Godly Stay-Home Dad

[For the lord Snoopy 哒 greatly added 9]

It was cute, and it raised the small palm of the face and said: "Meng Meng is also super fond of hot pot, ah, ha, there are noodles of food, and I like to eat."

“Meng Meng also likes to eat noodles?” Zhang Han’s reaction at this time was much stronger. His eyes looked at Meng Meng, and he did not hesitate to say: “That line, we will eat pasta at noon.”

I don't know if this sentence makes Zi Yan another taste.

How is he doing this? Why don't you ask me? Ignore my hostess?

The mood of the purple scorpion fell to the bottom of the valley in an instant, and at the same time it was somewhat unhappy at the same time.

Can't you ask her if this is gone? Even if you have a sentence, is it good?

Hey, I will ignore him later! Just want to pursue yourself, wait! Bastard!

Zi Yan’s heart was already murderous to Zhang Han, but Zhang Han did not know it, but he was indulged, watching Meng Meng whispered: “What kind of pasta does Meng Meng want to eat? Shantou? Noodles or chaos?”

There are too many types of pasta, and Zhang Han does not know what to do for a while, and the key ingredients here are not many, and will be greatly limited.

For example, eating buns, buns with big buns, dumplings, soup bags, but also beef buns, pork buns and other meat stuffing, as well as zucchini egg bags, leeks and egg stuffing stuffing buns, and what else? Chaos, as well as oil cakes, baking cakes, cake desserts and so on.

"I want to eat that, that is the noodles, oh.... so fine and fine... Ma Ma, what is that?" Meng Meng described for a while, I don't know what the face I had ever eaten.

"It's the noodles." Zi Yan's beauty did not reveal the white eyes of Zhang Han.

Zi Yan does not cook. When taking a child, he usually goes out to cook a meal. He goes out to the restaurant, sometimes eats Western food, sometimes eats food, sometimes eats some noodles, but relatively speaking, eating hot pot It takes a lot more.

Zi Yan loves to eat, and even Meng Meng has loved it since childhood, and that noodles is the only one that Ziyan can do. The inspiration comes from instant noodles. It has been done several times for Meng Meng, and adults and children are also very fond of eating.

"Yeah, noodles hanging noodles, is noodles." Meng Meng laughed and said.

"At that noon, I will make a small noodle to Meng Meng!" Zhang Han smiled and touched the sprouting brain.

"Hey! I went upstairs." Zi Yan once again glanced at Zhang Han.

This makes Zhang Han feel quite inexplicable. How is this girl always unfriendly with herself?

Of course, Zhang Han also knows that having such 'unfriendly' is a good thing. It is like saying that a girlfriend has a small temper. Sometimes, a boyfriend will be annoyed with some behaviors that he thinks are unreasonable. I don’t know, she is a girlfriend. Otherwise, why doesn't she find someone else to play a little temper?

However, if you really start looking for someone to play with a small temper, it is not far from wearing green on your head.

Zhang Han certainly knows this. Sometimes Zi Yan is different from him and others. In fact, it is also a good start. If you don't even know these things, then Zhang Han's emotional intelligence is not too low.

Closer to home, Meng Meng saw Ma Ma going upstairs, so he stretched his small arm to let Ma Ma hug.

Amethyst will hold up and sprout, feel the weight of Meng Meng, chuckle, and took two shots on the cute little butt, laughing: "Meng Meng seems to be heavy again, it seems to be over Time, Ma Ma can't hold you."

"Well, there is no such thing, Ma Ma has always been able to embrace Meng Meng."

The little princess danced in the arms of Ma Ma.

Zhou Fei thought about it and went with it. Zhang Li and Zhao Feng stayed on the first floor.

"Brother, when did you get it for you? Why haven't I heard that you have had an intersection with her?" Zhang Li was very curious about this.

When she knew the age of Meng Meng, she figured out that the purple cicada should be the first half of the year when her family fell apart. At that time, Zhang Han was also in full swing. It was always like a beggar. If it was then with the purple cicada With his temper, he will definitely take a turn with the purple scorpion in Beijing.

"Yeah!"

Zhang Li suddenly screamed, she remembered. At that time, Zhang Han seemed to be a boyfriend and a friend, so Zhang Li squinted and said: "Brother, were you not with Jolo Luo at that time? Are you and the sable are secret? Are you on two boats?"

When this statement came out, Zhao Feng was a glimpse, and his ears were erected. He carefully looked at the picture in front of him. Although he felt that he might be a bit gossip, he was really curious about Zhang Han.

"No."

Zhang Han said with a smile: "I am only an accident with Zi Yan."

"Hey! Brother, you will lie, what accident can accidentally go to bed? What accident can accidentally come out with a child?" Zhang Li snorted.

Zhang Hanwen shook his head with a smile and said: "That was the time I played Zheng Qiang."

"Ah?" Zhang Li glanced at her eyes and said, "Are you playing him because of your nephew?"

"Well, I have drunk that time..." Zhang Han explained briefly.

At the same time, I also remembered that time in my mind.

