MTL - Godly Stay-Home Dad-Chapter 45 Step into the right restaurant

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"For the time being, only egg fried rice and milk." Zhang Han turned his head and looked at him back.

"Inland people?" The woman squatted slightly, and could hear it from Zhang Han’s Mandarin, and her eyes flashed indiscriminately.

Zhang Han gave her a faint look and ignored it.

As long as you speak Mandarin outside, there will always be some Xiangjiang locals who have a little disdainful look. This is not to say discrimination, but an annoyance.

I remember when Zhang Han and Zhang Li were chatting, Zhang Li said this, and Xiangjiang had known for several years why the locals were disgusted with the mainlanders.

She said that many mainlanders have used various means to produce children in the beds of Xiangjiang Hospital, forcing many local pregnant women to go to more expensive private hospitals. Gradually, the location of private hospitals has also been seized. Do you think you are rich? Sorry, mainlanders are richer than you. Even after Xiangjiang officially issued a regulation restricting the birth of pregnant women from the mainland to Xiangjiang, they were protested. Every weekend, especially on holidays, a large number of mainlanders went shopping in Xiangjiang, not waiting in line. , loud, red light ..... There are still a lot of goods being snapped up.

Under various reasons, Xiangjiang people hate mainlanders, but in fact, there are many birds in the forest. Wherever there are high quality and low quality, Xiangjiang natives also have a lot of scum, just because mainlanders go to Xiangjiang too. too much.

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

How can anteaters care about the ants' eyes?

Don't say that Xiangjiang people, foreigners, aliens, and immortals, Zhang Han will not care.

"There are two kinds? Then I want an egg fried rice and milk." The woman took out the wallet and asked, "How much is it?"

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

"So expensive? That's still it." The woman quickly took the wallet back, looked at Zhang Han with a contempt, and turned away.

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

The decoration and layout inside is also good, the main Sichuan spicy dishes, the chef is also invited from Xichuan high price.

Because the restaurant had no business in the morning, it was relatively leisurely, and the service staff was only responsible for cleaning in the morning. At this time, the restaurant manager and five waiters were sitting on a table beside the door.

"Manager, manager, I have seen it. The restaurant next to it is opened by a mainlander." The woman hurried back and sat in a chair.

"Does the mainlanders open?"

“It’s another mainlander who wants to pay for the New Moon Bay.”

"..."

Several waiters talked a few times, and the manager was indulged and said, "What kind of food restaurant is it?"

The woman’s expression paused and spit out three words with a hint of laughter: “Egg fried rice.”

The crowd first squatted and then laughed.

“There is milk.” The woman then added: “How much do you guess he sells? One hundred and eight for fried rice and eighty for milk.”

This sentence made several waiters stunned.

"Oh, he wants to make money and want to be crazy?" A man in his early twenties laughed.

“This is also called a restaurant? Can you have a customer!”

"Yes, he thought he was a kitchen god? Isn't it so funny to sell so expensive?"

In the midst of discussions, several people can find a sneer from the other side's eyes. Although they did not say it, they felt that the boss's nerves had problems.

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

As he spoke, the manager couldn’t help but smile and looked at the woman. “Why didn’t you taste the taste of the 280 yuan meal?”

"I am not sick again." The woman grinned.

Her heart already thought that eating 280 eggs of fried rice was a sick act.

According to her statement, now Zhang Han’s restaurant has ushered in three ‘sick’ people.

"Boss, when is the good meal?" Liang Mengqi walked in with a smile.

"Twenty minutes." Zhang Han looked at her and responded with a word.

"Then let's wait a little while." Liang Mengqi said, and when she saw the sissy going to the big table used by Zhang Han, she hurriedly reminded: "Hey, this is the place for the guests."

"What? Don't sit casually?" The sissy gave a slight glimpse.

"What do you think? That is where the boss and his daughter eat." Liang Mengqi gave him a look and took the lead in sitting on a small chair on the side of the guest table. The short-haired woman did not say anything and sat directly opposite Liang Mengqi.

"So small table? I am going, Mengqi, you are not pitting us? Where are you doing this?" The sissy said.

"Is there a place next to the table? Don't sharpen it, sit down quickly, or you will go out and stay!" The short-haired woman glanced at him.

"Where, I am sitting next to me? Really, I can tell you, if this meal is not tasteful today, the old lady is going to smash the street!" The sissy snorted.

"It’s awkward, my scalp is numb!" The short-haired woman turned her eyes away.

