"You're right. Zhang Han touched his cute brain melon and said: "Don't worry, the food will definitely be better and better in the future, and I promise, there are many delicious dishes that you have never tasted." ”

"Yes, what are they, can the boss talk about it?" Liang Mengqi and the others' eyes were about to glow.

Even Zhao Feng, who had no words, came to his senses for a while, and looked at Zhang Han with burning eyes.

"For example, fruits, crystal peaches, red apples, Jizo persimmons, nine-flavor fairy pears, etc., as well as all kinds of meat that you have not eaten, such as the delicious ghost wolf meat, dark demon tiger meat, and even green dragon meat, these you may have the opportunity to taste in the future, but recently you can eat Kobe beef, Taihu black pig, Wuzhumuqin sheep, these meats, are all beyond the 5A quality meat. Zhang Han said slowly.

The heavens and all the worlds, the ingredients are innumerable, and the delicacies abound, and the time is very long, and in the future, Zhang Han's cultivation will be improved, and it is still possible for them to taste one or two.

However, they are only possible, and Mengmeng is bound to be able to eat, because Mengmeng, as Zhang Han's daughter, has begun to extend her life indefinitely.

Liang Mengqi and them, after all, they are mortals, if it takes a hundred years for Zhang Han to leave the earth, then what are they waiting to eat? I'm afraid it will have already become a dry bone.

Everyone was confused, and they didn't know what Zhang Han was talking about, but now there are many kinds of fruits and meat, so they subconsciously thought that Zhang Han was talking about some good goods imported from abroad, but in the end, Kobe beef, Taihu black pig, and Uzhumuqin sheep have heard of it, especially the meat that surpasses 5A quality in the last sentence!

"And meat that surpasses 5A quality?" Liang Mengqi said with her mouth wide open and a little surprised.

"Don't talk about 5A, there are more than 10A's. Zhang Han chuckled.

"Wow, then, when can we eat meat?" Yu Qingqing said excitedly.

"After a while, you are a member of the restaurant, and I will cook for Mengmeng, so don't worry. Zhang Han shook his head and said.

"Okay, okay, then what are we going to eat in the morning?" Yu Qingqing asked again.

"Egg fried rice. Zhang Han replied.

A sentence was like pouring cold water, which made several people come back to their senses.

Just now, they all fell into an infinite reverie for a while, painting cakes to satisfy hunger, looking at plums to quench their thirst, and the expectation in their eyes could be seen by anyone.

"Mr. Zhao, this boss is very good at fooling, and your eyes are going to be green. ”

The two people who followed Zhao Dahu whispered:

"Yes, what he said is too godly, is the food here really so delicious?"

"Isn't it just egg fried rice, I often eat it, it seems that the egg fried rice in any house is the same flavor, the egg fried rice here is good, you can't eat other flavors, right?"

The man didn't believe it at first.

But by the time he got his first bite of egg fried rice.

His expression changed completely, as if he was worshipping, and he quickly ate up the egg fried rice with great reverence, and then asked for a second serving, and then asked for another after eating.

This scene made Mengmeng a little surprised, and whispered in Zhang Han's ear:

"Baba, Baba, look, that little brother has eaten three servings......"

Zhang Han couldn't help but laugh a little when he saw it, he had seen three bowls of wine in a row, but he had never seen three bowls of egg fried rice in a row.

This person ate three servings in a row, but as everyone knows, this highest record was broken by eating four servings in a row in a few days.

And the man, after eating three meals and drinking two cups of milk, burped and said with a sigh on his face:

"This is not egg fried rice, this is simply divine rice, oh my God, I can actually eat the taste of life, ah, what to do, I still want to eat ......"

"Don't eat it, who is responsible?" said his companion angrily.

not only persuaded him to eat less, but also muttered in his heart:

"Damn, Lao Tzu has a treat, this guy is really going to die! Three points of rice and two cups of milk, how much does it cost......

The man paid the money in great pain and left the restaurant in grief.

The reason why he was sad was because he felt that he had to spend a lot of money to eat here in a month, and the important thing was ....... The salary is not enough!

If you want to eat, you don't have money, it's a very painful thing.

Liang Mengqi and the three of them washed the tableware before leaving, Zhao Feng saw it in his eyes, and felt that he seemed to be able to buy a set of tableware.

After everyone left, the time came to eight o'clock, and Ziyan called every day.

chatted with Zhang Han for a while, and the topics of the two gradually increased when they communicated on the phone, sometimes Ziyan would tell Zhang Han some interesting things about shooting the MV, and Zhang Han would say some things about playing with Mengmeng.

This kind of chat made the relationship between the two improve a lot, and that very strange feeling began to dissolve.

It's just that this made Mengmeng a little dissatisfied, and she was noisy: "Baba, Ma Maguang is talking to you, hmm... The time is getting longer and longer, and the time to talk to Meng Meng is getting less......"

