Godly Stay-Home Dad

Liang Mengqi didn't mind the news, and even the expression raised a rare charm and embarrassment. She said in the tone of begging:

"Oh, I beg you, just eat a little bit, okay? You can't eat it either. If you have left it and waste it, just eat a little. If you taste it, you can't do it? People are your dead loyalty!"

"I am also a dead loyalty! Boss, you can't pull me down!" Yu Qingqing hurriedly echoed.

"The people are also the dead loyalty of the boss's brother." Zhao Dahu said in an anxious tone.

"Cough...." Zhao Feng coughed softly. It seems that some people did not expect that they would have such a day. His voice said very lightly: "I think I am."

"No!" Zhang Han's attitude is still determined.

Seeing Zhang Han refused, Zhao Feng was better, and Liang Mengqi was somewhat lost and sad.

For a foodie, you can't eat the food that you especially want to eat. The kind of uncomfortable thing is the same as when a smoker commits a cigarette addiction and has no smoke to smoke. Oh, no, it’s light, it should be a drug addict. When you suck.

Zhang Han turned a blind eye to their expressions, but the little princess next to him could not bear it.

She looked at the poor expression of a few people, and the milk voice said: "Oh, or else, don't give the younger sisters a little bit...."

For a moment, Liang Mengqi, Yu Qingqing, and Zhao Dahu’s eyes raised another hope. However, some people know that Zhang Han is very concerned about Meng Meng!

The little princess said, I don’t know if Zhang Han would agree.

At this moment, Liang Mengqi's three hearts are extremely nervous, and even let Zhao Dahu feel that the tension at this time is even more fierce than when he applied for work.

In the face of Meng Meng, Zhang Han sinks down.

One second, two seconds...

In an extremely tense atmosphere, finally, ten seconds later, Zhang Han’s head turned and said:

"I want to eat my food, but the rules still have to be."

"What rules do you say! I promised!" Liang Mengqi quickly nodded and answered.

"In my restaurant, I have a membership card to eat the dishes I made, the price of the membership card..... The first ten are cheaper, one million, one membership card can only be used by one person. Zhang Han thought about it.

Since Meng Meng is open, Zhang Han can make an exception. Since there is an exception, there must be rules.

Originally, Zhang Han planned to have a membership card of at least 10 million or more, but Liang Mengqi three people respected themselves, and they also gave them some face. Selling them is cheaper, so they only say one million price. .

As soon as this statement came out, several people glimpsed.

One million membership cards are not available anywhere, but Liang Mengqi, who has experienced high-end clubs, feels very worthy. It can be seen from her excited eyes.

But one million is not a low cost for Yu Qingqing and Zhao Dahu. The two work for a few years, and the deposits are all about three million. It takes a third to use it all at once, and it will inevitably be somewhat distressing. .

However, considering it for less than two seconds, they looked at a few dishes on the table of Zhang Han, and their eyes became extremely firm.

"Okay, okay, I want a membership card, I want the first membership card!" Liang Mengqi reacted the fastest. She rushed to the door and stood up and walked to the kitchen counter. She looked back and forth at the egg fried rice and normal rice. Finally decided to eat rice and vegetables.

With a little rice, Liang Mengqi came to Zhang Han in front of the plate and learned to sprout and said:

"Boss, take a little bit, try it..."

Zhang Han sighed and took her plate and pinched each dish.

Liang Mengqi is looking at the heart and soul.

Grateful eyes looked at Meng Meng, said: "Meng Meng, I really love you, you are so good, thank you, cute cute little princess!"

"Giggle..." Meng Meng heard the praise, and smiled very happily, waving a small palm like a decent, and the voice of the milk replied: "Miss sister is welcome."

Liang Mengqi smiled and took the plate back.

"boss......"

The second voice followed, Yu Qingqing stood next to Zhang Han with a plate: "I want a second membership card, I, I want to eat a little..."

"Yeah." Zhang Han gave her some food.

"Thank you." Yu Qingqing first thanked Zhang Handao, then looked at Meng Meng, said: "Thank you Meng Meng, Meng Meng is the most cute."

"Uh huh... no, you are welcome." Meng Meng waved his hand and answered.

"Boss brother..." Zhao Dahu also came.

After separating some dishes again, Zhao Dahu thanked Meng Meng for his satisfaction.

The cute little face smiled even more happily, feeling like a little hero at this time.

However, she is really a hero in the hearts of three people!

At the same time, the three people also learned that Zhang Han was so concerned about Meng Meng. In the future, it would be better to please Zhang Han than to please Meng Meng!

They seem to have found a way to deal with Zhang Han.

"Amount... Boss, I am going to have a fourth membership card. The food you made is really delicious." Zhao Feng took the paper plate and came together.

Zhang Han had no choice but to give Zhao Feng some food, and left him with only a quarter of the dishes.

