Chapter 42 The Conquered Diner

Compared with this one, Wang Long's egg fried rice is really a heaven and earth!

After taking a few mouthfuls, Liang Mengqi took the chopsticks from the side again, took a grain of 100 rice and looked at it carefully.

The rice grains are round and plump, white and crystal clear. She tried to bite a grain of rice, and the strength made her sigh repeatedly:

‘I’m afraid that what the boss said is true, even if the Thai jasmine rice has been dried for a hundred years, it can’t compare to his rice. '

Immediately, she picked up another small piece of egg and tasted it, which made her feel like she had never eaten an egg before.

It was the diced carrot that brought her back to her senses.

"This carrot is the real thing." Liang Mengqi's eyes were slightly lost, and she finally tasted a little bit of familiar taste from the carrot.

"This egg fried rice is really worth 50,000 yuan, and the boss sells it for 280 yuan. It's really a conscientious businessman."

Liang Mengqi sighed with emotion, thinking of the two girls who left, if they knew the taste of egg fried rice, they would probably regret their choice to leave!

Liang Mengqi began to eat in one bite, and as she ate, she couldn't remember anything, only the egg fried rice in front of her eyes!

When it was time to eat up, Liang Mengqi was still subconsciously reaching for the spoon into the lunch box. When she found that there was no food left, she felt faintly disappointed.

She turned her head and glanced inside, and saw that Mengmeng and Zhang Han had finished eating, and the little princess was praising Papa's delicious food.

"Boss." Liang Mengqi whispered.

"Ok?"

"That..." Liang Mengqi said a little coyly: "I'm not full, I want fried rice with eggs and milk."

"Ok."

Zhang Han nodded, walked to the kitchen counter, there was almost a plate of egg fried rice left, served Liang Mengqi a good meal, poured a glass of milk, and wanted to send it to her, but found that the girl was so stupid He followed behind him and watched eagerly.

So Zhang Han put it directly on the small bar outside the kitchen, and Liang Mengqi carefully walked over with the food as if she had found a treasure.

"Papa, Mengmeng also wants to eat, but, but I'm full." Mengmeng sat on the dining table with a slightly tangled expression.

There is still one third of her plate of rice left.

"If you are full, you can't eat anymore. Dad will make it for you tomorrow morning." Zhang Han walked over and touched Mengmeng's little head with a smile.

"Humph! But how can Miss Sister eat two servings?" Mengmeng said with a soft snort.

"Because people eat more when they grow up."

"Then, when will Mengmeng grow up? Mengmeng also wants to eat." Mengmeng pouted, her eyes never leaving the egg fried rice on the plate.

"Mengmeng grew up slowly." Zhang Han said, took the dinner plate away and put it in the sink.

Can't see the fried rice with eggs, and Mengmeng's thoughts are only three points less.

Zhang Han hugged Mengmeng and sat on the small sofa beside the piano.

"Papa, what are you doing sitting here? Mengmeng still wants to play with toys." Mengmeng asked curiously.

"After eating, you have to rest for a while. Listen to Dad tell you about two piano pieces, and then go play after listening." Zhang Han said with a slight smile.

Some people say that you can live to ninety-nine by walking a hundred steps after a meal, but they don’t know that this is not true. Generally, you need to rest for half an hour after a meal, sit quietly and exercise for a while. If you exercise immediately after a meal, it will affect your digestive function. .

Mengmeng originally heard that she couldn't play, so her little mouth was pouting, but when she heard that Zhang Han was going to play the piano, she suddenly became interested, and raised her small arms to welcome Papa's performance.

Zhang Han sat on the piano chair, opened the piano cover, and swiped his fingers from the left side of the keys to the right side.

Listening to the sound of the piano, Zhang Han nodded in satisfaction.

The tone is very good, it seems that Zhao Kai's friend is indeed a professional.

"A...canon variation dedicated to my lovely baby Mengmeng."

Zhang Han spread his hands, looked at Mengmeng and said with a smile before playing.

This sentence made Mengmeng happy, and said in a milky voice: "Daddy you are the most handsome (Daddy you are the most handsome!)"

"Hehehe.

"

Zhang Han shook his head with a faint smile, took a light breath, and pressed his hand down.

A handed down classic, Canon Variations began to play.

At this time, Liang Mengqi's egg fried rice was also finished, she patted her swollen stomach, and shook her head with emotion.

This egg fried rice is also delicious, right?

Rao Yiliang Mengqi's picky tongue can eat two servings of egg fried rice, which is enough to show how important Zhang Han's egg fried rice is to a foodie!

'I don't know how he did it! '

Liang Mengqi took a sip of milk, feeling the mellow milk taste, and suddenly, a burst of piano sound poured into her ears.

She turned her eyes involuntarily and looked over.

Huh? He can also play the piano?

Liang Mengqi was a little curious.

'What a surprise, it seems to play well. '

Liang Mengqi looked at Zhang Han's side face, just finished enjoying her tongue, and then enjoyed another period of enjoyment in her ears, she was a little dazed for a while.

