Chapter 63 Only Mommy Can Love Baba

"Okay, sir, come here, please on the second floor." When the woman heard that it was a big customer, she welcomed Zhang Han to the second floor with a very enthusiastic smile.

"Sir, your daughter is so beautiful, the photo will look even better if her hair is done." The woman looked at Mengmeng, her eyes lit up.

When Mengmeng was with Zhang Han, she always hugged her head naturally. Only that time when she went to the beach, Zhang Han tied Mengmeng a ponytail soaring to the sky.

That's the case, the cute and delicate face is also able to control that kind of alternative hairstyle.

There are no ugly hairstyles in the world, only people who can't control their hairstyles. Some people look good no matter whether they have long hair or short hair.

Some people are less suitable for hairstyles, for example, permed hair is attractive, or straight hair looks good, etc. If you change their hairstyle, it may not be what they will look like after a long time, just like getting a cockscomb for a bald man Head, that would be a sense of disobedience.

As for Mengmeng, she has a good face and is suitable for all-match hairstyles, which will also make the studio staff a lot easier.

"Of course my daughter is beautiful. Look at the hairstyle." Zhang Han chuckled.

Faced with the praise, Mengmeng was of course very happy, humming a song in a low voice, and in the afternoon, Mengmeng changed many hairstyles and took ten photos alone.

There are puffy faces, there are happy and laughing faces, there are cute pouting faces, and there are faces with puffy faces and one eye closed, pouting goldfish mouth.

Even the photographer wanted to look like Mengmeng was about to cry, because he loves art and felt that such photos would definitely pull people's hearts and make people pitiful.

So he brought up the idea.

"Xuan... What is Xuanran Crying?" Mengmeng asked curiously, blinking her big clear eyes.

When Zhang Han heard the words, he stared directly and replied:

"Xuanran wants a fart, don't take a photo."

The photographer's expression froze, he hurriedly apologized and began to take photos of Zhang Han and Mengmeng.

If you take a group photo, Mengmeng is happier. There are photos of riding on the neck. Mengmeng is riding on Papa’s neck, raising her hands, leaving a happy face, and Zhang Han on the lower side can be seen by anyone happy smile.

Of course, there are also photos of Mengmeng kissing her papa, with a big face sticking to a small face, and Mengmeng snuggling in Zhang Han's arms, holding hands with big hands and many other styles.

After taking the photos, the photographer added Zhang Han's WeChat and told him that the photos would be processed in the evening, and they would be developed and sent to the restaurant tomorrow morning.

Zhang Han went downstairs to pay and left directly. Before leaving, the photographer was still praising:

"The photo of Mr. and your daughter is the best and warmest photo I have ever taken..."

Facing the praise, Zhang Han just smiled lightly.

As soon as he got in the car, Zhang Han's cell phone rang, and when he took it out, it was the girl Zhang Li who called.

"Brother, are all your restaurants open? How about it? Didn't you have any customers in those two days?" Zhang Li joked with a smile.

"Yo? Why? Are you still making fun of your brother?" Zhang Han replied with a smile.

Zhang Han also likes the jokes of close relatives, and only when he is with his family, Zhang Han feels that he is a relative, not Hanyang Xianjun.

Family affection cannot be changed by differences in class strength.

"I'm not making fun of you. I know how you cook. Do you remember that you cooked once on my fifteenth birthday? What happened?" Zhang Li said with a smile.

"As a result, we had diarrhea all day after eating, and in the end you went to complain to our mother, saying that my brother would murder you." Zhang Han said with a smile.

The scene at that time is also recalled in my mind.

At that time, Zhang Li was fifteen years old, and he was eighteen years old. Although he had a good time in Shangjing, young and frivolous, and a little arrogant, he still loved his sister very much. When Zhang Li celebrated her birthday, Zhang Han thought To give a special gift.

So after much deliberation, I decided to make a "big meal" myself, and everyone knew it,

This big meal is like a laxative.

From then on, Zhang Li always called Zhang Han "Kitchen Killer!" '

If Liang Mengqi and the others knew about this, they would probably be surprised.

"Hmph!" Zhang Li snorted softly, and said, "I thought you forgot, I'm going to have a holiday the day after tomorrow, so I'll go and have a look at your place."

"Well, when you come this time, I will let you see brother's real cooking skills." Zhang Han smiled slightly.

It is estimated that Zhang Li is reluctant to leave after eating her own food.

That's fine, after all, her job as a nighttime DJ is not very good. She has to stay up until midnight every day, and the day and night are reversed. Most of them are people from the society, Zhang Li is also a slim beauty, no need to think about it, some people who don't have good eyesight will harass her.

Instead of doing that job, it's better to stay in your own restaurant and have nothing to eat.

At this time, when Zhang Han was preparing for Zhang Li's arrival, he prepared more delicious food and left her here completely.

Zhang Li smiled after hearing the words, said a few words to Zhang Han and hung up the phone.