Zi Zi was very popular at the beginning, and had the opportunity to hit the title after the next year. The purple singer came to Beijing, and after a high-level introduction from the Radio and Television Bureau, he cooperated with Zheng Qiang’s broad group.

Zheng Qiang is the chairman of the General Group. He is only 30 years old. He is also a descendant of the Zheng family in Shanghai. He is in a high position. According to his identity, he is taller than Zhang Han at that time.

However, Zheng Qiang is also a decisive person. I have been remembering Zi Yan for more than a year. When I was working together, I finally found the opportunity to put some extra things into the Zi Zi’s drink, which made the Zi Zi consciousness messy.

And Zhang Han, and Joe Lolo just broke up, and my heart is also very arrogant, breaking up with a green way, is also a blow to Zhang Han.

That time in the relatively high-end Tianqing Entertainment Club in Beijing, Zhang Han drank a lot, stumbled into the wrong private room, saw the struggling purple and Zheng Qiang's ugly face.

In a rage, Zhang Han picked up the bottle and slammed it against Zheng Qiang's head. He directly stunned. He squatted and picked up the purple scorpion and left the clubhouse. He opened a presidential suite at a nearby hotel.

During the period, Ziyan’s consciousness became more and more blurred. He only felt that his body became more and more hot, and he even wanted to take off his clothes. However, although Zhang Han loved beauty, he also had a sense of proportion, and he held the purple palms along the way.

When I arrived at the hotel room, Zhang Han’s drunkenness came up, and it was even more confused, and Zi Yan was more confused than him.

When Zhang Han wanted to leave, the purple and white palms grabbed Zhang Han’s hand and pulled it back to the bed. Zhang Han fell down.

I am lingering overnight...

Although Zhang Han was drunk at the beginning, he still faintly remembers a little picture of that night, and he still has some impressions on the beautiful figure of Zi Yan.

Thinking of the picture the next morning, Zhang Han couldn't help but laugh twice.

However, these words are also in my mind, Zhang Han did not explain to Zhang Li, just said that he saved the purple scorpion from Zheng Qiang's hands.

"The original boss was a hero to save the United States." Zhao Feng said with a light smile.

This kind of hero saves the beauty, it sounds like a good story.

"Heroes save the United States is also in the case of the value of the face, if not my brother handsome, how can they be together?" Zhang Li snorted.

In her view, it is also conditional for a hero to save the United States to make everyone secretly confessed. This condition is that a man must be handsome.

"You are right, the boss is really handsome." Zhao Feng responded.

During the talk, Liang Mengqi walked in from the outside and saw Zhao Feng sitting at the table and chatting with Zhang Han. Liang Mengqi said that Ying Ying’s opening said:

"Hey? Zhao Feng, you came very early."

"I didn't go in the morning." Zhao Feng replied.

"Oo." Liang Mengqi nodded.

After Zhao Dahu and Yu Qingqing both asked Zhang Han, they sat at the usual table.

"It's time to cook."

Zhang Han glanced at the time, at 11:40, so he got up and went to the kitchen to prepare for today's lunch.

First, the rice is cooked. The water used to cook rice is also the spiritual water of Xinyue Mountain. This water directly conquers the water quality experts, let alone the rice that has been cooked.

Of course, the wheat and rice of Xinyueshan also have the same status, and they also grow under the environment of the Crescent Moon Mountain. Of course, it is unusual.

At the same time as cooking rice, Zhang Han will lay the eggs well. Now the eggs are fried rice, and a meal should be fried with nearly 30 eggs. This also makes the stock of eggs less and less, and some are in short supply.

Originally, when Zhang Han planned to consume almost the same amount of eggs, he would sell some meals less, but now the situation in Xinyueshan does not need to be taken care of.

Pure Yang. There are some water reserves, and there are still about 20 liters. It can support and buy some adult hens as well as adult cattle, sheep and pigs, and feed pure yang. Water is enough.

After the eggs were laid, Zhang Han began to sort out a few large potatoes.

The potatoes are very full and round. Under normal circumstances, some of the potatoes sold outside will have some bumps, not very neat, but the potatoes of the Crescent Moon, like a shot, are round.

Zhang Han took out the paring knife and quickly swayed his hand.

Hey.

Potato skins leave the body very quickly.

In the restaurant, not only is the meal very delicious, but even Zhang Han’s cooking process is so beautiful and the viewing is very high.

After finishing the potatoes, start preparing chopped green onion and other auxiliary ingredients.

When the time was ready, it came to twelve o'clock. The customers came to the door one after another, and the white dining table next to the window was filled with six people early.

Only six people at this time, all of them are the staff of the next-door restaurant. After they have tasted the meal, they are already unable to extricate themselves. They will come over for lunch.

"Boss, do we have food today?" Liang Mengqi watched Zhang Han prepare potatoes and cucumbers, and his eyes lit up.

"Yeah." Zhang Han nodded.

"What is that?" Yu Qingqing hurriedly asked.

"炝 Potatoes and cucumbers." Zhang Han replied.