That feeling is like a daughter-in-law meeting her mother-in-law, and it is like there is some ancient beast on the second floor.

Unconsciously, Liang Mengqi's heartbeat accelerated slightly, and she walked up quietly, she seemed to have heard the laughter and laughter upstairs, and seemed to hear the crisp and pleasant female voice that was unexpected except for Zhou Fei and Zhang Li.

Mom, it's time to see your true colors.

Liang Mengqi muttered in her heart.

But just halfway through, suddenly, a figure appeared at the top of the stairs on the second floor.

Liang Mengqi looked at it intently, and her lips couldn't help curling:

"Boss, why are you here?"

"Huh?"

Zhang Han was stunned, what do you mean why am I here?

"I'll go downstairs and get a glass of milk. Zhang Han replied with a chuckle.

"Oh. Liang Mengqi nodded and said, "That's right, there is a foreign friend downstairs, who is a Michelin food agent, he said that he wants to taste your food, that kid came here to eat at noon, and ate a face of rice, hehehe." ”

As she spoke, Liang Mengqi laughed a little funny.

It was Zhang Han, who didn't have any unexpected exaggerated expressions, and walked downstairs very indifferently.

When I got to the first floor, I saw the blonde man as well.

After Pearson saw Zhang Han, his expression was straight, and his face unconsciously put on a cold and arrogant face, and said without being salty or light:

"Ahem, hello boss, let me introduce you officially, my name is Pearson, and I am a Michelin food agent. ”

As he spoke, Pearson looked at Zhang Han without a trace, as if he wanted to see the boss shocked and incredulous, and then came over to him politely.

Pearson felt refreshed when he thought about it, the treatment in this restaurant made him too unhappy, hum, the boss knew his identity, and when he stammered himself, he had to be a little more reserved.

However.

Zhang Han just let out a faint 'um', then walked to the bar, poured a glass of milk, turned to leave, went upstairs, and disappeared at the top of the stairs.

The whole set of movements was not muddy in the slightest, and even at first Pearson glanced at him when he introduced himself, and then, and then he was gone.

"I, you, him......"

At this moment, Pearson was at a loss, he stretched out his hand to Zhang Han's back, and wanted to say something to save him, but the words were stuck in his throat.

"This..."

After Zhang Han's figure disappeared on the first floor, Pearson looked shocked and incredulous, and finally turned into a deflated loss.

After seeing his appearance, Liang Mengqi couldn't help but smile and said:

"You, let's go back and eat honestly, don't say that you are, it is estimated that the senior management of Michelin is here, and the boss will not agree. ”

"Oh no, how could this be...", Pearson walked to his seat with his head down.

At this moment, Sun Ming, who was eating silently, coughed lightly and said:

"Mr. Pearson, I have two pieces of chicken here, and I think if you don't like it, you can take them and taste them. ”

Although Zhang Han didn't pay attention to Pearson, Sun Ming was in business, and his eyes would be biased towards business, no matter from any point of view, the praise of Michelin's food agent was good for the restaurant, so he desperately held back his tongue and chose to give up two pieces of chicken.

At the same time, he was also a little funny, he didn't eat much chicken usually, but in this restaurant, I guess no one can help it.

"Huh?" Pearson was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed, nodded again and again, and said, "Okay, thank you, sir." ”

As he spoke, Pearson hurriedly grabbed a paper plate and chopsticks and sandwiched the two pieces of chicken.

When he returned to his seat, Liang Mengqi and the others looked over.

"Yo, my eyes are about to fall in!" Zhao Dahu snorted lightly and said, "This great gourmet, please taste it!"

"Oh. ”

Pearson came back to his senses, smiled and nodded, his face flushed, and said:

"The dish pays attention to the color and flavor, so let's talk about this color first, this kind of braised method, the reddish brown color is very good, the color is not dark or shallow, it is very moderate, and the appearance is very good. ”

"Talking about this fragrance, as I just said, the taste is strong, the fragrance is overflowing, it is fascinating, if you say 100 points out of 100, then in terms of color, I will give 100 points, then this fragrance, I will give 110 points!

"As for the taste..."

As he spoke, Pearson put the chicken cube in his mouth and tasted it with his eyes closed.

It's just that the mouth of this thing is chewing faster and faster?

After a few bites, he ate the first piece of chicken, and then picked up the second piece, and ate it quickly with his mouth like a rabbit eating.

Ten seconds later, the second piece of chicken was eaten.

"Oh......"

Pearson exhaled a long breath of extreme enjoyment.

"How's it going, man. Yu Qingqing asked with a smile.

"Very, very, very good!"

Pearson looked over, there was a wave of amazement in his eyes, and said: "This chicken is the most fragrant I have ever tasted, better than other chickens such as Australian Black Chicken, Brace Chicken, Los Angeles Red Chicken, etc., this is incredible, how can it be three loess chickens?"