"Giggle... You two, a girl and a woman, really paired." Liang Mengqi said with a chuckle.

The sissy name is Zhao Dahu, a very hard-nosed name, very mother-in-law, and the short-haired woman named Yu Qingqing, very soft name, very hearty character, more interestingly, this Zhao Dahu is still struggling to pursue Yu Qingqing, Has been chasing for nearly two years.

"Who is like him, I don't like a sissy!" Yu Qingqing said without a good voice.

"Hey! People like women." Zhao Dahu muttered, then looked at the surrounding environment and said: "Which restaurant is decorated here? Just three small tables, I see that guy is not The sincerity of opening a restaurant."

"How do people decorate with you? How can you not grind your mouth?" Yu Qingqing turned and patted Zhao Dahu's shoulder.

"Well, people don't say anything?" Zhao Dahu twisted his body and said: "Although it is not like a restaurant, the decoration here is quite chic. It is really an jade wall, let alone this one. The Steinway piano is so cool that you don't know if it's a pure display."

"I tell you, Zhao Niangniang." Liang Mengqi said to Zhang Hannu, saying: "The piano skills of others are not lost to Mr. Lang."

"Really? Is it so powerful?" Yu Qingqing said with some surprise.

"Hey, Meng Qi, I see you are afraid not to look at the old man? So bragging for others, hehe." Zhao Dahu said yin and anger, said that he suddenly sniffed his nose and said: "Hey? Is this the taste of goat's milk? It's so sweet."

"Yeah, this milk seems to be very pure." Yu Qingqing also asked about the taste of goat's milk. He turned his gaze and saw Zhang Hanzheng pouring two goat's milk out of the goat's milk, and there was still some left in the pot. Teng Teng, milky and elegant.

"Oh..." Liang Mengqi’s stomach screamed twice. She subconsciously put out her tongue and licked her **** lips, murmating: "It’s almost impossible to endure."

In her eager wait, finally, twenty minutes of suffering.

"Meng Meng, let's go eat." Zhang Han put the breakfast on the table, walked over and picked up and was still looking at the animation face.

"Don't eat." Meng Meng cheered in her arms and held a small arm. When she sat at the table, she saw Liang Mengqi three.

"Yeah, Miss Sister is coming?" Meng Meng waved a small palm.

"Morning morning is good." Liang Mengqi smiled sweetly, and there was a small dimple on her right cheek.

"Morning morning is good." Zhao Dahu and Yu Qingqing also smiled and said hello.

"Hello, hey." Meng Meng first politely said hello, then remembered what the two said at the beach, and then snorted, turned around and picked up the spoon to start eating breakfast.

"Your plates are on the counter, and the rice is in the rice bowl above. Go to the rice yourself. There is milk in the big pot next to the goat." Zhang Han said to the three people.

"Okay." Liang Mengqi rushed to get up and walked over.

Yu Qingqing frowned slightly.

Open the restaurant for the guests to go to the meal, this is the first time she met, if you have a buffet, the key is to buy a small restaurant that sells fried rice!

"Hey!" Zhao Dahu glanced at Zhang Han, and walked over with a twist.

"It's really pure egg fried rice, only eggs and rice, even green onions are so little, but it smells like it is OK." Zhao Dahu sniffed his nose, and after the two ladies finished their meal, he gave himself a meal. One.

Milk and goat milk are only seen. The three have chosen goat milk. They often drink milk, but goat milk is rarely consumed.

Only when Zhao Dahu and Yu Qingqing had finished milk, they turned and suddenly stopped.

I saw Liang Mengqi returning to the table in three steps and two steps. After the breakfast was put down, the wind and the clouds were eaten.

Seeing her eating, some of them think that she seems to have not eaten for three days.

“Is it really delicious?” Yu Qingqing and Zhao Dahu looked at each other and muttered.

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

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

Is this... really an egg fried rice?

Yu Qingqing’s heart actually had doubts. She closed her eyes and chewed a few mouthfuls. After swallowing in, she felt comfortable all the time.

She looked down at the egg fried rice in the dish, looked at Liang Mengqi who had already eaten half of it, and finally glanced at her own spoon. She began to eat at a speed three times faster than usual.

I remember a chef who said a word: the fun of food is to let the person who eats fully participate in it, just like a wonderful taste travel.

Yu Qingqing is like this at this time, she has been intoxicated.

Vaguely, she seemed to hear the choking sound of Zhao Dahu.

"Oh.....It’s so delicious, it’s too special. It’s a fried rice. It’s just life....”