Chapter 187 Hope

"Well, I won't mess around anymore, I'll be the boss's follower from now on." Zhao Feng replied with a smile.

"I think you are my dear boss who wants to eat delicious food, right? Hmph, but even if you are the boss's follower, you are better than your foolish fool. You can really consider being the boss's follower." Liang Mengqi pouted and said, not believing his words.

"I really left the gang." Zhao Feng shook his head slightly and said.

"Really?" Liang Mengqi believed him when she saw his expression. She looked Zhao Feng up and down, and said, "Do you love me? It has nothing to do with me. I only like our boss."

"You are not allowed to like my papa, hum." Mengmeng said vigilantly from the side.

This beautiful big sister is the most dangerous, she always says she loves Papa, hum, when Ma Ma comes back, she must tell Ma Ma.

"I not only like your papa, I also like you, hehehe." Liang Mengqi said with a smile.

"I don't want it." Mengmeng pouted and turned her head.

After Zhang Han opened the door, a group of people walked into the restaurant.

"Boss, what are we having for lunch today?" Yu Qingqing asked as she glanced at the kitchen counter.

"Why do you keep asking so many questions? What do you do and eat?" Liang Mengqi gave her a white look.

"Our Qingqing is a carnivore, boss, when will we have a whole pig feast next time!" Zhao Dahu interjected.

"It depends on your mood." Zhang Han replied casually: "I also have some meat at noon, and eat sausage fried rice."

"There's a new product! It's so exciting!" Yu Qingqing's eyes lit up, and the smell of sausages rang out, drooling.

Zhao Feng and the others sat at the normal dining table and chatted.

Zhang Han put Mengmeng on the sofa and let the little guy watch TV for a while, while he went to the kitchen to prepare lunch.

Sausage fried rice is mainly to add sausage on the basis of egg fried rice, and the number of eggs is reduced, so that most of the fried rice tastes like sausage.

The sausage made by Zhang Hanrang is red sausage, which is produced in the northeast of China. It can be called Harbin red sausage. It originated in Lithuania in Eastern Europe. The craftsmanship of the red sausage was brought over.

Its original name is enema,

It has been introduced to Halbin for a hundred years. Because of its maroon color, it is gradually called red sausage.

Up to now, Harbin red sausage is an authentic Northeast specialty. Generally speaking, when you travel to Harbin, some will choose to bring back red sausage to taste for relatives who have never eaten it. Even a few years ago, Harbin red sausage was selected as one of the 14 foreign countries of CNN One of the famous Chinese snacks that the Chinese miss the most. The reason they give is: Harmony sausage is chewier than North American hot dogs and more flavorful than British sausages.

Of course, in this era of flying profits, it is easy to buy fake products. There are several major brands of Harbin Red Sausage, Harbin Roulian, Qiulin Ridous, Commercial Committee Red Sausage, etc. Relatively speaking, these three are the most famous. I think If you want to buy authentic ones, you still need to check the designated place of sale.

The red sausage of Harbin Roulian has many famous names, such as time-honored Chinese brands, intangible cultural heritage of Long Province, etc. Qiulin Lidaosi is considered the most authentic red sausage of Harbin, using traditional European craftsmanship, and the Red Sausage of the Commercial Committee Intestines are a bit self-willed. They don’t open branches and don’t sell online. If you want to buy them, you have to queue up in the middle of the night.

For the authentic red sausages of these three restaurants, Zhang Han had eaten them all before, and they all tasted very good, each with its own advantages and disadvantages.

However, Zhang Han prefers the red sausage of Qiulin Lidaosi, which has the smell of fat meat, but is fat but not greasy, so he asked Zhao Feng to send the pork and let them make Qiulin-style red sausage. It may not be authentic, but don’t forget that this is the Taihu black pig grown in Crescent Mountain, which exceeds the 5a level of pork.

When the meal was almost ready, a staff member of the deli delivered the red sausage.

When the three big bags of red sausage were delivered to Zhang Han, he couldn't help saying:

"Sir, I don't know where you bought the pork you used in the past? Can you tell me?"

"I can't buy that pork personally, it's specially provided by the royal family." Liang Mengqi said strangely.

"Ah? Special offer?" Disappointment flashed across the staff member's face, and he sighed again and again: "No wonder, I said that the red sausage tastes so delicious. The quality of the meat is really nothing to say. I have been making sausages for so many years. It’s the first time I’ve seen such top-quality meat, hey, it’s a special offer.”

"Yeah." Zhang Han shook his head slightly, didn't say anything, took the red sausage and put it on the counter at the back.

"Then I'll take my leave." The staff said goodbye and left.

After he left, seeing so many people queuing up in the restaurant, he shook his head and muttered:

"I can get the special pork, hey, the source is really good, no wonder the business is so good, it's too good."

For him, it is very powerful to be able to obtain special-grade ingredients, but he does not know that those real special-grade ingredients are not as good as those from Crescent Mountain. The rice is not even as high-end as the egg fried rice eaten by ordinary diners in this restaurant.

If these diners knew the truth, they would probably be very excited.

When the rice was steamed, Zhang Han started to cook. At noon, Zhang Han only prepared two large pots of fried rice with red sausage, not even noodles in clear soup.

Because the amount of rice was quite large, Zhang Han directly took out ten red sausages and cut them into small cubes.

When cutting, a faint aroma of red sausage still wafts out.

"Eh?" Mengmeng was stunned for a moment, got up on the sofa, looked at Zhang Han and said, "Papa, is that ham? I want to eat some."

"Okay." Zhang Han smiled, cut off a small piece of red sausage the size of a thumb, and sent it to Mengmeng.

