After saying sorry lightly, Zhang Fan put all his attention on Qiuqiu again, constantly teasing, causing Qiuqiu to giggle.

In the entire restaurant, only Qiuqiu's laughter echoed, but the rest of the people all opened their mouths wide and looked at Zhang Fan.

The unwitting guests just regarded Wang Mei as a guest with them, but this guest reacted too much.

But Su Rou and Liu Hai are insiders and know Wang Mei's identity well.

A three-Michelin-starred chef who has cooked for the British royal family and received good reviews. With all the aura in one, such a proud person would react so violently, and even ask Zhang Fan for advice.

However, what really shocked Su Rou and Liu Hai was Zhang Fan's understatement.

There is no nonsense, a straightforward refusal, and no regard for the face of Wang Mei's three-Michelin-starred chef.

Wang Mei's face changed for a while, clenched his silver teeth, staring at Zhang Fan's back, and a look of unwillingness surged in his eyes.

Just as he was about to speak again, he heard a stern reprimand from behind him.

"Wang Mei, what the hell are you doing!"

An angry scolding immediately pulled Wang Mei's thoughts back, she seemed to wake up from a dream, the unwillingness in her eyes became lighter and fainter, and finally, she completely returned to calm.

"I ...... What did you just say?" she muttered to herself like a dream.

Liu Hai came to Wang Mei with a gloomy face: "You said, you have to ask Mr. Zhang how to make egg fried rice." Wang Mei, don't forget your identity!"

"I ......"

Yang Mei suddenly realized, and suddenly a blush appeared on her pretty face, and she said in a low voice: "I'm sorry, Boss Liu, I offended." ”

"It's good to know. Liu Hai glared at Wang Mei viciously, but he was relieved in his heart, and the hanging stone also fell.

He was afraid, afraid that this Wang Mei would be unconsciously poached by Zhang Fan. Wang Mei has already started to consult Zhang Fan, if Zhang Fan tells Wang Mei, doesn't it mean that Wang Mei wants to jump ship next door?

If this is another cook, it will jump and jump, and it is a big deal to recruit a new one. Wang Mei is different, she is a three-star Michelin chef, Liu Hai spent a lot of money to recruit Wang Mei, which can be called the signature of the store, if she leaves, his restaurant will still open a fart, close the door as soon as possible.

Therefore, he wants to nip this possibility in the bud before Wang Mei has this thought.

But fortunately, things are not so bad, Wang Mei is just dizzy for a while, and Zhang Fan also seems to have little interest in accepting Wang Mei as an apprentice, which can be regarded as indirectly preserving Liu Hai's job.

"But then again, is this egg fried rice really that delicious?"

Bangs thought in his heart, and the expression on his face gradually became weird.

Wang Mei reacted, immediately returned to normal, came to Zhang Fan, and said apologetically: "Mr. Zhang, I was abrupt just now, please don't be surprised by Mr. Zhang." I didn't mean to covet it, I just couldn't help but ......"

When the last few words were spoken, Wang Meiqiao's face turned red again, and she seemed to be a little embarrassed to speak, so she simply didn't say it.

Zhang Fan turned around and said with a smile: "I understand, I don't blame Miss Wang." ”

"That's good. ”

Hearing this, Wang Mei immediately felt relieved and breathed a sigh of relief.

Just breathed a sigh of relief, Wang Mei suddenly felt very twisted, and secretly said mentally, in front of this Mr. Zhang, how did he become so treading on thin ice? No matter what he said, he was cautious, for fear of annoying Mr. Zhang......

Wang Mei secretly glanced at Zhang Fan, and saw that the latter was putting his whole heart on Qiuqiu, with a pure smile on his face, from the bottom of his heart.

Looking at it, Wang Meimei's eyes widened, and a seductive crimson gradually appeared on her face.

What kind of person is the person who can make this kind of egg fried rice?

"Miss Wang?" At this time, a strange female voice sounded in her ears.

"......" Wang Mei did not react.

"Miss Wang?" the person next to him called out again.

"Huh?"

Wang Mei came back to his senses, and suddenly found that Su Rou next to him was looking at him with an extremely strange look, and he dodged in a panic.

"What are you looking at?" asked Su Rou again.

"Didn't see anything. Wang Mei tidied up his shirt, looked away, and pretended to be calm.

"Boss, let's go back. In order to prevent Su Rou from continuing to ask, Wang Mei simply left here.

"You go back first, I want to try this egg fried rice too. Bangs waved his hand at Wang Mei, and then rubbed his hands with a look of anticipation.

Wang Mei ate the egg fried rice that was out of shape, what does it taste like?

Wang Mei rolled his eyes, then turned around and left the food shop.

However, after only a few steps, Wang Mei stopped, turned around again, and smiled at Zhang Fanwan: "Mr. Zhang, I will continue to ask you for advice in the future." ”

Zhang Fan raised his eyes, frowned slightly, didn't say anything, and quickly lowered his head to play with Qiuqiu.

"Hehe, Boss Zhang, bring me a bowl of egg fried rice. ”

At this time, Liu Hai came to Zhang Fan with a smile on his face, took out a hundred-yuan bill, put it in front of Zhang Fan, and said.

Zhang Fan raised his head again, looked at the big banknotes on the table, looked at the bangs with a smile on his face, and returned the banknotes on the table to Liu Hai: "I'm sorry, Boss Liu, it's sold out of fifty today, please come back tomorrow." ”

"What?!"

