Godly Stay-Home Dad

She would only be happy if the dung was powerful. Of course, it would be better if she was praised a little.    

"Aiyo, we've been gone for over three hours. Meng Qi, say, did you seduce our boss?" Yu Qingqing pouted and said.    

"Don't talk nonsense, do you think everyone is as dirty as you? The boss is an upright person, hmph. " Liang Mengqi snorted lightly and chased Yu Qingqing and Big Tiger Zhao away before sitting down on a chair.    

"Hmph, bullying." Zhao Dahu snorted.    

"Qingqing, let me tell you, the boss made a mountain. It's so beautiful there, there's ?"    

After they sat down, Liang Mengqi excitedly chatted with Yu Qingqing. The topic of conversation was nothing more than what she had heard and seen in New Moon Mountain today.    

Zhang Han ignored their teasing and carried Meng Meng to the sofa.    

"Mengmeng, watch the TV for a while. Daddy is going to start cooking." Zhang Han looked at the time. It was already 5: 30. It would take about an hour to cook a few dishes.    

"Alright, cute wants to watch cartoons." Mengmeng answered with her little voice.    

Zhang Han used the remote control to turn on the TV and called up the children's channel. After that, he walked into the kitchen with a bag in his hand.    

First, he put the two big bags of flour into the locker. When he turned around and saw the extra large rice cooker and the oven, Zhang Han's mouth slightly twitched a few times.    

'Looks like I've underestimated the word 'gluttonous' after all.'    

Zhang Han found it funny. These cooking utensils were quite expensive. He had not expected that the three foodies would change into large-capacity cooking utensils so quickly.    

The capacity of electric cooker is 18 liter, how much is 18 liter?    

You may not know this, but an electric cooker can cook 28 cups of rice, a rice cooker has its own rice measuring cup, a flat cup of rice waiting for rain, 3 or 2 meters, 3 or so meters, roughly 3 bowls of rice. According to the calculation of 2 or 2 meters per person, the rice can be cooked to 42 people, and the food can be cooked to 28 people, and each person can satisfy 17 people.    

You can see how big the rice cooker is from here.    

Zhang Han slightly shook his head, washed the rice and started to cook it in seven cups.    

He first laid the eggs aside, then began to gather the beans, potatoes, eggplant and tomatoes.    

After he was ready, Zhang Han picked up the manuals and quickly started to read through them.    

The prices of the kitchen utensils were not low. From this, it could be seen that the three people had some assets.    

Liang Mengqi didn't need to say anything. From the conversation between her and her brother, it could be seen that she was a descendant of a very large family, and also the person with the highest status amongst the three of them.    

Yu Qingqing was second. She was the true Black Ribbon Taekwondo and worked at Taekwondo. She only worked two days a week on Saturdays and Sundays, and her monthly salary was more than 200,000 yuan.    

Zhao Dahu was slightly worse off among the three of them. He was the Deputy Director of a media company and his salary was around 1.3 million RMB.    

Even though they did not lack money, it did not mean that they would randomly spend it. What they usually ate and played with was not extravagant. Furthermore, Yu Qing Qing's car at the door was a over 200,000 Volkswagen.    

At this moment, in front of the restaurant, the Land Cruiser that arrived at noon slowly stopped in front of the parking space.    

"Bam!"    

Zhao Feng got off the car, closed the door, and threw away the cigarette in his hand. He then looked at the notice board in front of the restaurant with a serious expression, and walked inside.    

When it was time for dinner, Zhao Feng drove out of the company by himself and prepared to find a restaurant to eat. As he drove, he thought about something and unknowingly came to Zhang Han's restaurant.    

Zhao Feng, who was standing by the side of the road, was slightly stunned. However, since he was already here, he might as well take care of it. Thus, he brought the car in.    

He knew that he came here because Zhang Han gave him a lot of pressure at noon. He felt that Zhang Han was not an ordinary person and was curious about what the Egg Fried Rice was like.    

When he walked into the dining room.    

Liang Mengqi, who was in the middle of a conversation, stopped talking. With a raise of her eyebrows, she slammed the table and stood up:    

"What are you doing here again? "Let me tell you, this is a legal society, and the friend in front of me is an expert of the black belt of Taekwondo. If you come here to cause trouble, my friend will help!"    

"Hmm?"    

This girl with a sense of justice and courage had given him a good impression. Therefore, Zhao Feng smiled and shook his head, saying, "I'm here to eat, not to cause trouble."    

"Humph!" Then let me warn you, you have to be honest here, or else I'll show you! " Liang Mengqi snorted and sat back down.    

Zhao Feng smiled and walked inside. He sat down in the most innermost chair, very quietly waiting, but his eyes would occasionally look at Zhang Han.    

Zhang Han was cooking milk, giving off the impression of a normal restaurant owner.    

However, Zhao Feng was very clear that even the restaurant owner would be able to take him down in less than a minute. One must know that the pressure felt by him was even more intense than the pressure felt by his original team leader!    

Back then, he was able to hold on for nearly two minutes in the captain's palm!    

What he did not know was that if Zhang Han wanted to take him down, just one move would be enough.    

Although Zhang Han viewed the Qi Cultivation stage as a trash competition, don't forget that he was a powerhouse that had transcended heavenly tribulation. In other words, if one placed Qi Cultivation stage in the middle of a martial forest, then one would be considered an inner strength expert!    

