Chapter 61 Only Members Can Eat

In fact, there are also classifications of flour, such as high-gluten noodles, low-gluten noodles, and medium-gluten noodles.

Some are suitable for making dumplings and steamed buns, some are suitable for making bread, some are suitable for making noodles, and there are classifications according to different gluten levels. Of course, there are also some such as snowflake flour, dumpling flour, bread flour and so on.

There are many types of flour, but the flour processed by Crescent Mountain is versatile.

Zhang Han can control the gluten of the flour according to the amount of water injected, and he can make whatever he wants, and the taste of the noodles themselves is very fragrant, so the delicious food can be said to be beyond doubt.

"Papa, what am I, what am I doing?" Mengmeng looked at the side for a while, not knowing what she was going to do.

"Mengmeng just press these small doughs into flat and round ones." Zhang Han pointed at the small doughs.

"Oh." Mengmeng stretched out her hand obediently and pressed it down: "Is that so? Oops, I can't take it off! What should I do, Baba."

When Mengmeng's little hand pressed it down, it directly stuck the little dough to the palm of her little hand. Mengmeng raised her hand, took a look at herself, and swung it vigorously up and down but couldn't shake it off.

"Hahaha...."

Zhang Han laughed heartily. This scene seemed familiar, as if he had such a scene when he was young.

"Come on, Dad help you take it down." Zhang Han grabbed the dough from Mengmeng's little palm, put some dry flour on his hand, and said, "Wipe some flour and it won't stick to your hands. Press a test try."

"Well... is that so?" Mengmeng successfully flattened a small dough, then the little princess raised her head, looked at Zhang Han and said, "Baba, how is Mengmeng pressing?"

"Hmm..." Zhang Han pondered for a while, looked at the little dough carefully, and said: "It's really good to press, Mengmeng is so powerful, it's really round and flat."

"Hehehe..." Mengmeng laughed happily, and kept pressing the small dough one by one, thinking it was fun and interesting.

"Papa, look at this, it's round, papa, look, it's so flat, papa..."

Zhang Han looked at this scene, while a happy smile leaked from the corner of his mouth, he was a little lost in the depths of his eyes.

As a father for the first time, he now finally knows how his father felt when he was a child.

At that time, I was pressing the dough, and my father looked at me with his gentle eyes. The family was very happy making dumplings together, and the child looked happy. As a father, he was happy and satisfied.

'I don't know how my parents are doing now...'

‘After one year, no matter where you are, no matter what troubles you have, your son will pick you up. '

'Family reunion, let you take a look at your lovely granddaughter...'

Zhang Han sighed softly in his heart.

Of course, he is also anxious about his parents, but Zhang Han will not write this emotion on his face, but bury it in his heart, which is somewhat the same as Zi Yan.

The cute little dough is not pressed fast. Every time she finishes pressing one, Zhang Han will roll out the dough in two seconds, and wrap the dumplings in two seconds. The dumplings are round and full, like a golden doughnut. Ingots.

This can't help but make Mengmeng a little anxious. She speeded up and said in a milky voice:

"Oh, papa, why don't you slow down..."

"Okay, Dad, slow down, why don't Dad press it with you?"

"No, I, I press it myself..."

During the time when Zhang Han and Mengmeng interacted, the dumplings were made. Because they were mainly made for Mengmeng, the dumplings were made very delicately, a circle smaller than normal.

Zhang Han returned to the kitchen with the panel. At this time, the water was boiling, and he put the dumplings into the boiling water and started cooking.

At this time, Zhang Han cut the garlic cloves into minced garlic, put it in a bowl, added soy sauce, and put a vinegar bottle, sesame oil and chili oil beside it.

Zhang Han used two small dishes to adjust the dipping sauce, and soon the dumplings came out of the pan and were placed in a net basin. Zhang Han filled two dishes and brought them to the table.

"Mengmeng, it's time for us to eat." Zhang Han waved to Mengmeng on the sofa.

"Come on, let's eat..." Mengmeng happily ran over.

"boss......."

As soon as Liang Mengqi opened her mouth, Zhang Han interrupted directly: "Go and get it, you don't need to ask in the future, I will save some for you when I cook."

"Hee hee hee, boss, you are so kind, I love you." Liang Mengqi was radiant when she heard the words, and even said a rather ambiguous sentence in front of everyone. After she finished speaking, Liang Mengqi's face flushed slightly, her heart beat faster Some speed up.

Yu Qingqing gave Liang Mengqi a strange look, and Zhao Dahu smiled meaningfully.

And Zhao Feng was slightly taken aback, and his heart moved:

She likes the boss?

Zhao Feng sighed in his heart, got up and walked over, ready to eat a plate of dumplings, the boss cooked delicious food, of course he didn't want to miss any delicacies.

Facing Liang Mengqi's words, Zhang Han didn't have any expression on his face, but Mengmeng was a little unhappy. She pouted her small mouth and said, "No, you can't love my papa, me, me and Mama."

