Chapter : 42

Compared to this, Wang Long's Egg-Fried Rice was like heaven and earth!

After eating a few mouthfuls, Liang Mengqi took the chopsticks from the side, grabbed a 100m piece of chopstick and looked at it carefully.

The rice was round and plump, snow-white and sparkling. She tried biting into a grain of rice, but the power made her sigh repeatedly.

'I'm afraid what the boss said is true. Even a hundred years of rice drying in Thailand can't compare to his rice.

She picked up another small piece of egg and savored it. It gave her the feeling that she had never eaten an egg before.

It was only the carrot that brought her back to her senses.

"This carrot is the real deal." Liang Mengqi's eyes became unfocused, as he finally tasted a bit of the familiar taste of the carrot.

"This Egg Fried Rice is really worth fifty thousand yuan. The boss is selling it for two hundred and eighty yuan. He's really a kind merchant."

Liang Mengqi sighed with emotion. He thought about the two girls who had just left. If they knew the taste of the Egg-Fried Rice, they would probably regret making the choice to leave!

Liang Mengqi started to eat. As she ate, she could not remember anything else except for the Egg-Fried Rice in front of her!

Until the point when she finished eating, Liang Mengqi was still holding onto the spoon and reaching towards the lunchbox subconsciously. But when she realized that there was no more food, a sense of loss rose in her heart.

She turned her head to the side to take a look. Seeing that Mengmeng and Zhang Han had finished eating, the little princess was praising the deliciousness of the PaPa's food.

"Boss." Liang Mengqi whispered.

"Hmm?"

"That …" Liang Mengqi said bashfully, "I'm not full yet. I want another serving of Egg-Fried Rice and milk."

"Yes."

Zhang Han nodded and walked over to the kitchen counter. There was still about a plate of Egg-Fried Rice left, so he scooped it up for Liang Mengqi and poured himself a cup of milk. He wanted to give it to her, but he realized that this girl was actually behind him watching him eagerly.

Thus, Zhang Han directly placed it on the small counter outside the kitchen. As if he had obtained a treasure, Liang Mengqi carefully walked over while carrying food.

"PaPa, Mengmeng also wants to eat, but he's full." Mengmeng sat at the dining table with a slightly conflicted expression on his face.

There was still a third of her plate left.

"You can't eat anymore after you've eaten your fill. Daddy will cook for you tomorrow morning." Zhang Han walked over and laughed as he rubbed Mengmeng's little head.

"Humph!" But how can little big sis eat two servings. " Mengmeng said with a light snort.

"Because when a person grows up, his appetite will also increase."

"Then, when will Mengmeng grow up? Mengmeng also wants to eat it." Mengmeng pouted, his eyes never leaving the Egg-Fried Rice on the plate.

"Mengmeng will slowly grow up." Zhang Han said as he took the plate and placed it in the sink.

Since he couldn't see the Egg-Fried Rice, Mengmeng thought less.

Zhang Han carried Mengmeng and sat on the small sofa on the side of the piano.

"PaPa, what are you doing sitting here? Mengmeng still wants to play with toys. " Mengmeng asked curiously.

"You need to rest for a while after eating. Listen to the piano pieces that Daddy will give you, then go play." Zhang Han smiled and said.

Someone said that it was wrong to walk 100 steps to 99 after a meal. Under normal circumstances, you would need to rest for half an hour after a meal before you could exercise. If you exercised immediately after a meal, it would affect your digestive system.

Initially, Mengmeng heard that she could not play, and pouted her lips. But after hearing that Zhang Han wanted to play the piano, she became interested, and raised her small arm to welcome the PaPa's performance.

Zhang Han sat on the piano chair, opened the lid, and swiped his finger from the left to the right of the key.

Zhang Han listened to the sound of the piano, and nodded in satisfaction.

It seemed that Zhao Kai's friend was indeed a professional.

"One... Kahnong's Variations are dedicated to my cute little Mengmeng. "

Zhang Han spread out both of his hands, and played the same song as before, that he had when he was looking at Mengmeng.

These words caused Mengmeng to be extremely happy as he said in a low voice, "Daddy you are the host someone (Daddy, you are the most handsome!)

"Hur Hur Hur Hur."

Zhang Han shook his head with a bland smile. After taking in a light breath, he pressed his hand down.

A classic, Canon variation begins to play.

At this time, Liang Mengqi had finished eating her Egg-Fried Rice. She patted her swollen stomach and shook her head as she sighed.

Wasn't this Egg Fried Rice too delicious?

Even with Liang Mengqi's picky tongue, he was able to eat two servings of Egg-Fried Rice. This was enough to show just how amazing Zhang Han's Egg-Fried Rice was to a foodie!

'I wonder how he did it! '

Liang Mengqi drank a mouthful of milk, feeling the fragrance of the milk, suddenly, she heard the piano playing.

She couldn't help but turn her gaze over.

Eh? He can play the piano?

Liang Mengqi was a little curious in his heart.

'What a surprise. He seems to have played quite well.

Liang Mengqi looked at Zhang Han's side profile. Just as she finished enjoying the taste of the tongue, her ears started to enjoy itself again. For a moment, she was in a daze.

