"Okay, yes, sir, come here, please on the second floor. When the woman heard this, she knew that a big customer was coming, and welcomed Zhang Han to the second floor with a very enthusiastic smile.

"Sir, your daughter is so beautiful, it would be better to take care of her hair. The woman looked at Meng Meng and her eyes lit up.

When Mengmeng was with Zhang Han, she always hugged her head naturally, but that time she went to the beach, Zhang Han tied Mengmeng with a sky-high ponytail.

Rao is so, and the cute and exquisite little face also controls that alternative hairstyle.

There are no ugly hairstyles in the world, only people who can't control their hairstyles, and some people, whether they have long or short hair, are very good-looking.

And some people have fewer suitable hairstyles, such as perm hair will be seen, or straight hair looks good, etc., if they change their hairstyle, it may not be what will look like for a long time, just like getting a cockscomb for a bald man, there will be a sense of disobedience.

And cute, with a good face and a versatile hairstyle, this will also make the staff of the photo studio much easier.

"Of course my daughter is beautiful, you can look at the hairstyle. Zhang Han chuckled.

In the face of praise, Meng Meng was of course very happy, humming the song quietly, in one afternoon, Meng Meng changed several hairstyles and took ten photos alone.

There are puffing appearances, happy and laughing appearances, cute pouting mouths, and pouting goldfish mouths with puffed faces and closed eyes.

Even the photographer wants to look cute and crying, because he loves art, and he feels that such photos will definitely pull people's heartstrings and make people pity.

So he came up with an idea.

"Hyun ...... What is it that wants to cry?" Meng Meng asked curiously, blinking her big clear eyes.

When Zhang Han heard this, he glared directly and replied:

"I want to be a fart, but I don't take it. ”

The photographer's expression froze, and he hurriedly smiled, and began to take a photo of Zhang Han and Mengmeng.

If you take a group photo, Meng Meng is even happier, there is a photo of riding the neck, Meng Meng is riding on the neck of Baba , raising her hands, leaving a happy little face, and Zhang Han on the bottom side is a happy smile that anyone can see.

Of course, there are also photos of Meng Meng kissing Baba, as well as big faces sticking to small faces, as well as Meng Meng snuggling in Zhang Han's arms, big hands holding small hands and many other styles.

After taking the photo, the photographer added Zhang Han's WeChat and told him that the photo would be processed in the evening and washed out and sent to the restaurant tomorrow morning.

Zhang Han went downstairs to pay and left directly, before leaving, the photographer was still praising it:

"The photos of Mr. and your lady are the best and most heartwarming photos I have ever taken......"

In the face of praise, Zhang Han just smiled lightly.

As soon as he got in the car, Zhang Han's mobile phone rang, and when he took it out, it was Zhang Li's girl calling.

"Brother, your restaurant is open, right?

"Yo, what's the matter, and you're starting to make fun of your brother?" Zhang Han replied with a smile.

Zhang Han also likes the jokes of his relatives, and only when he is with his family does Zhang Han feel that he is a relative, not Hanyang Xianjun.

Family affection cannot be changed by differences in class strength.

"I'm not making fun of you, I know what you cook, do you remember, on my fifteenth birthday, you cooked once, what happened?" Zhang Li said with a smile.

"As a result, we had a day's stomach after eating, and in the end, you went to our mother to complain, saying that my brother was going to murder you. Zhang Han said with a smile.

I also recall the image of that time in my mind.

At that time, Zhang Li was fifteen years old and he was eighteen years old, although he was very open in Beijing, young and frivolous, and some people were in his eyes, but for his sister, he still hurt very much, and that time Zhang Li had a birthday, Zhang Han wanted to give a special gift.

So after thinking about it, I decided to make a 'big meal' myself, and it turned out that everyone knew that this big meal was like a laxative.

From then on, Zhang Li would always call Zhang Han 'the kitchen killer!'

If Liang Mengqi knew about this matter, it is estimated that they would be shocked.

"Hmph!" Zhang Li snorted lightly and said, "I thought you forgot, I will have a holiday the day after tomorrow, go to your place." ”

"Well, this time you came, I will let you see my brother's real cooking skills. Zhang Han smiled slightly.

It is estimated that Zhang Li ate her own food, so she was reluctant to leave.

That's fine, after all, her night DJ work is not very good, she has to stay up until the second half of the night every day, day and night are reversed, it's still very hard, the important thing is that there are people in that kind of place, there are people of all religions and nine streams, and most of the people who watch the scene at night are people in society, Zhang Li is also a slim beauty, don't think about it, there will be some people who don't have long eyes will bother her.

Instead of doing that job, it's better to stay in your own restaurant and have nothing to do with the dishes.

At this time, Zhang Han had already prepared that when Zhang Li came, the food prepared would be more sumptuous, leaving her here completely.

Zhang Li smiled after hearing this, and hung up the phone after saying a few words to Zhang Han.

