MTL - Almighty Dad-Chapter 5 Patriarchal 5

After Han Ze left the school, he rode his bicycle directly to the town. Hanjia Village was not far from the town, but only three miles away. Today was the fair, and he pushed his bicycle straight to the meat stall in the vegetable market. The weather was hot, and the business of the meat stall was not very good. The boss was holding a fan and kept fanning the wind.

Han Ze obviously knew the butcher seller, and he called Brother Lei a few meters away from the meat stall.

The owner of the meat stall, Zhang Lei, is the son of Aunt Han Ze, a few years older than Han Ze. He has been selling pork in the town for more than ten years. Few people in the town don’t know him. Han Ze came to him because he wanted to help. Where is the noodle stall suitable? After all, he is a country digger who knows how to do business.

Zhang Lei didn't expect Han Ze to ask him for this. After thinking for a while, he agreed to help.

Business people are more savvy, and he didn't ask Han Ze why he sold noodles if he didn't grow the land well. Not to mention persuading Han Ze not to let him do business.

After all, whether the business can be done well, whether it can make money, you have to do it to know, even if he is an old cousin, he will not talk too much about things that block people's way of making money.

Besides, although Han Ze is not as tactful as his two younger brothers, and he is even worse than his two younger brothers in dealing with people, but Zhang Lei has sold pork in the town for more than ten years. No one has ever seen him, and he has no heart for Han Ze. He is an honest person, but he takes a high look, not to mention that the two are still cousins, and for the sake of his old mother, he also wants to help.

Brother Lei was willing to help, Han Ze heaved a sigh of relief, touched the back of his head and said with a smile: "When the noodle stall is open, I invite you to eat noodles."

Zhang Lei smiled and said yes, but he didn't take it seriously in his heart. Although he promised to help the other party find a place to set up a noodle stall, as for the other party's craftsmanship, he didn't have much expectation. He is not short of money as a butcher, and he has even been to big restaurants in the provincial capital. He has never eaten anything, would he be surprised at the oily noodles cooked by country guys?

Regardless of what the other party thought, Han Ze bought two catties of meat before he left. When he gave the money, Zhang Lei politely said forget it. Han Ze waved his hand and said, "How can I not charge money for business, so you don't want to buy meat next time?" Money?" With that said, he put the money by the butcher's stand, and pushed the bicycle away.

What Zhang Lei said was just polite words, Han Ze really didn't give him money to buy meat, so this person would no longer be in his eyes, let alone find him a place to set up a noodle stall.

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As soon as Han Ze got home, he couldn't wait to go to the room to see the little girl. The little girl was wrapped in swaddling clothes, her little face was red, and her soft body was very thin. She was born weighing less than five catties. It's been more than 20 days now. She didn't grow much flesh, and he was afraid of dropping her even if he hugged her.

The children in the last two worlds are all grown up. He has never raised such a small child. He feels strange, but he dare not hug her. He just looks at her with love, touches her tender face or squeezes her. Squeeze her little hand to have fun.

"It's been more than 20 days. Why are our five girls still so young? Are you not full?" Han Ze pinched his daughter's fingers, and there was no flesh on them, and there was no flesh on his face, and there were wrinkles on his forehead.

"I have less milk, but it's not that I'm not full."

"Then why didn't you tell me? No one can starve a child." Han Ze frowned.

Wu Hongmei was both funny and sad. The children in front of him had never seen him so rare. When the child was born, the midwife said it was a girl, so she knew that the child's fate was to be given away.

Now this child is not only not given away, but his own man is so rare, he even looks through the dictionary, thinking about giving this girl a unique name, even if he is a child born by others, he doesn't love the child like this.

"You have to tell me if you are hungry, otherwise you will starve the child without milk, what should you do? You rest, I will cook for you."

Wu Hongmei looked at the man's back, and for some reason, she suddenly had a ridiculous idea, even if she could not give birth to a son in this life, she had nothing to worry about, the man was her backer.

Han Ze arrived at the stove, cut off a piece of meat, chopped it, put a little salt, sesame oil and green onions, and stirred it into fillings, then rolled out dumpling skins with dough, and made dumplings. He moved very quickly, and the dumplings were ready It's time to cook.

While the dumplings were rolling in the pot, Mrs. Han came back. She saw the smoke coming from the chimney from a distance, and guessed that the eldest son might be cooking, but she didn't expect him to be cooking dumplings.

He said with a smile on his face, "What day are you making dumplings to eat? When did you cut the meat? I'll let Junjun come over to eat."

Han Ze took a large bowl and put all the dumplings in the bay, without raising his head, he said, "Mother, this is for Hongmei, there are not many."

Mrs. Han's expression froze, as if she couldn't believe it, she asked again: "What did you just say?"

"Mom, it's time for the child to breastfeed. Where does the mother get the milk if the child's mother can't eat enough? From now on, we will eat all the delicious food at home with Hongmei, otherwise, what will the five girls do if they are hungry?" Han Zebian said, He walked towards their room with a bowl in hand.

Mrs. Han stayed where she was, her old face was as wonderful as if she had swallowed a fly, that woman Wu Hongmei couldn't even give birth to a child, and she wanted her to cook delicious food, so why not kill her.

In the room, Wu Hongmei looked at the big bowl of dumplings in front of her, feeling mixed feelings. After so many confinement days, only this time the meal brought to her could not only fill her up, but also made dumplings made of clean meat. .

Thinking of the man saying that only when she is full can she have milk, she smiled knowingly, she enjoyed the blessing of a daughter.

"Don't look, eat quickly." Seeing that she was only staring at the bowl without moving her chopsticks, Han Ze urged.

Wu Hongmei smiled, picked up the chopsticks, picked up a dumpling and fed it to her mouth. Her eyes lit up, and after eating one after another, she ate up a bowl of dumplings without knowing it. Looking at Han Ze, she put down the chopsticks embarrassingly .

Han Ze didn't respond, so she breathed a sigh of relief.

"How do you make dumplings?" After being married to a man for so long, she didn't even know that her man had such cooking skills.

"I just made dumplings according to your usual method, what's wrong?" Han Ze looked at her suspiciously, "Isn't it delicious?"

"It's delicious, it's so delicious."

"It's good to eat." Han Ze smiled, "The old blind uncle said that I can make money with these hands. I didn't believe it at first. My hands can only cultivate the land. What can I do? I rolled it for my mother that day. The noodles, she also said they were delicious..."

Speaking of this, he lowered his voice: "The old blind uncle also ate this noodles, and said that even the noodles made by the chef in the provincial hotel are not as good as mine."

Wu Hongmei thought about the taste of the dumplings just now. She didn't study much, so she didn't know how to describe it. She only knew that after eating the dumplings, she wanted to eat them again. Just thinking about it makes people drool...

"So, I'm going to set up a stall in the town to sell noodles, what do you think?" Han Ze asked. He didn't tell Wu Hongmei about this before, so it's better to tell her after thinking about it.

Wu Hongmei frowned, she didn't know much, but the dumplings made by her man are so delicious, presumably the noodles rolled are not bad, she thought for a while and said: "You can do this if you think it's okay, I don't know these things, I just listen to you .”