In the morning, Zhang Han accompanied the little princess to watch cartoons, and after watching for two hours, Zhang Han and Mengmeng began to draw and play again.

"Baba, guess what I drew this?" Meng Meng simply drew a human face.

He has a rough appearance, a distant face, two small dots on his eyes, two slightly larger nostrils, a non-straight horizontal line on his mouth, and only three or two wavy hairs on his head.

"Pig?" Zhang Han said in a hesitant tone.

"Well, it's not a pig. Mengmeng's expectant eyes were stunned, and she said in a dissatisfied tone: "Baba, you are taking a closer look to see if it looks like Baba." ”

"Poof... Ahem...."The corners of Zhang Han's mouth trembled, and he said in a pretended suspicious tone: "Then Dad guess it, I'll take a look, hey? It's me. ”

"Huh, really, does Baba really see it?"

"Oh, isn't this my father? Haha, it's so beautiful, it's like my father. Zhang Han showed a soft and happy smile and said something against his will.

"Cluck.... Baba, Baba is already handsome...."Got Baba praise, Mengmeng is happy now.

Noisyly, he drew a hemp next to Baba again.

Looking at 'Ziyan', whose face was longer than a donkey', and her sesame-like eyes, Zhang Han laughed.

I'm afraid that if Ziyan sees it, her expression will be very interesting.

I drew Baba and Ma Ma, and Meng Meng wanted to paint one of herself again.

"Huh?"

Meng Meng was stunned after happily finishing the painting, looking at the 'self' she painted, she was not satisfied at all, and pouted: "It's not like it, it's not like Meng Meng......"

In her heart, Meng Meng should be the Q version of the cute Meng Meng on the plaque of the restaurant.

"Come on, dad draw a cute ......"

Zhang Han hurriedly picked up the pen and rescued the scene.

A morning was spent in laughter.

Approaching twelve o'clock, the restaurant welcomed two groups of customers.

The first batch was Sun Dongheng, the blonde man who came last time, this time driving a BMW Z4 and pulling another tall beauty over.

It seems that this kid should be a bubble girl maniac.

"Good afternoon, big brother boss. Sun Dongheng greeted warmly, and suddenly remembered that in this restaurant, the boss may not necessarily buy it, and he must be cute and cute, so he hurriedly looked at Meng Meng and smiled more enthusiastically: "Good afternoon, little princess Mengmeng.....

"Hmph, okay. Meng Meng blinked her big clear eyes and snorted softly, the little princess still remembered how loud he was in the restaurant.

"Wow, what a cute little North Nose. The beauty beside Sun Dongheng said exaggeratedly.

"Of course, the boss is amazing, of course his daughter is better, let's sit here, the round table is the boss and cute." Sun Dongheng took the beautiful woman and sat down at the small table by the window.

"Are these three small tables a place for customers?" the beautiful woman grinned, a little incredulous.

"Well, it's good to have something to eat, and you'll know when you're done, even if it's standing up, someone will be willing. "Sun Dongheng is now completely conquered by Zhang Han's egg fried rice, and he looks like I'm a diehard fan.

"Big brother boss, when are you going to cook?" Sun Dongheng felt a little hungry, so he asked.

Zhang Han glanced at the time, it was only eleven forty, so he replied, "Wait a while, I'll cook the rice first." ”

"Okay. Sun Dongheng responded.

Zhang Han cooked a little less rice this time, six cups of rice.

When it was time to cook the rice, Zhang Han began to mix noodles.

The noodles and rice of Crescent Mountain are also of the same size, and the white rice makes people taste delicious, so the white flour steamed buns will also pull people's hearts.

The steamed steamed buns with good quality noodles are very fragrant, and they are both strong and mellow when you bite into them, and the crescent mountain, the best white noodles in the world, is afraid that the food made will conquer a large number of people.

There are more ways to make pasta, steamed buns, flower rolls, fritters, buns, noodles, bread, cakes, etc., there are so many things that can be made.

And at noon today, Zhang Han does not plan to steam steamed steamed buns, steamed steamed buns are also knowledgeable, steamed steamed buns to make noodles, after a long time, there may be a sour taste, alkaline noodles will be yellow if you put too much, some alkaline taste, and there is also a technique of mixing noodles, the amount of water added, etc., in a word: all details.

Zhang Han hasn't studied this aspect yet, and there is only one kind of thing he can do, and that is to make dumplings!

When Zhang Han was young, he made dumplings with his parents many times, at that time his father rolled the dough, and his mother was responsible for the dough, and Zhang Han pressed a small piece of dough into a flat circle on the side, which was convenient for rolling dough.

Several times, Zhang Han also remembered the whole process of making dumplings, although he has forgotten some details now, but you will know it at Baidu, and it will be clear to Zhang Han after checking it for a while.