Chapter 45 The Restaurant on the Right Track

"For the time being, there are only egg fried rice and milk." Zhang Han turned to look at him and replied.

"Inland people?" The woman was slightly stunned, and she could hear Zhang Han's Mandarin, and a trace of contempt flashed involuntarily in her eyes.

Zhang Han glanced at her indifferently, but ignored her.

As long as you speak Mandarin outside, there will always be some locals in Xiangjiang showing a little disdainful look. This is not discrimination, but a kind of disgust.

I remember when Zhang Han and Zhang Li were chatting, Zhang Li mentioned this matter, and after coming to Xiangjiang for a few years, I also knew why the locals dislike the mainlanders.

She said that many mainlanders used various means to give birth in the beds of Xiangjiang Hospital, forcing many local pregnant women to go to more expensive private hospitals. Gradually, the positions in private hospitals were also taken away. Do you think you are rich? I’m sorry, mainlanders are richer than you. Later, the Xiangjiang government issued a regulation restricting mainland pregnant women to give birth in Xiangjiang, which was protested by various protests. Every weekend, especially holidays, a large number of mainlanders go shopping in Xiangjiang, and they don’t queue up. , shouting, running a red light... and a lot of items were sold out.

For various reasons, Xiangjiang people hate mainlanders, but in fact, there are all kinds of birds in the forest, and there are high-quality and low-quality people everywhere. There are also many scumbags in Xiangjiang locals, and it is only because mainlanders go to Xiangjiang too much. too much.

However, Zhang Han has always ignored this kind of gaze.

How could an anteater care about the eyes of mere ants?

Don't say Xiangjiang people, even foreigners, aliens, and immortals, Zhang Han doesn't care either.

"That's all? Then I want fried rice with eggs and milk." The woman took out her wallet and asked, "How much are they all?"

"Egg fried rice is 280, and milk is 80." Zhang Han said: "If you want to eat, you have to wait for half an hour."

"It's so expensive? Let's forget it." The woman quickly put her wallet back, looked at Zhang Han with contempt, and turned to leave.

After going out, she hurried back to the Sichuan parsley restaurant next door.

The decoration and layout inside are also good. It mainly serves Sichuan spicy dishes, and the chef is also hired from Xichuan at a high price.

Because there was no business in the restaurant in the morning, it was relatively quiet, and the service staff were only responsible for cleaning in the morning. At this time, the manager of the restaurant and five waiters were sitting at a table next to the door.

"Manager, manager, I went to see it. The restaurant next to it is opened by a mainlander." The woman hurried back and said while sitting on a chair.

"Owned by a mainlander?"

"Another mainlander who wants to come to Crescent Bay to make money."

"..."

Several waiters discussed for a while, but the manager pondered for a while and said, "What kind of food is this restaurant?"

The woman's expression paused, and she spat out three words in a funny tone: "Egg fried rice."

Everyone was stunned for a moment, then roared with laughter.

"There's also milk." The woman immediately added, "How much do you think he sells? A serving of fried rice with eggs costs 280 yuan, and a glass of milk costs 80 yuan."

This sentence stunned several waiters.

"Hehe, is he crazy about making money?" A man in his early twenties sneered.

"Is this also called opening a restaurant? It's strange to have customers!"

"Yeah, he thought he was the God of Cooking? Isn't it funny to sell it so expensive?"

Amidst the discussions, several people could see a hint of sarcasm in each other's eyes. Although they didn't say it, they all felt that the boss had a problem with his nerves.

"It's really interesting." The middle-aged manager chuckled and shook his head: "I said that the customers who went in these two days came out in less than two minutes. It turned out to be a problem with the price."

As he was talking, the manager couldn't help laughing, looked at the woman, and said, "Then why haven't you tasted what the two hundred and eighty yuan rice tastes like?"

"I'm not sick." The woman curled her lips and smiled.

In her heart, she already thought that eating two hundred and eighty servings of fried rice with eggs was a sick behavior.

According to what she said, three 'sick' people were welcomed in front of Zhang Han's restaurant.

"Boss, when is the dinner?" Liang Mengqi took the lead and walked in with a smile on her face.

"Twenty minutes." Zhang Han glanced at her and responded.

"Then let's wait for a while." Liang Mengqi said, and when she saw the sissy walking towards the big dining table used by Zhang Han, she hurriedly reminded: "Hey, this is where the guests are."

"What? Don't just sit casually?" The sissy was slightly taken aback.

"What do you think? That's where the boss and his daughter eat." Liang Mengqi rolled his eyes at him, and took the lead in sitting on the small chair beside the guests' dining table. The short-haired woman didn't say anything, and sat directly opposite Liang Mengqi.

"Such a small dining table? Let me go, Meng Qi, are you cheating on us? Where shall I sit when you two do this?" The sissy said unhappily.

"Isn't there room at the table next to it? Don't babble, sit down quickly, or you can go out and stay!" The short-haired woman glared at him.

"Okay, okay, I'll sit next to you, okay? Really, I can tell you, if the meal today is not to your taste, I will scold you!" The sissy snorted softly.

"What a bitch, my scalp is numb!" The short-haired woman rolled her eyes to herself.

