Chapter 59: Human Food

"You are right." Zhang Han touched Mengmeng's head and said, "Don't worry, the food you will eat will definitely get better and better in the future, and I guarantee that there are still many things you have never eaten before." Delicious food."

"That's right, what's there, boss, can you tell me?" Liang Mengqi and the others' eyes were about to light up.

Even Zhao Feng, who had no words, came to the spirit for a while, looking at Zhang Han with burning eyes.

"For example, fruits, crystal peaches, red heart apples, Jizo persimmons, Jiuweixian pears, etc., and all kinds of meat that you have never eaten before, such as delicious shadow wolf meat, dark devil tiger meat, and even green dragon meat. Meat, you may have the opportunity to taste these in the future, but recently you can eat Kobe beef, Taihu black pig, Ujimqin sheep, these meats are all meat that exceeds 5A quality." Zhang Han said slowly .

There are countless ingredients in the heavens and myriad worlds, and delicacies can be found everywhere. It will take a long time. After Zhang Han's cultivation level improves, it is still possible for them to taste one or two.

But they are only possible, and Mengmeng is bound to be able to eat, because as Zhang Han's daughter, Mengmeng's lifespan has begun to extend indefinitely.

As for Liang Mengqi and the others, they are mortals after all. If it takes Zhang Han a hundred years to leave the earth, what are they waiting for? I'm afraid it would have turned into a dead bone long ago.

Everyone listened in a daze, and didn't know what Zhang Han was talking about, but now there are many kinds of fruits and meat, so they subconsciously thought that Zhang Han was talking about some good products imported from abroad, but in the end , Kobe beef, Taihu black pig, and Ujumqin sheep have heard of it, especially the meat that exceeds 5A quality in the last sentence!

"Is there meat that exceeds 5A quality?" Liang Mengqi said with a little surprise, her mouth opened wide.

"Don't talk about 5A, there are more than ten A." Zhang Han chuckled.

"Wow! Then, when can we eat meat?" Yu Qingqing said excitedly.

"After a while, you are members of the restaurant, and I have your part in cooking for Mengmeng, so don't worry." Zhang Han shook his head and said.

"Okay, okay, what shall we have for breakfast?" Yu Qingqing asked again.

"Egg fried rice." Zhang Han replied.

Those words were like pouring cold water on them, bringing them back to their senses.

Just now they were all caught in infinite reverie for a while, painting cakes to satisfy their hunger, looking forward to plum blossoms to quench their thirst, anyone can see the anticipation in their eyes.

"Mr. Zhao, this boss is very good at fooling around. Your eyes are going to turn green."

The two who followed Zhao Dahu whispered:

"Yeah, what he said is amazing. Is the food here really that delicious?"

"Isn't it just fried rice with eggs? I often eat it. It seems that all the fried rice with eggs has the same taste. The fried rice with eggs here is good. I can't eat other flavors, right?"

The man didn't believe it at first.

But when he tasted the first bite of egg fried rice.

His expression changed completely, as if he was worshiping, he quickly ate up the egg fried rice with great reverence, asked for a second order, and asked for another after eating.

This scene made Mengmeng a little surprised, and whispered in Zhang Han's ear:

"Papa, Papa, look quickly, that little brother has eaten three servings..."

Zhang Han couldn't help laughing when he saw it. He had seen three bowls of wine in a row, but he hadn't seen one who drank three bowls of egg fried rice in a row.

This person ate three servings in a row, but as everyone knows, this highest record was broken by someone who ate four servings in a row in a few days.

And that person, after eating three meals and drinking two cups of milk, burped and said with a sigh:

"This is not egg fried rice, this is simply divine rice, my God, I can actually taste the taste of life, ah, what should I do, I still want to eat..."

"Don't eat too much, who will be responsible if you are overwhelmed?" His companion said angrily.

Not only to persuade him to eat less, but also,

He was still murmuring in his heart:

'What the hell, my treat, this guy really wants to eat! Three points of rice and two cups of milk, how much does it cost...'

The man paid the bill with great heartache, and left the restaurant sadly.

The reason why he is sad is because he feels that he has to spend a lot of money to eat here a month. The important thing is that the salary is not enough!

If you want to eat but don't have money, this is a very painful thing.

The three of Liang Mengqi left after washing the tableware. Zhao Feng saw it and felt that he could also buy a set of tableware. comfortable.

After everyone left, it was eight o'clock, and Zi Yan called every day.

I chatted with Zhang Han for a while, and the topics between the two gradually increased during the phone conversation. Sometimes Zi Yan would tell Zhang Han some interesting things about filming MVs, and Zhang Han would talk about playing with Mengmeng a little matter.

This kind of chat made the relationship between the two of them a lot better, and the very strange feeling began to melt away.

It's just that this made Mengmeng a little dissatisfied, and she quarreled: "Papa, Ma Maguang talked to you, um... the time is getting longer and longer, and the time to talk to Mengmeng is getting less..... .”