Mengmeng already planned not to be with the young lady in her heart, even though she played with her a few times, that's not okay, the little princess's possessiveness towards Papa is quite strong.

Liang Mengqi stuck out her tongue when she heard the words, and said with a smile: "Sister is joking."

"Huh." Mengmeng snorted softly, ignoring her.

Liang Mengqi didn't mind either, she packed a plate of dumplings and returned to the dining table happily.

"Huh? Qingqing, why don't you go get the dumplings?" Liang Mengqi asked curiously when she saw that Yu Qingqing hadn't got up.

"I... don't like leeks very much." Yu Qingqing shook her head slightly.

Not only did she not like it, but she was also very annoyed. She felt that the taste of leeks was a bit spicy, and it would also taste like leeks in her mouth.

"Then forget it if you don't eat it, there just isn't much left, I'll eat it all in a while." Liang Mengqi said, proudly picked up a dumpling, dipped it in a little dipping sauce, and put it in the end.

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

What kind of feeling is this?

Dumplings stuffed with chives and eggs have a strong flavor, but the chives grown in Crescent Mountain and eggs from Crescent Mountain have a purer taste.

And with the help of Tianxiangmu, the essential taste of the ingredients was added, which almost made Liang Mengqi unable to express it in words.

"How could it be..." After Zhao Dahu ate a dumpling, his eyes were extremely gentle, and he murmured softly, "This is the best dumpling I've ever eaten. It tastes really delicious."

"It's amazing." Rao Yi couldn't help admiring Zhao Feng because he didn't like to praise others very much.

Seeing the expressions of the three of them, Yu Qingqing's stomach growled violently twice.

Even the speed of eating fried rice with eggs on the plate slowed down, and finally gradually stopped, looking at the three people who were intoxicated by eating.

For a moment, she only felt drooling, and she obviously didn't like to eat leeks, but under the support of the three of them, she thought that Zhang Han's food could not be treated with common sense.

‘Perhaps, the boss’s leeks are also the best in the world, so the taste should be...very good? '

Yu Qingqing kept scanning the dinner plates of the three people, and then glanced at their expressions, coughed lightly on purpose, and asked, "Meng Qi, motherfucker, are the dumplings delicious?"

"It's delicious." Liang Mengqi responded indistinctly while eating the dumplings.

"It's so fragrant!" Zhao Dahu replied.

After speaking, the two continued to eat the dumplings on the plate.

'This is the end? '

Yu Qingqing was slightly taken aback.

She is still waiting for which of the two to say: "Qingqing, you should try one too."

However, the truth is very cruel, the two seem to only have the dumplings in front of them in their eyes.

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

Just like this, I still want to chase my wife! snort! Wait! Bastard stuff, no reason at all!

"I'll get it myself!" Yu Qingqing said angrily, got up and walked to the kitchen counter.

As soon as she took a step, Liang Mengqi's words came from behind her: "Qingqing, you don't like leeks, you just have to try two and save some for me."

Yu Qingqing swayed and muttered angrily:

"Loss of friends! What a loss of friends! No sense of loyalty, no sisterhood! End of love! Hmph! I'll give it my all!"

In a fit of anger, Yu Qingqing put about one and a half minutes worth of dumplings on her dinner plate.

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

All the dumplings are one size smaller than the normal ones, and the dumplings are like small ingots, which look very good.

She took a bite without dipping the sauce.

In an instant, Yu Qingqing's eyes gradually widened, and in the next moment, she turned on the crazy mode, and started to eat dumplings in a whirlwind.

At the same time, the bullet screen in my heart floated again:

“It turns out that the leek and egg dumplings are so delicious!”

"No, no, it should be said that what the boss makes are the real chive and egg dumplings."

"What I ate before was all fake, all fake, all fake!"

"..."

Several people were eating deliciously, which also made the guests at the small white table by the window look sideways.

They moved their index fingers and wanted to taste the dumplings.

Because the egg fried rice surprises them too much.

Especially Sun Dongheng, unable to bear the temptation of taste buds, turned his head to look at Zhang Han, saying:

"Brother Boss, that... I also want to eat dumplings."

At this time, the beautiful woman in front of him said strangely: "If you want to eat, go and get it. It happens that people also want to try it. Egg fried rice is delicious, and the dumplings must be delicious."

But Zhang Han's answer made Sun Dongheng smile bitterly:

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

"Uh..." Sun Dongheng's face froze, and he shook his head helplessly.

"Member?" At this time, the woman on the innermost side pondered for a while, and said, "Then apply for a membership for me. I also want to eat dumplings. How much is the membership?"

When she came, she didn't notice the sign on the front of the restaurant because she was playing with her mobile phone.

"One million." Zhang Han replied lightly without turning his head.

"One million? Are you sure it's not one hundred yuan?" The woman was slightly taken aback. She had never heard of any restaurant requiring a million yuan membership card.