"Hehehe... You two, one sissy and one female man, are really a good match." Liang Mengqi said with a light smile.

The sissy name is Zhao Dahu, a tough name, and a very girly person, while the short-haired girl is named Yu Qingqing, with a soft name and a bright personality. What's more interesting is that this Zhao Dahu is still pursuing Yu Qingqing hard, Been chasing for almost two years.

"Whoever suits him well, I don't like a sissy!" Yu Qingqing said angrily.

"Huh! People like female men." Zhao Dahu muttered, then looked at the surrounding environment a few times, and said, "The decoration here doesn't look like a restaurant? There are only three small tables for guests. I don't think that guy has any The sincerity of opening a restaurant."

"What does the decoration of the house have to do with you? Can you stop talking?" Yu Qingqing turned her head and patted Zhao Dahu on the shoulder.

"Okay, okay, okay, don't people say it's okay?" Zhao Dahu twisted his body and said, "Although it's not like a restaurant, the decoration here is quite unique, and there is really an emerald background wall over there. Not to mention, this The Steinway piano is cool, just not sure if it's purely a decoration."

"Let me tell you, Lady Zhao." Liang Mengqi pouted at Zhang Han and said, "His piano skills are not inferior to Mr. Lang's."

"Really? So powerful?" Yu Qingqing said in surprise.

"Yo Yo Yo, Meng Qi, I think you might be interested in that old man, right? You're bragging for others like that, tsk tsk." Zhao Dahu said in a strange way, and while talking, he suddenly sniffed his nose and said in surprise, "Huh? Is this the smell of goat milk? It smells so good."

"Yeah, this milk seems to be very pure." Yu Qingqing also asked about the taste of goat milk, turned her eyes and saw Zhang Han was pouring out two cups of goat milk, and there seemed to be some left in the pot. Spicy, milky fragrance.

"Googoo..." Liang Mengqi's stomach growled twice, she subconsciously stretched out her tongue and licked her sexy lips, and murmured: "I can't help it anymore."

Under her eager waiting, finally, the tormenting twenty minutes passed.

"Mengmeng, let's go eat." Zhang Han put the breakfast on the dining table, walked over to pick up Mengmeng who was still watching the animation with relish.

"Eat." Mengmeng cheered while raising her small arms in Papa's arms. When she was sitting at the dining table, she saw Liang Mengqi and the three of them.

"Ah, Miss Sister is here?" Mengmeng waved her little palm.

"Good morning Mengmeng." Liang Mengqi smiled sweetly, and there was a small dimple on her right cheek.

"Good morning Mengmeng." Zhao Dahu and Yu Qingqing also greeted with a smile.

"Hello, huh." Mengmeng greeted politely first, then remembered what the two of them had said on the beach, snorted again, turned her head and picked up a spoon to start eating breakfast.

"Your dinner plates are on the counter, and the rice is in the rice bowl above. Go and serve it yourself. There is milk in the big pot next to it, and goat's milk in the small pot." Zhang Han said to the three of them.

"Okay." Liang Mengqi excitedly got up and walked over.

Yu Qingqing frowned slightly.

This is the first time she has met her to open a restaurant and let the guests serve their own meals. If you have a buffet, it's fine, the key is that you are still a small restaurant that sells fried rice with eggs!

"Huh!" Zhao Dahu gave Zhang Han a blank look, and walked over in a twisted manner.

"It's really pure egg fried rice. There are only eggs and rice, and there are so few green onions, but the smell seems to be okay." Zhao Dahu sniffed his nose, and after the two ladies finished serving the rice, he also served it for himself. one serving.

As for cow's milk and goat's milk, all three of them chose goat's milk. They often drank milk, but rarely got goat's milk.

But when Zhao Dahu and Yu Qingqing finished pouring the milk, they turned around and suddenly froze.

I saw Liang Mengqi returning to the dining table in three steps and two steps, put down the breakfast, and ate it in a whirlwind.

Looking at the way she ate, both of them felt that she hadn't eaten for three days.

"It's really that delicious?" Yu Qingqing and Zhao Dahu looked at each other and murmured.

"Go and try!" Zhao Dahu said, and the two walked back quickly.

After sitting down, Yu Qingqing looked at Liang Mengqi who didn't even lift her head, and was stunned again. She put a spoonful of rice and put it in her mouth. The moment she tasted the taste, Yu Qingqing's eyes gradually widened .

Is this... really egg fried rice?

Suspicion arose in Yu Qingqing's heart. She closed her eyes and chewed a few mouthfuls, and felt comfortable all over after swallowing it.

She lowered her head to look at the egg fried rice on the plate, glanced at Liang Mengqi who had already eaten half of it, and finally glanced at her spoon, she started to eat three times faster than usual.

I remember a saying by a chef god: The joy of food lies in the fact that the eater can devote himself to it, just like going on a wonderful taste trip.

Yu Qingqing was like this at this time, she was already extremely intoxicated by eating.

Indistinctly, she seemed to hear Zhao Dahu's choking sound from behind.

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooootime this is so delicious... this is not fried rice with eggs, this is life..."