"Don't ask why. Zhao Feng shook his head slightly, and said: "We have all seen the local chicken raised by the boss with our own eyes, and it is indeed the three loess chickens, as for why the taste is so good, it is unknown, maybe the boss's cooking skills are more superb?"

"No no no!" Pearson shook his head and said, "The cooking is definitely great, but the taste is not something that can be made with cooking alone!"

"So, what about the taste, what about your rating?" said Liang Mengqi with wide eyes.

"Taste..."

Pearson lowered his head and muttered for a moment, and when he raised his head, there was an affirmation in his eyes, and said, "If it's a hundred points out of one, then I'll give a thousand points for the taste of this chicken!"

Liang Mengqi and the others shook their heads with a smile when they heard this.

They didn't know how incredible it would be to be able to get that score from Pearson's mouth.

Originally, Pearson had to comment on it, but since his identity was revealed, it didn't hurt to say a little more, but ......

"Lao Tie, my friend has been queuing for a long time, are you eating or not?"

"Well..."

......

Pearson's review is a small episode in the life of the restaurant, Zhang Han certainly doesn't care about the evaluation of any star restaurant, it can be said that if there is no Meng Meng, then this restaurant will not exist, and people will not be able to taste such delicious food at all.

The evening business did not end until eight o'clock, an extra hour, of course, because of the large number of people in line.

Even when it came to the back, when the people queuing up to enter the restaurant saw that there were not too many egg fried rice and clear soup noodles, they forcibly endured their appetite and served less, because they understood the hearts of foodies, and the loss of queuing for an hour was simply not too uncomfortable if they couldn't eat.

So the end of the dinner was perfect, and almost everyone tasted the restaurant's new consommé noodles.

Until half past eight, Zhao Feng cleaned up the first floor, said hello to Zhou Fei and Zhang Li who were watching TV on the first floor, and left.

"Zhang Li. Zhou Fei's eyes drifted to the desktop of the computer counter, where there was a thick pile of money, and she said in a somewhat curious tone: "Let's go and check how much money we made for dinner?"

"Okay, let's go!" Zhang Li's eyes lit up.

The two of them leaned over, divided the money in half and checked it.

"Huh, Aunt Feifei, Aunt Lily, what are you doing? Uh-huh, baba, baba, come on, there's a thief!"

Meng Meng walked down with small steps, and after seeing the two of them checking the money, Meng Meng waved her little arms and shouted.

Ziyan and Zhang Han walked down behind Mengmeng, and after seeing Mengmeng's small appearance of 'protecting food', they couldn't help but smile.

"Mengmeng, we're here to help your dad check the money for free. Zhou Fei couldn't help but reply, but as soon as she finished speaking, she forgot where she found, so she patted her forehead and said, "Oh, little ancestor, I forgot about it." ”

So Zhou Fei could only start again, and finally, a few minutes later, Zhou Fei exhaled a long breath and said:

"It's done, twenty-one thousand two hundred dollars! Lily, how much is yours?"

"Mine is twenty-three thousand one. Zhang Li raised the wad of money in her hand.

"I'll wipe it! Twenty-one thousand two plus twenty-three thousand one, this is forty-four thousand three, I'll go, brother-in-law, you earned more than 44,000 at night, it's too ruthless brother-in-law! You can easily earn one million a month this month!" Zhou Fei said with an exaggerated face.

"Okay, fuss. Ziyan gave her an angry look.

"Hehehe, Sister Yan, brother-in-law is amazing, I'm not happy!" Zhou Fei put the money on the counter, said a word, and walked over with a smile.

"I think you should have sewn it up for you. Ziyan snorted lightly.

This girl screams from her brother-in-law, she is used to it, and she is obviously not with him yet.

Zhang Li, who was at the bar, put all the money in the drawer casually, walked to the back of the sofa, and said, "Brother, it's almost half past eight, I have to go back to work." ”

"Oh, let's go back and drive slowly. Zhang Han nodded.

"Uh-huh, then I'll go back, Feifei, sister-in-law, Mengmeng, bye-bye, I'm leaving. Zhang Li said hello to each other.

"Wait, I'll go too, you give me a ride. Hearing this, Zhou Fei hurriedly stood up and said, "Sister Yan, you can live here by yourself, I am too tired to sleep next to you." ”

Zhou Fei is also used to sleeping alone, tossing and turning alone is very casual, not to mention sharing a bed with others.

"I live here by myself?"

Ziyan was slightly stunned, and then her heart was dry, and her expression was a little cowardly.

I'm sleeping here? How can this work?

Living here like this?

No, no, this can't work, Zhang Han hasn't chased himself yet.

Ziyan secretly glanced at Zhang Han, thought about it, and said with some hesitation: "We have to work tomorrow morning, or... Shall I go back too?"