"It's so delicious." Mengmeng grabbed the red sausage and took a bite, full of praise.

"Google..."

On the other side, Yu Qingqing's eyes fell into it, and the sound of him swallowing was clearly audible.

"I'm so greedy." Liang Mengqi gave her a blank look, but she was secretly swallowing.

"Boss, can we try a small piece?" Seeing Yu Qingqing's appearance, Zhao Dahu couldn't help asking.

After Zhang Han glanced at them, he lowered his head, raised the knife in his hand, cut a red sausage into four small pieces, picked it up and threw it over.

"what!"

The surprise came very suddenly, but Yu Qingqing was taken aback. She wanted to stand up to pick up the red sausage, but found that one of the red sausages was flying towards her palm. Fly into the hands.

"Wow, it's so accurate." Liang Mengqi looked at Zhang Han with splendor, took the red sausage, put it into her mouth, held it, and bit a small piece.

The shape and movement of her lips made Zhao Feng a little thirsty, and his imagination wandered.

It's just that Liang Mengqi was completely intoxicated by the taste of the red sausage. After one bite, the crispy skin, the tough meat. The intestines, and even a little bit of chewy meat. It melts, so that the comprehensive taste of incense, meat and a little garlic fills the whole mouth.

"Cool!"

Yu Qingqing killed the small piece of red sausage in two mouthfuls, and let out a sigh of relief.

The taste of red sausage is very good, which makes her look forward to the fried rice that will go abroad soon!

When the meal was just finished, Wang Qiang and Wu Liying walked in.

The little princess was eating the red sausage while watching Papa cooking. When Wang Qiang and the two came in, Mengmeng's eyes lit up. She glanced back and forth, left and right, and said:

"Oh, where is Yihan? Uncle Wang, why didn't Yihan come?"

"She's gone to her grandma's house, and she won't be back until two days later." Wang Qiang smiled wryly, remembering the scene last night.

Wang Jiawen and Su Yu wanted to take Wang Yihan to Shenzhen's grandma's house, but the little girl refused to live with her. She wanted to play with Mengmeng here for a few days, but because of her grandma's birthday, even crying didn't work. The helpless Wang Jiawen and Su Yu were taken away.

At this time, after Mengmeng heard the words, her big clear eyes flickered, and her tone was a little disappointed; "Oh."

After finishing speaking, the little princess looked at the red sausage in her hand, and after thinking for a moment, she suddenly said: "Uncle Wang, the red sausage is delicious, you, you, give Yihan some, let her eat it." Try it."

"Oh." Wang Qiang laughed happily, and said: "Thank you Mengmeng, Yihan went to the mainland, and she can't eat it when I take it back. She can only eat it when she comes back, and I can play with you too gone."

"Well... okay." Mengmeng reluctantly nodded.

This scene made others envious!

Soon, the fried rice was set, and Zhang Han sat down with shredded potatoes and cucumbers.

Lunch begins.

At the round dining table, when Zhang Han was moving fast, Sun Dongheng walked in from the outside with red eyes.

"Huh? What's wrong with you? Are you still crying?" Zhao Dahu asked inexplicably upon seeing this.

"No..." Sun Dongheng pursed his lips, looked at Zhang Han, and said in a trembling voice; "Boss, I want to take some meals away."

"Go." Zhang Han nodded and replied.

"Yeah." Sun Dongheng walked towards the counter, took out a disposable lunch box, and wept while filling it.

"What's wrong with you? Have you been bullied? Why didn't your parents come with you?" Zhao Dahu asked again.

The few times I had a good chat with Sun Dongheng, and we are both members of the restaurant, we have known each other for a while now, seeing this very cheerful young man crying, he was very surprised, and he greeted with some concern.

"My dad... he is hospitalized." Sun Dongcheng said sadly.

"What's wrong?"

"Cancer." Sun Dongheng said in a harsh voice.

"hiss!"

"My God! This..."

The complexions of Zhao Dahu and the others changed slightly, and even Zhao Dahu got up and walked to Sun Dongheng's side with a very complicated expression. He patted him on the back lightly and comforted him: "Don't cry now, is it the middle stage or... ..."

"It's the late stage." Sun Dongheng gritted his teeth, wiped away his tears, and said, "I'm going to have chemotherapy in the afternoon. Before that, I want him to eat here again..."

Hearing Sun Dongheng's sad words, people sighed in their hearts again and again. Judging from the communication in the past few days, Sun Mingren is quite good, and it is a pity to have cancer.

Mengmeng listened half-understood, seeing her big brother crying, her expression shrank, she looked at Zhang Han, and whispered: "Baba, big brother is crying so sad, what's wrong with Uncle Sun? Uncle Sun is so nice, how could he get sick? Will he be in pain in the hospital, will he cry? "

Hearing this, Zhang Han put down his chopsticks and glanced at Mengmeng. Her innocent eyes expressed her kindness. Zhang Han lightly smiled and touched Mengmeng's little head, then turned his head and glanced at Sun Dongheng, saying:

"You tell your dad not to do the chemotherapy first, and come to my place when you have time in the afternoon."

"what?"

Sun Dongheng was stunned when he heard the words, he didn't know what the boss meant, he couldn't figure it out, and he couldn't react. At this moment, his mind was like a paste.

After Zhao Feng saw this, he quickly stood up, walked quickly to Sun Dongheng's side, led him out of the restaurant, and came to Sun Dongheng's car, Zhao Feng said slowly:

"The boss asks, and you just do it. A disease that can't be cured in the hospital doesn't mean it can't be cured. You bring your dad here. Maybe this is his hope for a cure."