Chapter 59: Human cuisine

"You are right." Zhang Han touched Meng Meng's head and said: "Do not worry, the more you eat, the better, the better, and I promise, there are still many you have never eaten." Great cuisine."
"Yes, what are you, can the boss talk about it?" Liang Mengqi and others must shine.
Even Zhao Feng, who has no words, has come to the spirit for a time, and looks at Zhang Han with his eyes burning.
"For example, fruit, crystal peach, red heart apple, ground hidden persimmon, nine-flavored pear, etc., as well as all kinds of meat that you have not eaten, such as the delicious shadow wolf meat, dark magic tiger meat, even Qinglong Meat, these you may have a chance to taste in the future, but recently you can eat Kobe beef, Taihu black pig, Wuzhumu sheep, these meats are meats that surpass 5A quality." Zhang Han said slowly. .
All the foods are innumerable, and the food is more common. The time is very long. After Zhang Han’s cultivation is upgraded, it is still possible for them to taste one or two.
However, they are only possible, and Meng Meng is bound to eat, because Meng Meng as the daughter of Zhang Han, the life of this life has begun to extend indefinitely.
Liang Mengqi, they are, after all, mortals. If Zhang Han can leave the earth in a hundred years, what are they waiting to eat? I am afraid that it has already become a bone.
Everyone listened to the confusion, and did not know what Zhang Han said, but now there are many kinds of fruit and meat, so they subconsciously think that Zhang Han is saying what is good for foreign imports, but finally , Kobe beef, Taihu black pig, Wuzhumu 沁 sheep have heard of, especially the last sentence of the meat beyond 5A quality!

And there is meat that goes beyond 5A quality?
Liang Mengqi’s small mouth is big, and some surprised.
"Don't say 5A, there are more than ten A." Zhang Han chuckled.
"Wow! Then, when can we eat meat?" Yu Qingqing said very excitedly.
"After a while, you are a member of the restaurant. I also have your share of cooking for Meng Meng, don't worry." Zhang Han shook his head and said.
"Okay, what do we eat in the morning?" Yu Qingqing asked again.
"Egg fried rice." Zhang Han replied.
In a word like pouring cold water, let a few people come back to God.
Just now they have been caught in an infinite reverie, painting cakes to fill the hunger, Wang Mei quenches thirst, and the expectation of the eyes in the eyes can be seen by anyone.
"Zhao Zong, this boss will be very foolish, and your eyes will be green."
The two people who followed Zhao Dahu whispered:
"Yeah, he said too god, is the meal here so delicious?"
"Isn't it just egg fried rice? I often eat it. It seems that the egg fried rice is a taste. The egg fried rice here is good. Can't you eat other flavors?"
This person did not believe it at first.
But when he tasted the first egg fried rice.
His expression has completely changed, like a pilgrimage, very reverent and quickly eaten the egg fried rice, followed by a second copy, and after the end of the meal.
This scene, but let Meng Meng a little surprised, also whispered in the ears of Zhang Han:
"Hey, look at it, the little brother is eating three..."
After seeing Zhang Han, some of them couldn’t help but couldn’t help but see three bowls of wine. They haven’t seen three bowls of fried rice.
This person ate three copies in a row, but I don't know, this highest record was broken in a few days by a sip of four.
The man, who ate three meals and drank two cups of milk, made a full sigh and said with a sigh:
"This is not an egg fried rice. This is simply a meal. God, I can eat the taste of life. Ah, what to do, I want to eat..."
"Do not eat anything, who is responsible for the death?" His companion said with no anger.
Not only is he persuaded to eat less, but his heart is still muttering:
‘What's special, Lao Tzu treats, this guy is really dead! Three meals, two cups of milk, how much is it?
The man paid the money very sadly and left the restaurant sadly.
The reason why I am sad is that he feels that he has to spend a lot of money to eat here in a month. The important thing is that... the salary is not enough!
It’s a very painful thing to eat and have no money.
Liang Mengqi three people left the tableware before they left. Zhao Feng looked in his eyes and felt that he could also buy a set of cutlery. From the heart, using disposable tableware or porcelain cutlery without serious Comfortable.
After the people left, the time came to eight o'clock, and Zi Yan called every day.
It was a chat with Zhang Han for a while. The two people’s topics were gradually increased when they were on the phone. Sometimes Zizi would tell Zhang Han some interesting things about shooting MV. Zhang Han said that he played with Meng Meng. thing.
This kind of chat made the relationship between the two better, and the feeling of strangeness began to melt.
But this is to make Meng Meng a little dissatisfied, noisy: "Hey, Ma Maguang talks to you, oh... time is getting longer and longer, and time to talk with Meng Meng is less..... ."
In the morning, Zhang Han accompanied the little princess to watch the cartoon. After watching it for two hours, Zhang Han and Meng Meng began to draw and play.
"Hey, guess what is this for me?" Meng Meng simply painted a face.
The appearance is rough, the face is far away, the eyes are two small points, the two nostrils are slightly larger, the mouth uses a straight line, and there are only three or two wavy hair on the head.
"Pig?" Zhang Han said in a hesitant tone.
"Well, it’s not a pig." Meng Meng’s eyes looked stunned. The dissatisfied tone said: "Hey, look at it carefully and see if it doesn't look like you."
"Hey...keke...." Zhang Han’s mouth trembled. He said in a suspicion tone: "The dad guessed, let me see, eh? It seems like Meng Meng.. ..It's me."
"Hey? Really? Really see it?" Meng Meng's eyes lit up.
"Oh! This is not a daddy?" Haha, the painting is so beautiful, it seems like Dad." Zhang Han showed a soft and happy smile and said something contrary to his heart.
"Giggle....hey, you can be handsome and handsome...." I got a compliment, and Meng Meng can be happy.
Noisy and painted a numb beside the sly.
Looking at the face of the 妍 驴 驴 , , , , , , , , ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘
I am afraid that if she sees it, her look will be very interesting.
I painted 粑粑 and hemp, and Meng Meng wants to paint oneself.
"amount?"
After Meng Meng’s happy painting, he stopped and looked at his own painting, and he was not satisfied at all. He said with a grin,
It’s not like Meng, it’s not like Meng Meng...