"Papa, is it.... Is aunt coming to visit?" Mengmeng asked a little curiously in the back seat.

"Yes, your aunt will come the day after tomorrow." Zhang Han nodded.

"Hmm... Then, that Mama is coming back the day after tomorrow! Baba, don't we still have to go to Big Bird to pick up Mama?" Mengmeng's milky voice reminded.

"Your mother won't arrive until ten o'clock in the evening. We can drive there at nine o'clock. Your aunt should come during the day." Zhang Han said.

"Oh." Mengmeng responded crisply, her big clear eyes blinked, she didn't know what she was thinking, and finally, five minutes later, Mengmeng said in a milky voice: "Papa, um...that Qi Miss Qi said today that she loves you."

"She was joking." Zhang Han couldn't help smiling.

"Then, that... um... no, Mama can love Papa, others can't..." Although Mengmeng doesn't know love, but she understands Papa and Mama It's okay to love and love together.

"Your mother, she..." Zhang Han shook his head with a smile, pondered for a while, and replied: "Mengmeng, it is enough for Dad to have you, you don't have to worry."

"Umm, Baba, Mama, Mengmeng, let's be together, Forever, um...Never separate (forever, uh...never separate)" Mengmeng's voice had firmness and expect.

"Well, Forever." Zhang Han nodded solemnly.

Aside from Ziyan, Mengmeng will definitely be with her forever, for a hundred years, a thousand years, ten thousand years...forever.

"How about...for Mengmeng's sake, get the baby's mother first?"

Zhang Han thought about it.

"It's too late, let nature take its course."

In terms of emotional matters, Zhang Han likes to let nature take its course, just like he likes quality life, enjoying this spiritual pursuit.

And Zhang Han is not sure about his relationship with Zi Yan. It is true that he loves Mengmeng, but he is not in love with Zi Yan, and Zi Yan doesn't know what attitude he has towards him. After all, the contact time between the two is too short.

On the contrary, the chatting these few days has brought the two of them closer, and sometimes they will chat about some interesting things. This feeling is like a conversation between good friends who have just made friends.

From friend to lover, this process is a very important memory in the life of two people.

In the future, from the initial passionate love to the final plain and happy love, this is another process, and Zhang Han subconsciously feels that it won't be long before Zi Yan will fall under her jeans.

Back at the restaurant, Zhang Han took a shower for Mengmeng in the afternoon.

Sitting in the bath full of bubbles, Mengmeng was very happy, her little palm kept waving the bubbles, humming a song in a childish voice:

"Oh oh oh, I love to take a bath... the skin is good, oh oh oh oh, I love the bath, the skin is good, oh oh oh, I love the bath..."

The little princess only remembered this sentence, but just this sentence, Mengmeng was humming from beginning to end, which made Zhang Han laugh again and again.

Although the song hums intermittently, Mengmeng's voice also inherits Zi Yan's lineage, a little childish, but the timbre is also very pleasant and charming.

The time soon came to half past five.

Although the business hours written at the door are 18.00-19.00, it seems that some people already know that there is no place to sit when they come to the party, so at 5:30, six customers have already come.

Among the six people, one Zhang Han had met once, seemed to be one of the people who followed Zhao Dahu at noon.

Apparently, he was overwhelmed by the egg fried rice, so he brought his friends to taste it.

At this time, Zhang Han also started to cook the rice. Not long after, Sun Dongheng walked in alone.

He didn't bring girls this time, because he felt that he was not a member here. Not only would he not be able to act aggressively by bringing beautiful women here, but it would even appear that his grandson had no money. Will bring women over again.

"It's full?" Sun Dongheng looked at the three tables with six people sitting there, he was slightly taken aback, turned to look at Zhang Han, and asked:

"Brother Boss, this side is full, can I sit there?"

While talking, Sun Dongheng pointed to the membership seats that Liang Mengqi and the others bought.

"No." Zhang Han replied lightly.

This made Sun Dongheng smile wryly, sighed lightly and stood in line at the side of the dining table.

Sun Dongheng was originally a young rich second generation, with a very ordinary temper, the typical type of pretending to be aggressive, with a bottle full of half a bottle dangling around, but in Zhang Han's restaurant, he really lost his temper.

The boss is too personal, and his attitude towards diners is simply bad.

Let the diners serve their own meals, and only members can taste the delicious food! And when I gave the money, I never gave change!

In the first two times, Sun Dongheng had given the money and waited for two seconds, but after seeing Zhang Han casually put the money in the drawer and turned around to leave, he realized that the boss had no intention of changing the money at all!

One hundred and eighty yuan didn't matter to him, after all, the egg fried rice here was simply heavenly.

Leaving aside the matter of making money, I am a regular customer and a diehard fan anyway! You can't even sit in the member's seat for a meal!

'Here's the membership card! I must do it! '

Sun Dongheng gritted his teeth, thinking firmly in his heart.