Although the melody still had the same melody as the one that Zhang Han had played, the changes in rhythm and melody seemed to have caused the song to become more lively and melodious, while the changes in rhythm caused the song to become more melodious.

But no matter how one put it, it would mean that Zhang Han's piano skills had reached a certain level.

'He's a grand master of the piano! '

Liang Mengqi muttered in his heart as he looked at Zhang Han's profile.

She had some knowledge about the piano and liked to listen to many piano pieces. She knew that if a person did not need music scores and could control the rhythm of the piano instead of the piano score, then that person would already be a grandmaster pianist!

She was just like the genius piano player from China that she knew.

Lang was always the world's best piano master. Before returning home, he had conquered the conductor of the world's top ten symphony orchestras, and the world's surviving piano masters, including his teacher, the dean of the Curtis Academy of Music, Gary.

Curtis Academy was one of the top three classical music academies in the world, but since Chief Lang became famous in the world, Curtis was ranked first in the world this year, and the citizens didn't know who he was when he had those honors. He was asked to change his name once when he returned to the country because he was unknown, and this caused the world's top symphony orchestra and conductor to fly into a rage, berating that the organizers were blind and didn't even know who the world's new Archbishop was.

'Why does he feel like... "Billon is always stronger."

As Liang Mengqi listened, he actually felt this kind of feeling. Even he was a little surprised, because Chief Lang was a master with a famous reputation in the world!

If Zhang Han knew what Liang Mengqi was thinking, he would definitely let out a light laugh in his heart.

In five hundred years, even you can do it!

"This is the end of the song, I am giving Mengmeng a 'Chrysanthemum Blossom' for the summer." Zhang Han said with a light smile.

"PaPa is so powerful …" Mengmeng said with a little worshipful look on her face. Although she was confused listening, but she felt that the PaPa's hands were pressing very quickly on the piano.

As Liang Mengqi sat on the chair, he didn't have the thought of leaving. In his heart, he was slightly convinced by Zhang Han, even though the first time they met was not pleasant.

Just as Zhang Han was about to start playing the piano, there was another wave of customers in the restaurant.

This time, it was finally a boy. Four young men around the age of seventeen or eighteen walked in.

"Boss, what's the food here?" one of the boys asked.

Seeing this scene, Liang Mengqi sighed in her heart. She felt that the owner of the guest shop was about to go and busy himself, so she also planned to leave.

Only, what she didn't expect was that Zhang Han didn't even turn his head and only replied faintly:

"We're out of stock for today."

"Oh." The few youths turned around and left.

This couldn't help but cause Liang Mengqi to be slightly stunned, and he once again felt Zhang Han's might in his heart.

If she hadn't eaten two meals, she would have thought this was a fake restaurant. Who would open such a restaurant? While cooking for his daughter, he would sell two of them and then stop selling them?

"What a weirdo." Liang Mengqi muttered to himself.

In the next moment, the clear and melodious piano sound rang once again. This chrysanthemum Blossom Valley's summer, a very cheerful tempo made Zhang Han play it agilely.

After playing this song, Zhang Han placed the piano down and ended his performance.

"How awesome." Mengmeng praised.

"Pa Pa Pa …"

Liang Mengqi, who was at the back, could not help but clap in praise as well.

"What's your name?" Liang Mengqi asked Zhang Han curiously.

"My, my PaPa's name is Zhang … Han, my name is Mengmeng. " Mengmeng replied with her childish voice.

"Zhang Han..."

Liang Mengqi laughed and said: "Your piano talk is really not bad."

"Yes." Zhang Han nodded his head slightly.

"The Egg Fried Rice you made is more delicious, and the milk is especially delicious. How did you make it? Is the raw material better? " Liang Mengqi was extremely curious.

"I can't eat my ingredients anywhere else." Zhang Han replied with a smile.

"Can't you eat anywhere else? Then what should he do? "My mouth is about to be raised by you. After eating your food, I don't even want to eat other people's food anymore." Liang Mengqi pondered for a moment, and hurriedly asked, "When does your place usually open?"

"It depends on your mood." Zhang Han had not considered about the time, but he only planned to sell some for Mengmeng when he cooked, and he would not sell them anytime and anywhere.

It seemed like he had to get a sign outside to save the customers from coming in during business hours when they had nothing to do.

Zhang Han scratched his chin and thought.

"It depends on your mood?" Liang Mengqi was startled, this was the first time she had met such a restaurant.

However, thinking about the taste of the Egg Fried Rice just now, she was not interested in the other delicacies at all. Since she was already thinking about coming to eat the next day, she asked, "Is there a specific opening time?" I still want to eat Egg Fried Rice tomorrow. "

While speaking, Liang Mengqi had already changed into a pitiful expression, as if she was unhappy that she couldn't even finish eating the Egg-Fried Rice.

"About three times in the morning. From seven to eight in the morning, twelve to one in the afternoon, six to seven in the evening. Sometimes it will open but sometimes it won't." Thinking about it, Zhang Han still gave her a time that could be considered accurate.