“I knew how to make noodles when I was young, and I will be a good bricklayer when I grow up,” Lanze said.

"Foresight." Zhang He gave a thumbs up.

"In fact, their works can be eaten as steamed buns."

"Isn't there no filling?"

"Crack open the stuffed and half-pulled meatballs and heat them up to make meat buns. Add a piece of sorghum glutinous rice and once it is heated and sugared, it becomes sweet buns. The taste is more self-service."

"Is this Roujiamo?"

Children's works have become variations of Roujiamo.

"The stuffed sorghum cake tastes good. The kids are a bit addicted to this self-service. They choose the color by themselves, knead the dough by themselves, make the steamed buns by themselves, and choose the flavor by themselves."

"Give them something good to eat."

He couldn't accept Zhang He's words.

Fortunately, Zhang He discovered it on his own. She laughed dryly, picked up a few small buns with normal shapes and colors in the bowl.

Those were the meat buns made by Lan Ze. Now he makes the buns himself, and the meat used in the stuffing is all diced. The shrimps used are also whole. This makes the stuffing easy to spread, so he uses starch and a lot of eggs.

Clear as an adhesive.

All in all, he just thought it was delicious. The four children didn't have any objections anyway.

Zhang He heated up the buns, gave one to Xiaomi, and sat down at the dining table to eat. After just one bite, she realized: "This tastes good. Your cooking skills have improved again."

Lan Ze brought several cups of milk on a tray. He handed a cup to Xiaomi first, and then went out to distribute the milk to the others. He returned to the kitchen, put down the tray and said, "Why don't we go out to eat at noon? Let's make braised noodles for you."

.You and your son eat together."

"Can you also make braised noodles?"

"If I don't eat them, they have to eat them too."

Zhang He has not entered the bedroom since he returned home. Lan Ze has not entered either.

This is all thanks to the four children. Even if they are playing with themselves, it does not mean that adults can look away.

Lan Ze immediately ran out to find the other three children.

It was fine for Xiaomi to stay in the kitchen by herself, but Zhang He was there. The two of them shared the buns and ate them quite harmoniously.

After a while, Zhang He came out of the kitchen with Xiaomi.

Her attention was completely occupied by the children. After returning home, she did nothing else but played with her children and watched them play. Each of her four sons had their own little personality. She thought

I often met them through projection, and I became very familiar with them. Unexpectedly, when we were actually together, we were full of surprises and surprises.

For example, millet. She never knew that this kid could eat so much! She didn’t finish the remaining buns, but they were all stuffed by this kid! She was shocked!!

"He ate all my four remaining buns! He ate six!!" When Zhang He took Xiaomi to the game room, Lan Ze was looking for building blocks for his sons on the cabinet.

"It's okay, just eat less for lunch." Lan Ze said calmly.

He piled several identical building blocks in the bag in the middle of the floor mat. The bag was very big, half as tall as the child. Diandian and Xiaomai started to work. They pulled the cotton rope and opened the bag.

Douzi looked at Xiaomi with a mysterious smile on his face.

"Ah..." Xiaomi's face fell. "I didn't eat more. I wasn't full."

"Yeah. I understand." Dad didn't care whether he was full or not. He only knew that there was a reason why this kid was half a head taller than others.

Douzi chuckled, untied the string of a cloth bag, yelled, and jumped in.

Lan Ze looked at him helplessly. Doesn't this kid have a headache?

He really didn't feel any pain. Douzi grabbed big blocks and threw them into the sky excitedly. Soon the blocks fell everywhere, including on his brother's head.

"Douzi, if you throw blocks at people again, I'll spank you." Lan Ze threatened.

"Oh! I won't throw it away." Douzi agreed in a rough voice. He bent down and grabbed the leg of the bag with all his strength.

There was a crash. The blocks rolled out in a large area. Douzi swayed and sat down with a thud. The blocks he had just lifted up were everywhere, and there happened to be one behind him.

"Ouch~" The boy whispered, his face changed. He stretched his hands behind his back and rubbed it, and immediately got up pretending to be nonchalant. It was as if he was not the one in pain.

"Our son..." Zhang He knocked on his head with a look of disbelief on his face.

"It's just like a bear. You'll be fine once you get used to it."

Xiaomi didn't open the bag of building blocks at all. He leaned on the bag with his belly and lay down on it. He looked like I was annoyed and decadent.

Wheat and Diandian dragged the big bags to the wall and were already working together. They arranged the blocks in long rows against the wall according to their colors.

The way the four children use building blocks is unconventional. However, no one has stipulated that the building blocks must be assembled, not played with, cannot be used as cushions, and cannot be placed in a long slide.

Anyway, they have to clean up after themselves before dinner.

Otherwise there will be no food to eat.

Lan Ze looked at the child for a while.

Xiaomi finally came to life, put aside the bag of blocks used as a cushion, and went to the wall to study colors with the two.

Lan Ze saw that it was almost time and went back to the kitchen to make lunch.

First cut some lean meat into cubes, and then cut into a few fat meat cubes. After marinating with salt and seasoning, cut into cubes of bamboo shoots and mushrooms.

Then knead the noodles. After kneading the noodles, stir-fry the chopped ingredients into the noodle stew. The noodles are thickened with the stew, take it out, and then slowly knead the dough.

The noodles are cooked, one big bowl, four small bowls, and the noodles are poured with marinade...

After Zhang He entered the house, he didn't drink any water, so Lan Ze specially put some more soup in the noodles for her.

After cooking for them, he opened the refrigerator and looked for his own fat-gaining lunch box. He still had to try to gain fat. What if it worked again?

Although he has become quite proficient in drawing eyebrows and eyeliner, he has never stopped practicing eyebrow drawing and eyeliner. But after all, the white hair has not spread on a large scale.

In fact, there are already a few black ones in his eyelashes. But they are not enough to form a normal outline, and they still have to be painted.

During lunch, several children sat at the small table and picked out their own noodles with chopsticks. They had already picked up their own utensils to eat, but they just spilled more soup and water. When clearing the table, be more careful

Wipe it once.

Zhang He and Lan Ze sat at the big table.

Zhang He lowered his head and took a sip of the soup, and then began to slurp the noodles. She had just eaten steamed buns, and there were not many noodles in the bowl, just a lump. She finished it quickly.

So she held the soup and looked around.

There is a picture frame on the wall directly above Lan Ze's head. The things inside look familiar...

So she pointed to the wall and asked: "Your work?"

Lan Ze looked back: crab shell.

He was addicted to piecing together crab shells for a while. Then he found a large frame and slowly glued his most proud work into the frame. The big mecha and breastplate were made of several large pieces of back shell that were polished and spliced ​​together.
Chapter completed!