What was the level of inner strength? Bright and dark energy would be produced later on, which was also called spiritual force. Zhao Feng, on the other hand, could not even measure the level of his inner strength.    

Zhao Feng was also staring at Zhang Han. Zhang Han also realized that Zhao Feng was staring at him, but he had never cared about the look in the eyes of an ant.    

If Zhang Han still had the personality of a young master in the past, then he would probably fight in all four directions to become a true monarch of the world if he gained the ability to cultivate.    

However, after experiencing hardships and hardships, now that he had been reborn, Zhang Han felt more at ease. It was enough for him to take good care of Mengmeng.    

After he had raised his strength, he would settle the matter of his parents' disappearance, share his family's happiness, and bring them to the New Moon Mountain. He would also live a bland and ordinary life.    

After the milk was boiled, Zhang Han placed the pot on the counter, and suddenly, a rich fragrance of milk slowly wafted into the air.    

Although the three of them had drunk before, they still took a deep, intoxicating sniff at the wine.    

As for Zhao Feng, who had just experienced this feeling for the first time, he was somewhat surprised.    

"This taste..." "It seems pretty good."    

Zhao Feng muttered to himself.    

"Dung, dung, Meng Meng is hungry." After smelling the fragrance, Mengmeng also felt hungry. She turned back to Zhang Hanmei and said, "Mengmeng wants to drink some milk first."    

"Not now, the milk is very hot. There's only half an hour left to eat. Let's wait for a little while longer." Zhang Han chuckled.    

"Ugh..." "Fine, fine." Mengmeng answered with a pout and stopped watching TV. She was barefoot on the sofa with her arms on the back. She was looking at the busy Zhang Han with his head held high.    

On Zhang Han's side, it was obvious that he was speeding up.    

He took the onion with his left hand and drew a Chinese kitchen knife from the knife holder with his right.    

Zhang Han originally only had a few household knives, but after Liang Mengqi and the others shopped, the kitchen utensils were truly complete. There was a total of more than twenty knives, such as a boning knife, a fish knife, a beef knife, a skinning knife, and so on.    

But Zhang Han still didn't know the uses of those knives, so he could only use the universal Chinese Kitchen Knife.    

The Chinese kitchen knife is made of high carbon steel, with a sharp blade and wooden handle. It can cut, cut, cut and chop all kinds of ingredients. Western chefs use it to do heavy chopping work, but skilled Chinese chefs can use it to do almost all the work.    

"Bang, bang, bang ?"    

A burst of muffled sound could be heard. Other than Zhao Feng, who was staring at Zhang Han, Liang Mengqi and the other two couldn't help but turn their heads to look. What entered their eyes was a flash of saber light, giving them a dreamy feeling.    

In two seconds, a whole blade of green onion had been neatly sliced into two. The speed at which it was cut was hard to imagine.    

After he finished cutting the green onions, Zhang Han turned the kitchen knife in his hand and put it back on the knife holder. He then took out a skinning knife that Zhang Han recognized.    

This action stunned Meng Meng's eyes.    

She said with incomparable adoration, "Wow, dung, so powerful!"    

These words were the only thought in Zhao Feng, Liang Mengqi, Yu Qingqing, and Zhao Dahu's minds.    

"So handsome ?" The two women thought to themselves.    

"So cool, I should have practiced it." Zhao Dahu's gaze was filled with envy.    

"He... It's a blade wielding expert! "    

Only Zhao Feng had a deeper look in his eyes. The way he saw things was different from the others. From Zhang Han's sabre, he could see the aura of an expert. If this sabre skill was used against an enemy, Zhao Feng felt that he wouldn't last even half a minute against Zhang Han!    

As for Zhang Han, when he heard the little princess' praise, he did not answer nor did he turn his head around. Instead, a smile appeared on his face.    

His left hand was holding a potato while his right hand was using a paring knife to rapidly move back and forth. Little by little, the potato skin was being removed.    

In just a few breaths of time, Zhang Han had already removed the potato skin, and quickly tidied up the rest of the beans, eggplants, and tomatoes.    

He took out a frying pan and put the oil in it. Then, he boiled the beans for a while and put the potatoes in it again. After a while, he added in the smoked, octagon, 13 incense sticks, and a little white sugar.    

Melt the fire for about 20 minutes or so, then put in the salt, chopped scallion, garlic, and Heaven's Incense Wood.    

Zhang Han's style. His movements were fluid and smooth, giving off a very comfortable feeling. It was a type of visual enjoyment.    

After doing all this, Zhang Han wiped his hands, hung his apron on the side of the kitchen and walked to Mengmeng's side and sat down.    

"Damn, you're so powerful."    

Zhang Han was sitting, and Meng was standing, just enough to reach Zhang Han's face. The little princess, with his arms around Zhang Han's neck, approached him with his cherry lips.    

"What?"    

After a few kisses, Zhang Han laughed heartily and started to play with Meng Meng.    

"That's great." Liang Mengqi muttered in a somewhat envious tone.    

"Mengmeng is so lucky." Yu Qingqing mumbled.    

"How warm it is. I also want a daughter now. Qingqing, why don't we ?" Zhao Dahu had not finished speaking.    

"Scram!"