"Baba, yes.... Is my aunt coming to visit?" Mengmeng asked with some curiosity in the back seat.

"Yes, your aunt will come the day after tomorrow. Zhang Han nodded.

"Hmm..... That, that Ma Ma will also come back the day after tomorrow! Ba Ba we don't have to go to the big bird to pick up Ma Ma. Meng Meng reminded in a milky voice.

"Your mother won't arrive until ten o'clock in the evening, we can drive there at nine o'clock, and your aunt should come during the day. Zhang Han said.

"Oh. Meng Meng responded crisply, her big clear eyes blinked, I didn't know what she was thinking, and finally, five minutes later, Meng Meng said in a milky voice: "Baba, hmm..... That Miss Kiki said today that she loves you. ”

She was joking. Zhang Han couldn't help but smile.

"That, that.... Not.... No, Ma Ma can love Baba, others can'...... "Although Meng Meng doesn't know how to love, she understands that Baba and Ma Ma can love and love together.

"Your mother ...... her" Zhang Han shook his head with a smile, groaned, and replied: "Mengmeng, it's enough for Dad to have you, you don't have to worry." ”

"Uh-huh, baba, mama, cute, want to be together, Forever, um...... Never separate... Never separate)" There was a firmness and expectation in the tone of Meng Meng's milk voice.

"Well, Forever. Zhang Han nodded solemnly.

Putting Ziyan aside, Meng Meng will definitely be with her forever, a hundred years, a thousand years, ten thousand years..... Forever.

"Or ...... In order to be cute, soak the child's mother first?"

Zhang Han thought about it in his heart.

"It's too much, so let's go with the flow. ”

In terms of emotional things, Zhang Han likes to go with the flow, just like he likes quality life, and enjoys this spiritual pursuit.

And Zhang Han is not sure about his emotional positioning for Ziyan, love Mengmeng is true, but he is not love for Ziyan, and Ziyan doesn't know what attitude he has towards himself, after all, the time for the two people to contact is too short.

It's the chatting in the past few days that has brought the two closer together, and sometimes they will talk about some interesting things, which feels like a conversation between good friends who have just made.

From friends to lovers, this process is an important memory in the lives of two people.

In the future, from the initial love to the final bland and happy love, this is another process, and Zhang Han subconsciously feels that it won't be long before Ziyan will fall under her jeans.

Back at the restaurant, Zhang Han took a shower for Mengmeng in the afternoon.

Meng Meng sat in the bath full of foam, very happy, the little palms kept waving the foam, and hummed the song with a milky voice:

"Oh yes, I love bathing... The skin is good, oh oh oh, I love to take a bath with good skin, oh oh oh, I love to take a bath......"

The little princess only remembered this sentence, but just this sentence, Meng Meng was humming from beginning to end, which made Zhang Han laugh again and again.

Although the song hums intermittently, the cute voice also inherits Ziyan's bloodline, which is a little childish, but the timbre is also very beautiful and charming.

The clock was fast approaching half past five.

Although the opening hours written at the door are 18.00-19.00, it seems that some people already know that there is no place to sit at the party, so at half past five, six customers have already come.

Among the six people, one was met by Zhang Han once, and it seemed to be one of them who followed Zhao Dahu at noon.

Obviously, he was conquered by this egg fried rice and pulled his friends to taste one or two.

At this time, Zhang Han also began to cook rice, and not long after, Sun Dongheng walked in alone.

This time, he didn't bring a girl, because he felt that he was not a member here, and not only could he not pretend to be forced to bring a beautiful woman over, but it even seemed that he had no money, so he planned that he would not bring a woman over again before he bought the membership card.

"Full?" Sun Dongheng looked at the three tables where there were already six people, was slightly stunned, turned his head to look at Zhang Han, and asked:

"Big brother boss, it's full here, can I sit there?" ”

As he spoke, Sun Dongheng pointed to the member seats that Liang Mengqi and the others bought.

"No, you can't. Zhang Han replied lightly.

This made Sun Dongheng smile wryly, sighed lightly and stood in line on the side of the dining table.

Sun Dongheng was originally a little rich second generation, and his temper was also very average, a typical love to pretend, a bottle is less than half a bottle, but in this Zhang Han's restaurant, he really has no temper.

The owner is too personable and treats the diners in a way that is simply bad.

Let the diners serve their own meals, and only members can taste the delicious food! And they never give change when they give money!

The first two times, Sun Dongheng gave money, and he waited for two seconds, but after seeing Zhang Han casually put the money in the drawer and turned around, he realized that the boss didn't plan to look for money at all!

He didn't think it mattered if it was 180 yuan, after all, the egg fried rice here was a must.

Putting aside the matter of looking for money, I am also a regular customer and a die-hard fan!

'The membership card here!'

Sun Dongheng gritted his teeth and thought firmly in his heart.