Chapter 40: The Strange and Bizarre Methods

  It's better to give a man a thousand-pound burden than to ask him to cook. This sentence, whose origin is unknown, has been perfectly embodied in our dads.

  Let's take a look at our Guo father, this guy walked through the back door and got pointed by Guo Xiaoyu, with one heart and one mind decided to make mantou. This thing is simple, just need to mix the dough well and it's done.

  But when he faced a bag of noodles, his eyes went black and he cried out in dismay: "How much is this thing?"

  Quietly, apparently no one responded to him. Guo Xiaoyi was looking for the old lady to continue learning paper-cutting, and Qin Feng's three-person group wouldn't know either, let alone tell Guo Dad.

  "It can't be helped, I'll just have to do it myself." Mr. Guo muttered to himself as he directly poured half a bag of flour into the basin. If Guo Xiaoyu saw this, she would definitely be shocked: "How many mantou are you planning on making?!"

  "Have some more water." Mr. Guo was lost in his own world at this moment, and he poured a ladle of water, pouring a little bit.

  Kneaded the flour a bit, feeling dry and rough, Dad Guo poured some more: "Add a little more."

  It's still a bit dry, add some more, it's still not good, continue to add some. Just like this, little by little, Dad Guo's scoop of water has reached the bottom, and he's also tragic. The dough in the basin is just a lump of thin mud, and it's the kind that can't be grasped.

  "It's done, too much water. Need some flour." Mr. Guo grabbed another handful of flour and sprinkled it in.

  "It's still a bit thin, add some more." Dad Guo said, grabbing another handful.

  "How can it still be so thin?" Guo's father was getting impatient, and directly poured the remaining half bag in. This time it's fun, it's dry again.

  "Ah..." Mr. Guo was about to collapse, and could only turn to Qin Feng for help, saying: "Quickly call that kid Guo Xiaoyu over."

  Qin Feng was in a tight spot this time, gripping the phone tightly and saying, "Guo Xiaoyu said that if you want to call him again, he'll refuse you."

  "Me..." Mr. Guo was at a loss for words, and could only point at Qin Feng threateningly, saying: "You tell him to wait, let's see how I'll deal with him when I get home. And you little brat, you just wait too."

  "What am I waiting for? Just me waiting. This is your father-son business, how did you drag me into it again? When you coaxed your son to get up this morning, he finally put the bill on my head, and now you're putting the bill on my head too! Who did I provoke?" Qin Feng was truly at a loss for words.

  Qin Feng thought for a moment, feeling that he should help Guo's father out, otherwise he was really afraid of Guo's father settling accounts after autumn. So he said: "You can go ask the old lady in the house."

  "Ask Grandma," Guo's father clapped his hands excitedly and shouted, "Right! How come I didn't think of that earlier? You little scamp, why didn't you say so earlier? Wait for me." After saying this, Guo's father ran inside to find Grandma.

  "Still waiting!" Qin Feng muttered to himself with a sorrowful face: "After crossing the river, they demolished the bridge. This father and son are of the same kind!"

  After Mr. Guo invited the old lady out, she looked at that bowl of things and couldn't help but exclaim: "Oh my, how did it end up like this."

  "Cough...cough..." Mr. Guo said somewhat awkwardly: "I don't know how to deal with this, so I just..."

  Director Guo, you're too modest! You can't even handle this? You can't handle anything at all!

  "Oh no, you can't be serious! How did you make so much? Is this for how many people?! You're not planning to feed all of them, are you?" The old lady pointed at Qin Feng and the others.

  "Cough...cough..." Mr. Guo was embarrassed by the words and replied with a bright red face: "There are only six adults bringing six children."

  "My goodness, how did you manage to get so much?! This is enough for dozens of people to eat!"

  "This won't do, it just won't do." Before the old lady could continue speaking, Father Guo said: "Auntie, please help me with this, otherwise the child will have no lunch today." As he spoke, he pitifully pointed to Little Art.

  This appearance, Guo's father would never believe it was his own doing, but for lunch, he also gave in.

  After hearing Mr. Guo's words, Grandma added a little water while complaining: "How can there be a father like you who doesn't even give his child lunch? Our Little Art is so lovely, how can she go hungry?" It's clear that Grandma really likes Little Art.

  "Yes, yes, yes, it's my fault, I'm guilty, I'll study cooking well from now on." Guo's dad nodded hastily beside him.

  We finally got into the right track here at our home, let's take a look at other families now.

  Wang Yuelun encountered the same problem as Guo Baba here, that is, this noodle dish was not good no matter how it was cooked, and what's more, it had become a complete mess, just a pile of mush.

  "This seems like too much water." Wang Dao, you don't need to say "seems", this isn't just a little more water, it's a lot more.

  "Whatever, let's just leave it like this." The magical Wang Dao simply ignored the pile of magical mud. He turned his head and poured all the vegetables given by the crew into the boiling pot, regardless of what they were.

  At this time, the neighbor next door had an aunt who walked over and looked at it strangely, finally walking away with a puzzled face. Don't say that Auntie didn't know what she was doing, did Wang Dao even know what he was doing?

  "Huh...... how can't this come down? I plucked......" It turned out that the noodles were directly stuck to Wang Dao's hand.

  After a lot of twists and turns, Wang Dao finally managed to get this nameless thing out of the pot. As for its color, fragrance, and taste... cough cough...

  Despite this, Ange still gave Wang Dao face. Even when he heard that he couldn't eat the things his father made, Ange couldn't help but burst into tears, which somewhat satisfied Wang Dao.

  With the hot pot seasoning, Tian Leng felt like he had a "magic weapon in hand, and the world was his". At this moment, he was proudly showing off to Dy the thing called Ma Shi in his hand.

  Tian Heng, Tian Heng, don't let that old man from Shaanxi see you, or he'll definitely come after your life.

  It's just this pot of stuff that's all mixed up, but in her eyes it became the most delicious thing in the world. As she ate, she praised, "Dad, this is so delicious, even better than what Uncle made yesterday."

  "Really?" Tian Cheng said with a happy face: "Then when I get home, I'll make it for you to eat every day, okay?" As soon as he finished speaking, Tian Cheng suddenly remembered that this meal was thanks to the hot pot seasoning, so he quickly added: "No way, Dad still has to work and doesn't have time."

  On one side, Tian Lian is trying his best to find a sense of accomplishment through his daughter, while on the other side, Guo Tuo has a real sense of accomplishment.

  Looking at a big pot of noodles, Guo Tuo's face was full of accomplishment. Guo Tuo is different from other dads, probably because he grew up eating noodles since childhood. Guo Tuo easily handled the flour and after mixing it well, he rolled out a large pancake, cut it into strips, and then cooked them in a pot. Guo Tuo's cooking skills are quite impressive!

  After finishing the noodles, Guo Chao also made a tomato scrambled egg, and the steaming hot mixed noodles were ready. You know what? Guo Chao's mixed noodles looked quite authentic!

  What is Cantonese chef Zhang Luang going to do now that he has been stumped by a staple food?

  Zhang Zhen encountered a problem that all dads have, which is that the noodles were too thin. However, his foundation was laid here, and no matter how bad the noodles were mixed, they wouldn't be as bad as those of Guo Dad and Wang Yuelun.

  The dough was too thin, what to do? Zhang Zhen was smarter than other dads. He directly wrapped the filling in the dough, so it didn't matter if the dough was a bit thin.

  Compared with these dads facing problems, Lin Zhiying is in a completely different mood, he is now facing a snowballing situation.

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