Chapter : 45

"For now, only Egg Fried Rice and Milk." Zhang Han turned his head to look at him and replied.

"mainlander?" The woman was slightly stunned, she could tell from Zhang Han's Mandarin that he looked down upon her.

Zhang Han glanced at her indifferently and ignored her.

As long as one spoke Mandarin outside, there would always be some people from Hong Kong who would reveal a disdainful expression. This was not discrimination, but a type of loathing.

He remembered that when Zhang Han and Zhang Li were chatting, Zhang Li said something about it. After coming to the Hong Kong for a few years, he also knew why the natives hated the mainlander.

She said that many mainlander use all kinds of methods to bear children in bed at Hong Kong Hospital, forcing many local pregnant women to go to more expensive private hospitals. Gradually, the positions of private hospitals were taken, you think you're very rich? I'm sorry, the mainlander is richer than you are, and there was even an official law in the Hong Kong that restricted pregnant women from coming to the Hong Kong to give birth to children, but was met with all kinds of protests, every weekend especially during holidays, when a large number of mainlander's went to the Hong Kong to shop, there were those who did not queue up, shouted and shouted, and rushed into the red light … There were also many goods that had been sold out.

Due to various reasons, the people of Hong Kong hated the mainlander, but in reality, there were birds of all kinds growing up in the forest. There were high quality people and low quality people everywhere, and there were also a lot of scum people in the Hong Kong.

However, Zhang Han had never cared about this kind of gaze.

How could an ant eater care about the look of an ant?

Forget about the people of Hong Kong, even the foreigners, aliens and cultivators, Zhang Han wouldn't care about them.

"Just these two? "Then I'll have a serving of Egg Fried Rice and a milk handle." The woman took out her wallet and asked, "How much is it?"

"One serving of Egg Fried Rice and 80 cups of milk." Zhang Han said: "If you want to eat, you have to wait half an hour."

"So expensive? "Then forget it." The woman quickly kept her purse, glanced at Zhang Han in disdain, and turned to leave.

After leaving the house, she quickly returned to the Sichuan Fragrance Restaurant next door.

The interior decorations and layout were also quite good. The main dish was Sichuan spicy food, and the chef was also invited over from Xichuan for a high price.

As the restaurant did not have much business in the morning, they were rather idle. The staff were only responsible for cleaning the place in the morning. At this moment, the manager of the restaurant and five waiters were sitting at a table beside the door.

"Manager, manager, I went to take a look, the restaurant beside was opened by a mainlander." The woman came back in a hurry, sat down, and said.

"It was opened by the mainlander?"

"Yet another mainlander who wants to come to the New Moon Bay to fish for money."

"…"

Several waiters discussed among themselves. As for the manager, he pondered for a moment and said, "What kind of food is being sold in the restaurant?"

The lady paused for a moment and said with a funny tone, "Egg Fried Rice."

The crowd was stunned at first, but then burst into laughter.

"And milk." The woman then added, "How much do you think he sold it for? Egg-Fried Rice costs two hundred and eighty yuan per serving and eighty yuan per cup of milk. "

These words caused the waiters to be stunned.

"Hehe, has he gone crazy wanting to earn money?" A man in his early twenties sneered.

"You call this opening a restaurant? It would be weird if there were customers! "

"Yeah, does he think he's a master Chef? Isn't selling it for so much money a joke? "

As they discussed amongst themselves, they could see a hint of ridicule in each other's eyes. Although they did not say it out loud, they all felt that there was something wrong with the boss's mind.

"How interesting." The middle-aged manager chuckled and shook his head. "I was wondering why the customers that went in the past two days came out in less than two minutes. So it was because of the price."

As he spoke, the manager couldn't help but laugh. He looked at the woman and said, "Then why don't you have a taste of the two hundred and eighty yuan of rice?"

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

In her heart, she already thought that eating two hundred and eight servings of Egg Fried Rice was a crazy act.

Based on what she said, Zhang Han's restaurant had three 'sick' people.

"Boss, when will it be a good meal?" Liang Mengqi led the way in with a smile.

"Twenty minutes." Zhang Han replied as he looked at her.

"Then let's wait for a while." Liang Mengqi said. When she saw a sissy walking towards the big dining table that Zhang Han was using, she quickly reminded him: "Hey, hey. This is the guest's place."

"What?" You don't want to just sit around? " The sissy was slightly stunned.

"What do you think? It's where the boss and his daughter eat. " Liang Mengqi rolled her eyes and took the first seat on the small chair at the side of the guest dining table. The short-haired woman didn't say anything and just sat opposite Liang Mengqi.

"Such a small table? Mengqi, you aren't trying to cheat us right? Where do you two think I should sit? " The sissy unhappily said.

"Isn't there room at the next table? Don't dilly-dally and sit down. Otherwise, you can go out and stay! " The short-haired girl glared at him.

"Fine, fine, fine. Can I sit next to you? "Seriously, let me tell you, if today's meal is not to my liking, I will curse everyone!" The sissy snorted.