"Thank you Meng Meng little princess." Zhao Feng smiled at Meng Meng, and walked back with satisfaction with the plate.

"You're welcome, you're welcome..." Meng Meng still happily waved her little arm, but when she saw her clear eyes, she only had a spicy dish.

"amount?"

Meng Meng stunned, and whispered and said: "Hey.....唔..... You are really welcome...there is so little left..."

Zhao Feng heard that the facial muscles were slightly shaking, but the dishes were four points, and it seemed that he got the least!

"Come on, Meng Meng." Zhang Han smiled and shook his head and said: "Not much, but Meng Meng's meal is relatively small, enough to eat."

"Well, eat rice..." Meng Meng continued to eat, Zhang Han still did not move chopsticks, but went to the kitchen counter to bring a bowl of egg fried rice back.

After eating a half ring, there was very little leftover. Meng Meng used a small chopstick to hold the last piece of braised eggplant and watched it for two seconds. She said that she wanted to eat it, but she eventually extended the small chopsticks. Into the bowl of Zhang Han.

"Hey, you eat." Meng Meng said milk.

"Daddy is almost full, Meng Meng eat it." Zhang Han smiled softly, sandwiched the braised eggplant with chopsticks and handed it to Meng Meng's mouth.

There was a clear feeling that Meng Meng swallowed a spit, but she licked her mouth and said with a small and firm tone: "Well, eat, eat."

Zhang Han’s heart trembled at this moment.

He is not talking about anything, his heart is inexplicably a bit sour, and his father loves motherhood is great, but at the same time, his children's love is also deep, Meng Meng is only three years old, and the subconscious expression of love will soften Zhang Han's heart. .

Zhang Han clipped the eggplant and bit the mouth about a quarter.

"Well, it's delicious. Dad has eaten it. Let's eat it." Zhang Han put the remaining one-third in the cute bowl.

"Hey... Meng Meng eats, hey is the best." This Meng Meng did not refuse, and ate and ate.

This scene makes Liang Mengqi's eyes tremble. They enjoy the taste buds and have some little guilt. After all, they have separated the sprouts, but at the same time, if they are not, they will not happen. In one scene, the mood of several people is somewhat complicated.

The reason they didn't think about it all at all was that Zhang Han didn't have a lot of dishes, and he didn't even think they were eligible to eat a meal.

Not only them, but Zhao Feng’s expression has also changed.

"His daughter is in his heart... very important, this is a weakness, but also a scale."

Zhao Feng’s heart is indulged. He feels Zhang Han’s casual character. He feels that even if he is provoked by Zhang Han, he may be fine, but if he is provoked Meng Meng, it will definitely happen. Zhang Han is a big hidden person in the city. The more casual the performance, but touch his anti-scale, then he will erupt more!

I have to say that Zhao Feng’s perspective on people watching things will always be deeper.

Don't want to be so much, or enjoy the food first.

When a few people ate the first rice, they suddenly found out that the rice here was so fragrant.

This scent is really a supreme enjoyment of taste buds, soft, tender, fragrant, everything, even if light gives them rice, it is estimated that they will also eat very happy.

The four of them did not have a lot of dishes. Their actions were roughly the same. They all tasted a small dish of the three dishes.

However, they saw that they smashed when they ate the first egg and fried tomatoes.

'what's the situation? ’

‘A common egg fried tomato is so delicious? ’

‘I’m done, I can’t leave this restaurant in the future, what can I do? ’

‘...’

Ten hearts of the four people drifted through the curtain, followed by the bean stewed potatoes and braised eggplant.

Then, they want to control the rhythm, chew slowly, but find that unconsciously, the hand speed is much faster, eating it bit by bit, suddenly, their rice and vegetables are gone!

"Nothing?" Liang Mengqi looked at the empty plate, and said something in a lost tone.

She feels she is only 70% full! Can you still have a bowl of rice?

"Not eating enough..." Yu Qingqing licked his lips and felt the fragrance in his mouth. He couldn't himself for a long time.

"Oh..." Zhao Dahu just sighed softly to express the unsatisfied heart.

Zhao Feng has no speech action, just silently pick up the paper cup to taste the milk.

Looking at his gaze, it is obvious that he is also lamenting the deliciousness of this meal.

In the midst of a few people, the restaurant welcomed two guests.

A man and a woman are all in their early twenties. The men are dyed with blond hair, dressed in famous brands, and some frivolous expressions. The woman’s looks are good and tall, but she is inferior to Liang Mengqi.

"Boss, give me two hundred and eighty pieces of fried rice for me!" The young man's tone is not very good, and there is a disdain in his tone. It seems that he is not satisfied with the price of this fried rice.

"The rice is on the counter, the paper tray is next to it, and I go to Sheng." Zhang Han replied.

“What are you talking about?” The blonde youth frowned and said in a cold voice: “Let the guests own their own meals? Do you have business like this?”