The Canon Variations played by Zhang Han are somewhat surprising in terms of rhythm and score. The rhythm is sometimes fast and sometimes slow. Although the tone of the songs played is still Canon, the changing rhythm seems to make the Canon Variations come alive, and the songs are sometimes cheerful , sometimes melodious.

But no matter how you talk about it, it shows that Zhang Han's piano skills have reached a certain level.

'He's a piano master! '

Liang Mengqi looked at Zhang Han's side face and muttered in her heart.

She knows a little bit about piano and likes to listen to a lot of piano music. She knows that when a person does not need music scores and controls the rhythm of piano music instead of being controlled by piano music scores, then this person is already a generation of piano masters!

It's like Mr. Lang, the piano genius of Huaguo, whom she knows.

Lang is always a world-class pianist. Before returning to China, he conquered the conductors of the world's top ten symphony orchestras, and conquered the living pianist in the world, including his teacher Gary, the dean of the Curtis Institute of Music.

The Curtis Institute is the top three classical music schools in the world, but since Mr. Lang became famous all over the world, Curtis has been ranked first in the world this year. When he had these honors, people in the country didn’t know who Mr. Lang was. I remember one time When he returned to China, he was asked by the organizer to replace him because he was not well-known. This move directly enraged the world's top symphony orchestra and the conductor who accompanied him on the spot.

'How do you feel that he... is more powerful than Boss Lang. '

Liang Mengqi listened, and felt such a feeling in his heart, even he was a little surprised, you know Mr. Lang is a well-known master in the world!

If Zhang Han could know what Liang Mengqi was thinking, he would definitely smile lightly in his heart.

Five hundred years, you can do it!

"This one is over, I'm presenting a song Kikujiro's Summer to Mengmeng." Zhang Han said with a light smile.

"Papa is so amazing..." Mengmeng said with a little admiration on her face. Although she was confused, she felt very powerful when she saw Papa's hands pressing on the piano so fast.

Liang Mengqi sat on the chair and had no intention of leaving. She felt a little convinced by Zhang Han, although the first meeting was not pleasant.

Just when Zhang Han was about to start playing the piano, the restaurant ushered in another wave of guests.

This time it was finally a boy, and four young guys aged seventeen or eighteen walked in.

"Boss, what's there to eat here?" one of the guys asked.

Seeing this scene, Liang Mengqi sighed slightly in her heart, feeling that the owner of the guest was going to be busy, so she was also planning to leave.

But to her surprise, Zhang Han didn't even turn his head, but responded lightly:

"Today's is sold out."

"Oh." Several young people turned and left.

Liang Mengqi couldn't help being taken aback for a moment, and once again felt Zhang Han's strength in her heart.

If she hadn't eaten two meals, she would have thought it was a fake restaurant, how could it open like this? When cooking for my daughter, sell two copies by the way, and then stop selling it?

"What a weird person." Liang Mengqi muttered to herself.

The next moment, the crisp piano sound sounded again. This song Kikujiro's Summer, the cheerful rhythm made Zhang Han play it miraculously.

After the piece was played, Zhang Han put down the piano cover and ended his performance.

"It's awesome." Mengmeng praised.

"Papa papa..."

Liang Mengqi couldn't help applauding at the back.

"What's your name?" Liang Mengqi looked at Zhang Han and asked curiously.

"My, my papa's name is Zhang Han, and my name is Mengmeng." Mengmeng's milky voice replied.

"Zhang Han..."

Liang Mengqi smiled and said, "You are really good at piano talk."

"Yeah." Zhang Han nodded slightly.

"The egg fried rice you make is even more delicious, and the milk is also very delicious. How do you make it? Are the raw materials better?" Liang Mengqi was very curious.

"My ingredients cannot be eaten elsewhere." Zhang Han replied with a slight smile.

"I can't eat it in other places? What should I do? My mouth is going to be spoiled by you. After eating your food, I don't want to eat other people's food." Liang Mengqi pondered for a while, and hurriedly asked, He said, "What time do you usually open here?"

"It depends on your mood." Zhang Han didn't think about the time issue, but he only planned to sell some while cooking for Mengmeng, and he wouldn't sell them anytime and anywhere.

It seems that we need to put a sign at the door to save customers from coming in without knowing the business hours.

Zhang Han touched his chin and pondered.

"Depending on your mood?" Liang Mengqi was slightly taken aback, this was the first time she had encountered such a restaurant.

But after thinking about the taste of egg fried rice just now, she has no interest in other delicacies, and is already thinking about coming to eat the next day, so she then asked: "Is there a specific opening time? I want to come tomorrow Eat egg fried rice."

While speaking, Liang Mengqi had already put on a pitiful expression, as if she was saying that she would be unhappy if she couldn't eat fried rice with eggs.

"Probably three meals in the morning, noon and evening, from 7:00 am to 8:00 am, from 12:00 am to 1:00 pm, and from 6:00 pm to 7:00 pm. Sometimes it will open and sometimes it will not open." After thinking about it, Zhang Han still gave a It's the exact time.