"This is so despicable that my scalp is going numb!" The short-haired woman rolled her eyes.

"Cluck, cluck, cluck …" The two of you, a sissy and a woman, are really quite compatible. " Liang Mengqi said with a light smile.

As for the short haired woman, her name was Yu Qingqing. She had a very soft name and a very straightforward personality, but what was even more interesting was that Zhao Dahu had pursued Yu Qingqing for almost two years already.

"Who's compatible with him? I don't like a sissy like him!" Yu Qingqing said snappily.

"Humph!" I like women. " Zhao Dahu muttered, he then looked around at his surroundings and said: "How does this place look like a restaurant? It's only three small tables for customers. From what I see, that guy doesn't even have the sincerity to open a restaurant. "

"What does it have to do with you?" Can you not talk too much? " Yu Qingqing turned his head and patted Zhao Dahu's shoulder.

"Fine, fine, fine. I'm not going to say anything, right?" Zhao Dahu turned his body and said: "Although it doesn't look like a restaurant, but the decorations here are very unique. That place is really an emerald background wall.

"I'll tell you, Madame Zhao." Liang Mengqi pouted and said: "My piano skills are not inferior to Chief Lang's."

"Are you for real?" "So powerful?" Yu Qingqing said in surprise.

"Aiyo, Mengqi, I'm afraid you don't fancy that old man, right? I'm just boasting for someone else. Tsk tsk. " Zhao Dahu said in a strange tone. As he was talking, he suddenly sniffed and exclaimed: "Eh? Is this the smell of goat's milk? "It smells so good."

"Yeah, this milk seems very pure." Yu Qingqing asked about the smell of the goat's milk and turned to look. He saw Zhang Han pouring two cups of the cow's milk and there seemed to be some remaining in the wok.

"Gu gu gu …" Liang Mengqi's stomach squeaked twice, and she subconsciously stuck out her tongue to lick her sexy lips, muttering: "I'm almost about to be unable to endure it anymore."

As she anxiously waited, finally, twenty minutes of torture passed.

"Mengmeng, let's go eat." Zhang Han placed the breakfast on the dining table, and walked over and picked up the Mengmeng who was still enjoying watching the scene.

"Time to eat." Mengmeng cheered as she held her small arm up in the PaPa's embrace. Only when she sat down at the table did she see Liang Mengqi and the other two.

"Hey, big sis is here?" Mengmeng waved her small palm.

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

"Good morning, Mengmeng." Zhao Dahu and Yu Qingqing greeted with smiles as well.

"Hello, hmph." Mengmeng politely greeted them, and then, he remembered what the two of them said at the beach. He lightly snorted, turned his head, picked up a spoon, and began to eat his breakfast.

"Your plates are all on the counter, and your rice bowls are in the top. Go and scoop up the rice by yourself. There is milk in the big pot beside and goat's milk in the small pot." Zhang Han said to the three of them.

"Alright." Liang Mengqi excitedly stood up and walked over.

Yu Qingqing frowned slightly.

This was the first time she encountered a restaurant that allowed customers to serve their own meals. It was one thing if you were a buffet, but the most important thing was that you were a small restaurant that sold Egg Fried Rice!

"Humph!" Zhao Dahu rolled his eyes at Zhang Han, and slowly walked over.

"It's really pure Egg-Fried Rice. There are only eggs and rice. Even the number of green onions is so few. However, the smell seems to be good." Zhao Dahu sniffed, and after the two ladies finished eating, he also took a serving for himself.

As for milk and goat's milk, the three of them all chose goat's milk. They drank milk from time to time, but they rarely drank goat's milk.

Just when Zhao Dahu and Yu Qingqing finished pouring the milk, they turned around and were stunned.

Liang Mengqi returned to the dining table in three steps, placed the breakfast down, and started to eat as fast as he could.

From the way she ate, the two of them felt that she hadn't eaten for three days.

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

"Let's give it a try!" Zhao Dahu said as the two of them quickly walked back.

After sitting down, Yu Qingqing looked at Liang Mengqi who did not even raise his head, and was stunned once again. She scooped a spoonful of rice and put it into her mouth, and the moment she tasted the flavor, Yu Qingqing's eyes gradually widened.

This... Was it really Egg-Fried Rice?

Yu Qingqing's heart unexpectedly had doubts, she closed her eyes and chewed, and after swallowing it all, she felt very comfortable.

She then lowered her head and looked at the plate of Egg-Fried Rice, then at Liang Mengqi who was half finished eating, and finally at her own spoon. She started to eat with a speed three times faster than usual.

He remembered a master Chef saying: The joy of eating delicacies lay in being able to let the people who eat immerse themselves into it. It was like a wonderful taste trip.

Yu Qingqing was currently in such a state, she had already become intoxicated from eating.

Vaguely, she seemed to hear Zhao Dahu's choked voice from behind.

"Wuwuwu..." Too delicious, this is too f * cking delicious … "How is this an Egg-Fried Rice? This is simply life …"