In the morning, Zhang Han accompanied the little princess to watch cartoons. After watching for two hours, Zhang Han and Mengmeng started to draw and play again.

"Papa, guess what I drew?" Mengmeng simply drew a human face.

The appearance is rough, the face is far away, the eyes are two small spots, the two nostrils are slightly larger, the mouth uses a non-straight horizontal line, and there are only three or two wavy hairs on the head.

"Pig?" Zhang Han said hesitantly.

"Hmm, it's not a pig." Mengmeng's expectant eyes froze for a moment, and said in a dissatisfied tone: "Papa, take a closer look to see if it looks like Papa."

"Puff... cough cough..." Zhang Han's mouth trembled, and he pretended to be suspicious and said: "Then dad guess it, let me see, huh? Mengmeng's drawing seems to be... ..It's me."

"Huh? Really? Did Papa really see it?" Mengmeng's eyes lit up.

"Oh! Isn't this Dad drawn by Mengmeng? Haha, the painting is so beautiful, it looks like Dad." Zhang Han smiled softly and happily, and said something against his will.

"Hehehe... Papa, Papa is already so handsome..." Mengmeng was very happy after receiving Papa's praise.

After arguing, they drew a picture of Ma Ma next to Papa.

Seeing 'Zi Yan' whose face was longer than a donkey's and her sesame-like eyes, Zhang Han laughed.

I am afraid that if Zi Yan sees it, her expression will be very interesting.

After drawing Papa and Mama, Mengmeng wants to draw herself again.

"Forehead?"

After Mengmeng finished drawing happily, she was stunned, looking at the 'self' she drew, she was not satisfied at all, she tooted and said: "It's not like, it's not like Mengmeng...... "

In her heart, Mengmeng should be the cute Q version of Mengmeng on the restaurant plaque.

"Come on, Dad draw a cute..."

Zhang Han hurriedly picked up his pen to save the scene.

The whole morning was spent in laughter and laughter.

Near twelve o'clock, the restaurant ushered in two batches of customers.

The first group was the blond man Sun Dongheng who came last time, this time driving a BMW Z4 and pulling another tall beauty over.

From the looks of it, this kid should be a crazy girl-seeker.

"Brother Boss, good afternoon." Sun Dongheng greeted enthusiastically, and suddenly remembered that in this restaurant, the boss doesn't necessarily buy it, he must have a cute beard, so he hurriedly looked at Mengmeng, and smiled more enthusiastically: "Good afternoon, cute little princess..."

"Humph, good." Mengmeng blinked her big clear eyes and snorted softly. The little princess still remembered how loud he was in the restaurant.

"Wow, what a cute little Beibi." The beauty beside Sun Dongheng said exaggeratedly.

"Of course, the boss is amazing. Of course his daughter is even better. Let's sit here. The round dining table belongs to the boss and Mengmeng." Sun Dongheng took the beauty and sat down at the small table by the window.

"Are these three small tables for customers?" the beauty grinned, a little in disbelief.

"Well, it's good to have something to eat. You'll know when you finish eating. Even if you eat standing up, there will be people willing." Sun Dongheng is now completely conquered by Zhang Han's egg fried rice, looking like I'm dead The look of a loyal fan.

"Brother Boss, when will you cook?" Sun Dongheng felt a little hungry, so he asked.

Zhang Han glanced at the time, it was only 11:40, so he replied: "Wait a while, I will cook the rice first."

"Okay." Sun Dongheng responded.

Zhang Han cooked less rice this time, six cups of rice.

While cooking, Zhang Han started kneading the noodles.

The noodles and rice of Xinyueshan are also of the same specifications. The white rice is delicious, so the steamed buns with white noodles will also attract people's hearts.

Steamed buns made from good-quality noodles are very fragrant, and they are both firm and mellow when you bite into them. The delicacies made by Crescent Mountain, the best white noodles in the world, are likely to conquer a large number of people again.

There are more ways to make pasta, steamed buns, flower rolls, fried dough sticks, buns, noodles, bread, cakes, etc. There are too many things that can be made.

But today at noon, Zhang Han didn't plan to steam the steamed buns. Steamed steamed buns are also learned. Steamed buns need to leaven dough, which may have a sour taste after a long time. The method of surface, the amount of water added, etc., in a word: it is all details.

Zhang Han has not studied this aspect yet, and there is only one kind of thing he can do, and that is making dumplings!

When Zhang Han was young, he made dumplings with his parents many times. At that time, his father rolled the dough and his mother was in charge of making dumplings. Zhang Han pressed small pieces of dough into flat shapes The shape is round, so it is convenient to roll out the dough.

After a few times, Zhang Han also remembered the whole process of making dumplings. Although he forgot the details now, you will know it after a quick Google search, and Zhang Han will understand it after a while.