"Master, I'm very happy. I made several new friends today." Sophie Marceau happily recounted her experience on the first day of school.

Today is September 1st, the beginning of school season, and Sophie Marceau’s official first day of school.

"That's right, our little princess Sophie is so beautiful, she will definitely be very popular." Zhang Junping said with a smile.

Sophie Marceau's life was completely changed by Zhang Junping.

A director once approached Sophie Marceau to film a movie, and Sophie Marceau's mother was also very moved. Being a star would make a lot of money, and few people could refuse.

However, Zhang Junping only said one sentence: Those celebrities you think are beautiful, I can call them over with just a phone call, let me ravage them, and they have to please me with a smile.

Completely shattered Sophie Marceau's mother's dream of becoming a star.

Then Zhang Junping arranged for Sophie Marceau and her mother to be brought to China to save her from causing trouble again.

If we say that accepting Sophie Marceau at the beginning was purely for his dream of chasing stars in the future, and for bad fun.

Later, Zhang Junping really fell in love with this eccentric girl, who was so talented in painting.

Not counting his two precious daughters, Sophie Marceau is the tallest among all Zhang Junping's apprentices.

"Back? The two girls woke up from their nap in the afternoon and stared at the clock. Half an hour ago, they ran to the gatehouse just to wait for you." Qiu Wenyan said rather jealously.

"Haha! My precious daughter, do you miss your daddy? Can daddy take you to work tomorrow?" Zhang Junping asked with a doting smile.

"Okay! I like to go to work with my father the most."

"My favorite too!"

Chuni and Chunniu kissed Zhang Junping hard on both sides of his face, and then giggled happily.

"Your father just got off work, and he kissed you before he even washed his face. He doesn't think it's dirty." Qiu Wenyan deliberately teased the two girls.

"Dad's face is not dirty at all." Chuni stared at Zhang Junping's face for a while before saying seriously.

"It's not dirty. Dad's face is clean." Chunniu wiped it with her hand and said.

"Okay, your dad's face is clean, don't let me hug him to sleep at night." Qiu Wenyan said with a straight face.

"No!" Chuni Chunniu immediately struggled to the ground and ran to Qiu Wenyan and said coquettishly.

These two little girls couldn't kiss Zhang Junping during the day, but at night, except Qiu Wenyan, they wouldn't follow anyone, and neither could Zhang Junping.

Zhang Junping walked into the bathroom, washed his hands and face, and then came to the cradle to look at his son.

The son was blowing bubbles from his mouth and sleeping soundly.

Zhang Junping turned around and left the bedroom again.

Come to the yard.

"Shall we have fried noodles tonight?" Qiu Wenyan said.

"Okay!"

"I want to eat what you cook!"

"I also want to eat the fried noodles made by my father."

"I want to eat too!"

"Okay! I'll do it!" Zhang Junping got up with a smile and went to the backyard to prepare fried noodles.

Grandma and grandpa have moved away.

The eldest cousin's and second cousin's houses have come down, and they are both large flat floors with an area of ​​160 square meters.

I also picked up my uncle.

Grandma and grandpa also moved there.

In the old man's mind, he still has to follow his son to support himself in old age.

For this reason, Zhang's mother bought them a house in the community for their grandparents and uncle to live in.

My uncle didn't want him dead or alive, but Zhang's mother said she was filial to her parents.

The two people couldn't argue, and in the end, grandpa and grandma took out a large yellow croaker and slapped it on the table to show that he bought the house.

Zhang Junping was surprised. He didn't expect that his grandparents had such a rich family background.

This is the perfect solution.

It was just right that grandma and grandpa had moved away, otherwise Sophie Marceau and her daughter would really have no place to live.

It's not that there is no room, it's that the main room in the middle courtyard cannot be accommodated for her.

She cannot live in the main house in the backyard.

It happened that my grandpa and grandma moved out, and they lived in the east wing where they used to live.

Zhang Junping went to the backyard kitchen, took out a piece of pork belly from the refrigerator, put it in a basin, poured water on it, and thawed it.

Then start boiling water.

The soul of fried noodles lies in this cold water.

Unfortunately, there is no well in the yard, otherwise it would be better to use well water.

There are very few sweet water wells in Lao Bj Sijiu City, and most of them are bitter water wells.

Sweet water wells are generally concentrated in the Wangfujing area.

After boiling the water, pour it into a basin and place it under a fan to dry.

Zhang Junping started making noodles.

You have to roll the noodles with your hands so that they taste chewy.

Zhang Junping did some calculations and realized, my dear, there are eight apprentices living at home now, plus the two of them and the two daughters, there are a total of twelve people.

Zhang's parents and Zhang's mother didn't come back to eat in the evening, so they ate at the restaurant.

Seven Restaurants, the newly built restaurant outside Guang'an Gate is the main restaurant. Zhang's father and Zhang's mother usually stay at the main store, and occasionally they will visit other restaurants for inspection.

Although Zhang Junping has said many times, professional matters should be left to professionals.

Each restaurant has hired professional managers to take charge. They only need to listen to the reports and check the accounts.

As a result, the two people didn't listen at all and would sit in the restaurant every day. Although they did not interfere in the specific management, in their words, sitting in the restaurant, even if they did nothing, they felt at ease.

Zhang Junping knows that this is caused by the rapid development. His parents always have an unreal feeling about everything in front of them. They want to stare at it in person, as if they are not staring. The next day, when they open their eyes, such a big industry will take off.

Go the same way.

Zhang Junping had no choice but to let them be happy.

Zhang Junping's speed is very fast, enough noodles to feed twelve people.

Hand-rolled noodles and kneading are very important. Whether the noodles are delicious or not depends entirely on the kneading.

The reason why Qiu Wenyan and the others like to eat Zhang Junping's fried noodles is because Zhang Junping's strong hands make the noodles stronger.

After making the dough, use a rolling pin to roll it into a dough, then use a knife to cut it into long and thin strips, and the dough is ready by hand.

Putting the noodles aside, Zhang Junping took a look at the pork belly.

In summer, the ice thaws quickly.

By the time Zhang Junping was rolling out the noodles, the pork belly had already thawed.

Zhang Junping cut the pork belly into dices.

After the country heats up, add oil, then add rock sugar, wait until the rock sugar melts, add pork belly and garlic into the pot and stir-fry.

After the meat is colored, add the sauce, stir-fry a few times, add water, and wait for the water to boil.

The sauce, of course, is Liubiju’s yellow sauce.

The fried sauce was boiling here. Zhang Junping took another pot, started to boil water, and put in the noodles.

Cut the cucumber into shreds.

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"It's time to eat!" After the noodles were ready, Zhang Junping stood in the backyard and shouted, and suddenly a group of people came running over.

Zhang Junping first took a big bowl, filled it up himself, and then opened the bowl of noodles that everyone was vying for, feeling full of accomplishment.

Speaking of which, he rarely has the opportunity to cook. He only cooks an occasional meal to satisfy everyone's cravings.

No matter how big a man's career is outside, he must eventually return to his family.

Home is your eternal place.

When it came to washing the dishes, of course he didn't have to do it himself, his apprentice would do it for him.

Now, all of his apprentices have gone to junior high school.

There's no problem at all with tasks like washing pots and dishes.

In the evening, I supervised the apprentice after finishing his evening classes, chatted with his parents and Judy for a while after returning from the hotel, and then went back to the room to sleep.

"Are the children asleep?"
To be continued...