’t have any experience with taste buds at all, and after that, Liang Mengqi had never eaten a noodle soup again.

However, she still looked forward to what Zhang Han had cooked.
After all, there had never been a time when the boss’s food tasted bad.

On the other hand, the eyes of Yu Qingqing and Zhao Dahu, who were standing in front of him, lit up.

Zhao Feng, who was at the side, shook his head slightly.
He knew that if he wanted to eat something good, he had to get on good terms with the owner.

In the morning, he had heard from Zhang Li that they had eaten chicken last night, and the fragrance that was described by them made Zhao Feng drool uncontrollably.
Now that Zhao Feng had seen Yu Qingqing and the others like this, if he were to say it out loud, he would probably spoil their appetite.

Noodle soup were food that Zhang Han decided to prepare after considering it.
It was simple and tasty, but the key thing was that the quality of the Mount New Moon’s noodles was good, and it could completely explain the true meaning of noodle soup.

Noodle soup were Chinese noodles snacks.
As the name implied, it was basically not flavorings, especially those that were colored.
For example, soy sauce, cooking wine, meat broth, red oil, etc.

The noodle soup was its original flavour, embodying the pure fragrance of the noodle soup.
The pure white noodles and clear soup with a few side dishes made it taste light and refreshing.

There were a few procedures for cooking the noodle soup.
The noodle soup, the sliced noodle soup, and the noodle soup were all quite complicated.
Experienced people and inexperienced people used the same noodle soup to make the noodle soup.

Sometimes, in order to ensure the strength of the noodles, a scientific proportion of salt water was added.
The salt water and the noodles would increase the strength of the dough, making it easier to pull the noodles, so that there would not be a situation where the dough was broken or too thick.

But Zhang Han didn’t need it at all.
With Mount New Moon’s spirit water here, why need anything like salt water?

Zhang Han prepared the dough.

There was a lot of knowledge in kneading dough, but it was not always possible to fill up the bowl of water at once.
One could dig a pit in the middle of the flour and slowly pour the water into it, stirring it slowly with chopsticks.

When the water is sucked dry by the flour, knead the flour repeatedly with your hands so that the flour becomes many small pieces of flour, commonly known as “snowflake noodles”.

In this way, the flour will not be too late to absorb and spread everywhere, or stick full of paste, and then sprinkle water on the “snowflake”, hand stirring, so that it becomes a ball of small dough, called “grape noodles”.

At this time, the flour has not absorbed enough moisture and its hardness is quite large.
The flour can be compressed into a piece, and the paste on the basin or panel can be wiped off forcefully.
Then, the flour on the “grape flour” can be washed and sprinkled on the “grape flour” so that the grape flour can be kneaded into a smooth flour fungus with both hands.
This kind of blending method is called “three steps of adding water”, which can make the whole blending process clean, flexible, and achieve the effect of “dough light, basin light, hand light”.

When Zhang Han was kneading the dough, the spirit energy in his body was flowing into his hands, making the kneading process much more efficient.
If it were another person, then he would have taken 8 or 10 minutes to mend the noodles, but Zhang Han only took two minutes.

Now that the noodles were ready, the boiling water was almost boiling.
At this time, the second step was to cut the noodles.

Just as Zhang Han was about to pick up the blade, he thought for a moment and then retracted his hand.

“Boss, the way you knead dough is so cool.”

At this time, Liang Mengqi came over.
She didn’t really feel it before, but now she felt that a man who could cook was really handsome.
No, it should be that the owner was really handsome.

After all, no one could cook such a delicious meal except their boss.

“Boss’s handmade noodles will definitely smell good.” Liang Mengqi pressed her hands on the counter, her eyes brimming with vitality as she watched Zhang Han’s actions.