In her heart, Meng Meng should be the cute version of the Q version on the restaurant plaque.
"Come, Dad draws a cute..."
Zhang Han quickly picked up the pen to save the field.
In the morning, I spent time in laughter and laughter.
Near the 12 o'clock, the restaurant welcomed two customers.
The first batch was the blonde man Sun Dongheng who came last time. This time he drove a BMW Z4 and pulled another tall beauty.
It seems that this kid should be a bubble madman.
"Boss big brother is good at noon." Sun Dongheng greeted with enthusiasm, and suddenly remembered that in this restaurant, the boss does not necessarily buy the account, must be slippery and must be cute, so he rushed to look at Meng Meng, laughing more enthusiastic: "Meng Meng little princess is good at noon....."
"Oh, good." Meng Meng snorted with clear eyes and the little princess remembered how he was screaming at the restaurant.
"Wow, cute little north nose." Sun Dongheng's beautiful woman said exaggeratedly.
"Of course, the boss is very powerful. His daughter is of course better. Let's sit here. The round table is the boss and Meng Meng." Sun Dongheng took the beautiful woman and sat down at the small table on the side of the window.
"Where are these three small tables a place for customers?" The beautiful woman licked her mouth and some could not believe it.
"Well, it is good to have food to eat. When you finish eating, you will know. Even if you are standing and eating, some people will be willing." Sun Dongheng is now completely conquered by Zhang Han’s egg fried rice, and I am dead. The way of loyalty powder.
"Boss big brother, when do you cook?" Sun Dongheng felt a little hungry, so he asked.
Zhang Han took a look at the time, only 11:40, and replied: "Wait a minute, I will cook the rice first."
"Okay." Sun Dongheng responded.
Zhang Han’s cooking time was a little less, six cups.
When cooking time, Zhang Han began to meet.
The face of Xinyue Mountain is the same size as rice. The white rice is delicious and delicious, so the white noodles will attract people's hearts.
Originally, the steamed steamed bun was very fragrant, and it was both strong and fragrant. The new moon mountain, the best white flour in the world, was afraid of conquering a large number of people.
There are more pasta practices, taro, rolls, fritters, buns, noodles, bread, cakes, etc. There are too many things to do.
At noon today, Zhang Han does not intend to steam steamed buns, steamed steamed buns are also learned, steamed steamed buns to face, may have a sour taste after a long time, the alkali surface will be more yellow, some alkali, and there are The way of the face, the amount of water added, etc., in a word: all the details.
Zhang Han has not studied this aspect, he will only do one, and that is dumplings!
When Zhang Han was young, he had a lot of dumplings with his parents. At that time, his father was licking his face, his mother was responsible for the bag, and Zhang Han was putting a small piece of facial plaque into a flat shape. Round, so it's convenient to cover the dough.
A few times, Zhang Han also remembered the whole process of making dumplings. Now, although some have forgotten the details, Baidu will know that it will be clear when you check Zhang Han for a moment.