Chapter 102: Don't compare with this restaurant (seventh)

"Like..." One of the men couldn’t help but swallow, whispering: "The face looks like a good one."
"Yeah." The manager of the next-door shop shook his head gently and said: "They usually eat very elegantly. Now it’s enough to tell everything, hey, but unfortunately I am not a member."
"The boss's egg fried rice is so delicious, the noodles should be delicious, and their heads must be drilled into the bowl." Xiaomei said, opposite the manager.
Sometimes the environment can also affect the minds of others. Some people who eat very fragrant will also affect the appetite of others. For example, if a person with a small amount of food eats with a person who eats very fragrant, it will be unconsciously Eat a few mouthfuls.
At this time, on the table of the members there, everyone ate the noodle soup with a big mouth, and the sound of the squeaking sound was in the mouth, listening to other people’s hearts, causing them to want to taste the clear soup. surface.
But no, no members, can't eat!
The hearts of everyone are laughing and laughing.
As everyone knows, the amount of clear noodle soup prepared by Zhang Han is quite large, and there is no intention to only give members a meal. However, after Zhang Han finished the meal, he called Zhang Li and went straight to the upstairs to eat.
"Hot....good!" Liang Mengqi drank the last soup in the bowl and said, "I can still eat a bowl!"
"I can still eat a bowl and a half!" Yu Qingqing also drank the soup, just said something, suddenly she thought of something, said: "Oh, no, the boss's cold dishes?"
"Oh, forget to take it, the cold dish is on the side of the skillet!"
Liang Mengqi took the forehead and just after the face was over, his eyes were attracted by the thin, crystal-clear noodles, and even the little cold dishes on one side were forgotten.
So the two quickly got up and walked over to each other to have a bowl of clear noodle soup, and took two dishes of cold dishes and walked back.
"Taste this potato, ah~ sour and spicy, delicious." Liang Mengqi put a chopsticks and potatoes into his mouth, sour and charming.
"Meng Qi, you try this cucumber." Yu Qingqing just finished eating a piece of cucumber, her eyes are bright, she likes this kind of vegetarian dish, and the cucumber goes down, crisp and delicious, which makes her unable to extricate herself.
The voices of the two of them reminded other members that they rushed to get up. When they took the second bowl of noodles, they took the cold dishes by themselves. The amount of cold dishes was not much, but everyone also had a small dish. It also looks like The boss specially left them for them.
At this time, not only the people on the first floor were amazed, the second floor, Zi Yan, Zhou Fei and Zhang Li, and the little princess Meng Meng also eaten, and the sound of screaming is like playing a song. .
Nowadays, Zhang Han's cooking has completely conquered them. If it is accidental to say that a meal is delicious, then the second meal is inevitable.
There is a saying that is good: to conquer his heart, first conquer his stomach.
This sentence can reflect the mood of a people to eat for food, and at this time Zhang Han is completely won the stomach of these diners and people such as Zi Yan.
At the same time, the international friend blond man at the door waited for a moment and entered the restaurant.
He stood at the door and waited for the reception of the waiter, but after waiting for two minutes, he did not pay attention to him.
"Hello?" The blond man screamed tentatively.

What?
Liang Mengqi is eating a third of the noodles in the bowl. Her stomach has to rise, so the frequency of eating has dropped. I want to taste slowly. I will hear the back. Sound, she turned her head and answered her mouth.
"Where is the service staff at the restaurant?" said the blond man hesitantly.
His Chinese is a bit crappy, but it can also make people clearly understand that Liang Mengqi is not in the ink after hearing the words, directly using a smooth English answer:
"There is no service staff. There is a space for you on the white table. You go to the bar to eat."
Liang Mengqi introduced it briefly. As everyone knows, this discourse caused a huge wave in the heart of a blond man.
This is also called a restaurant?
What service? What attitude?
How to open a restaurant? Why?
The blond man’s heart is already a little unhappy.
Service-oriented!
This is especially true for the catering industry, but the rules of this restaurant have given the blond man four words:
Bad service!
But after lining up, he has already come in, and he is going to try to taste the value of the meal here. It is not worth the number of people to line up.
It turns out that when the blond man ate the first egg fried rice, it was already forced.
For a moment, the heart of the 10,000 barrage drifted, all kinds of incredible, all kinds of suspicions, all kinds of emotions, all kinds of emotions, and finally became admire and enjoy.
The blond man was very embarrassed and even had a little rice on his face. When others saw it, he smiled and shook his head, understanding the behavior.
Because when they first came, they also ate like this.
An egg fried rice was quickly eaten, and the blond man looked at the empty plate, and felt a sense of loss for a while.
This is gone?
I, I am not just eating?
Do I have an illusion?
His suspicion eventually turned into a sigh: "Hey... Egg fried rice, how can it be so delicious, magical Chinese, magical restaurant."
When he finished, he stood up and wanted to go to the kitchen counter because he had just seen a lot of clear noodle soup in the skillet next to the egg fried rice. He tasted the egg fried rice, although he wanted to eat another one. But still intend to taste the noodles.
Liang Mengqi, who was on one side, shook her head after hearing the snoring of the blond man, but when she saw the noodles, she quickly interrupted:
"Hey, hello! What are you doing?"
"What's wrong?" The blond man's movements, inexplicably said.