When Liu Hai heard this, he was immediately furious: "Sold out?"

"Yes. Afraid that Liu Hai wouldn't believe it, Zhang Fan stood up and explained with a smile: "Your subordinate Miss Wang is the last bowl." ”

“……”

Bangs twitched a little, and his eyes were dry with anger. I wanted to leave with a lot of backbone, but when I think about it, I seem a little unwilling to leave like this.

So he discussed in a stiff tone: "Be accommodating, bring me a bowl, and I'll pay double the money." ”

"No way. Zhang Fan looked serious and refused: "This is not a question of how much money there is, but a matter of principle." ”

“……”

Liu Hai felt that this Zhang Fan must be a fool, and he didn't make any money.

"Humph!"

He snorted heavily, and then left angrily.

After Liu Hai and Wang Mei left, the flow of people in the gourmet restaurant still did not decrease, and most of the customers finished eating two bowls of egg fried rice, but did not leave, but looked at Zhang Fan with blank eyes.

"Boss, can't you really order more?" The customers in the store looked at Zhang Fan with an expectant look.

"No, you can't. Zhang Fan replied very simply: "It's already an exception to let you eat two portions today." ”

"Alright then......"

"Alas, I can only come and eat tomorrow. ”

"Let's go, let's go......"

Looking at Zhang Fan's serious face, the guests knew that there was no play, and left the room slowly one by one.

Soon, the food shop became empty.

"It's time to close the doors. Zhang Fan grinned at Su Rou and asked, "How much profit did you make today?"

Su Rou sat at the cashier and quickly counted the amount, took the calculator and pressed it, and after a while, she raised her head and said, "I received fifty people today, excluding Miss Wang, there are forty-nine people in total, and they all ordered two copies, a total of eight thousand six hundred and twenty-four yuan." ”

"Not bad. ”

Zhang Fan nodded with satisfaction, then picked up Qiuqiu and pinched Qiuqiu's cute little nose: "Qiuqiu, we're going home." ”

"Good!"

Qiuqiu screamed happily, opened his arms, and waited for Zhang Fan to hug him.

Holding Qiuqiu in his arms, Zhang Fan walked out of the gourmet store and closed the door.

When I got home, it was already noon, and as soon as I got home, Zhang Fan didn't even have time to rest, so he ran into the kitchen to make lunch for Qiuqiu.

But as soon as Zhang Fan entered the kitchen, before he could fire, Qiuqiu quickly ran in, grabbed Zhang Fan's trouser legs, and shouted with some grievances: "Baba......"

"What's the matter, Qiuqiu, is it uncomfortable?" Looking at Qiuqiu's expression, Zhang Fan's expression immediately became serious, squatted down, and put his hand on Qiuqiu's forehead.

Qiuqiu wrinkled his cute little nose, pursed his mouth and said, "Baba, can we eat anything else today, don't eat egg fried rice......"

"Huh?"

Hearing this, Zhang Fan was stunned for a moment.

Looking at Qiuqiu's appearance, Zhang Fan patted his head and sighed: "How did I forget this?"

Egg fried rice has been developed for some time, and during this time, Qiuqiu and An You have been eating egg fried rice.

No matter how delicious the food is, if you eat it three times a day, you will get tired of it.

Especially today, Qiuqiu has already eaten delicious steaks, and her requirements will naturally change.

So now there is a very serious problem in front of Zhang Fan, that is, what to do in the future, can't you always make egg fried rice?

Now Qiuqiu and Anyou are tired of eating, and sooner or later, if they don't launch new products, the customers of the gourmet restaurant will also get tired of eating.

What should we do then?

Zhang Fan pondered for a while, and also felt that this was an urgent issue.

What should I do if I have a problem?

Find a system!

"System, system, come out!" Zhang Fan summoned the system directly in his mind.

Although it is not good to rely on the system for everything, this kind of thing cannot be solved by Zhang Fan, and can only be solved by the system.

"Host, please. ”

Soon, the sound of the cold machinery of the system sounded in Zhang Fan's mind.

"I'm going to learn new dishes. Zhang Fan was domineering and direct, and said straight to the point.

"I'm sorry, please don't be too ambitious, your egg fried rice proficiency is less than 100, and you can't learn other dishes. "The system coldly refused.

"How can I improve my proficiency?" Zhang Fan was stunned for a moment, and then asked curiously.

"Every time the host completes the egg fried rice, the proficiency increases a little, and the current proficiency is 82, which is not yet 100. ”

"I see. Zhang Fan nodded.

Every time you finish a dish, you increase your proficiency a little, which is not slow.

After a pause, regardless of the attitude of the system, he said straightforwardly: "System, I'm not too ambitious, but I love my children, my daughter said that I'm tired of eating egg fried rice, I can't continue to make egg fried rice for her, right? ”

“……”

Hearing this, the system fell silent, as if it was hesitating to pass on the new dish to Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan was not in a hurry and waited patiently.

"Okay. After a fierce ideological struggle, the system finally agreed: "So, what kind of dish do you want to learn?" ”

Hearing this, Zhang Fan's eyes suddenly lit up, it turned out that he could still bargain with the system?

Touching his chin and thinking for a while, he suddenly snapped his fingers: "I don't want any other complicated dishes, just just give me one of the eight major dishes in China." ”