Do you have a membership card?
Liang Mengqi said rigorously.
"No."
"Now the non-members only have fried rice and milk, and the rest are members. This restaurant is very disciplined, so..." Liang Mengqi reminded him.
"But, but there are still a lot of clear soup noodles here." The blond man's mouth twitched slightly.
At the same time, I thought: Oh, what restaurant rules, if the boss knows my identity, then he is expected to ask me to taste his meal!
"But what, the rules are..." Liang Mengqi just answered.
Suddenly a word came from the stairs: "What happened?"
Looking around, I saw Zhang Han slowly walked down.
"Boss." Liang Mengqi's expression changed. He smiled and looked at Zhang Han. "This friend wants to eat noodle soup. I told him the rules of the restaurant. How? What? Is there any reward?"

Reward?
Zhang Han laughed and said:
There is no reward, then the soup can be eaten.

"Ah?" Liang Mengqi's expression was stiff.
Hey!
For a moment, those non-members looked like a hungry wolf.
"Can you eat?" Liang Mengqi asked again.
"Yeah." I got Zhang Han's affirmation. Those people who refused to eat the fried rice with eggs at the same time went straight to the counter. They planned to hold a bowl of noodles first. Even if they didn't eat first, it would be nice to put them on the side!
I just listened to the sound of snoring for a long time, but they have been watching for a long time. Now I can hear them can also eat noodle soup. This accident and the excitement in my heart are like the lottery.
It was a blond man who, after hearing the words, gave himself a bowl of clear noodle soup, while looking at the boss.
I have some doubts about my mind: I didn’t eat anybody before. I changed the rules as soon as I came. Do you know that my identity wants to please me?
However, doubts are doubtful, and the blond man will not say it. His work is inherently hidden.
Everyone will refresh the noodle soup and return to the table. When they eat the first bite, they can't help the second mouth, which makes the restaurant's whistling sound.
Even the blond man was immersed in the feast of this noodle soup.
It’s delicious, it’s delicious, how can it be so delicious.....
This is also the only thought in people's minds.
After the blonde man finished eating, he only felt the endless aftertaste. After seeing Zhang Han in the kitchen, he went straight to the kitchen bar.
"Hello boss." The blond man greeted him first.
"Yeah." Zhang Hantou did not respond with a reply.
"The rice here is delicious. Why is the egg fried rice and clear noodle soup so fragrant? Is there any secret spice additive?" asked the blond man in confusion.
This meal is the most fragrant meal he has ever eaten. The incense is somewhat outrageous. If there is an abnormality, there will be a demon, so he has some doubts in his heart.
"Because the boss's ingredients are the best!" Liang Mengqi answered the question at this time.

Ingredients?
The blond man’s expression was clear. Obviously, this reason did not convince him. He only said that he said:
Sorry, when I was traveling, I also ate a few meals of rice from the Michelin restaurant. They used The world's top Koshihikari, as well as the best fragrant rice and so on, but no one has this fragrance."
"Oh, don't take the common things and the rice of our boss. Our boss's rice is the best in the world, no one." Zhao Dahu smiled and glanced at the man and replied with a tone. A disdain for the rice that the blond man said in his mouth.
"And not? Those are recognized by the world." The blonde man questioned.
"Is there any use for recognition? Have you just tasted it?" Liang Mengqi said with a slight wrinkle.
This person is still questioning after eating? Looking for it? She said that Michelin's Samsung restaurant has not been eaten, and she has eaten a lot of homes. It is much better than the average restaurant, but it is more like the restaurant of the boss.
Seeing the face of Liang Mengqi, the blond man did not say deeply, looked at Zhang Han and said: "Hello, please, I will ask more questions. I also ate Michelin's royal flour, but it seems that from the taste, there is no boss. The flour in the noodle soup is delicious. I just want to know if it is because the ingredients are still because of the seasoning or because of the handwork?"
At this time, Zhang Han smiled faintly and turned to look at the blond man. He said: "It is the best whether it is ingredients, seasonings or crafts."
"The best? But I have eaten a lot of Michelin..."
"Don't you always take Michelin to say something?" Liang Mengqi snorted and said: "I will tell you this way. Michelin is just a joke in the eyes of this restaurant. There is nothing comparable, you should not Ask those nonsense!"