Godly Stay-Home Dad

Wang Long’s egg fried rice is really a heaven on the ground compared to this one!

After eating a few mouthfuls, Liang Mengqi took the chopsticks from the side and took a few hundred meters to look at it carefully.

The rice grain was full and full of snow and white, she tried to bite a grain of rice, and the strength made her sigh again and again:

‘I’m afraid that this boss is telling the truth, then the Thai basmati rice is dried for a hundred years than his rice. ’

Then I picked up a small piece of egg and tasted it, which made her feel like she had never eaten an egg.

It was carrots that made her come back.

"This carrot is true." Liang Mengqi's eyes were slightly fascinating, and he finally tasted a little bit of familiarity on the carrot.

"This egg fried rice, really worth 50,000, the boss sells 280 yuan, it is really a conscience business."

Liang Mengqi felt with emotion, and the two girls who thought of leaving, if they knew the taste of egg fried rice, feared that they would regret making the choice to leave!

Liang Mengqi ate it in a mouthful, eating and eating, she didn't remember anything, only the egg fried rice in front of her eyes!

Until the time of eating, Liang Mengqi was still subconsciously holding a spoon to the lunch box. When she found that there was no food, her heart was faintly lost.

She turned her head and glanced at the inside. Seeing that Meng Meng and Zhang Han had already finished eating, the little princess was praising the delicious rice.

"Boss." Liang Mengqi whispered.

"Ok?"

"That..." Liang Mengqi said with a little embarrassment: "I didn't have enough to eat an egg fried rice and milk."

"Ok."

Zhang Han nodded and went to the kitchen counter. The egg fried rice still had almost the same amount. He gave Liang Mengqi a good meal and poured a glass of milk. He wanted to give her a pass, but found that the girl was fart. The look behind him was just looking at him.

So Zhang Han was placed directly on the small bar outside the kitchen. Liang Mengqi was treasured and carefully walked over with food.

"Hey, Meng Meng also wants to eat, but it is full." Meng Meng sat on the table with a little tangled expression.

There is still one third of her rice.

"If you are full, you can't eat it. Dad is doing it for you tomorrow morning." Zhang Han walked over and smiled and touched the cute little brain.

"Hey! But how can Miss Sister eat two copies?" Meng Meng said with a sigh.

"Because people grow up, the amount of food will grow bigger."

"That, when will Meng Meng grow up, Meng Meng also wants to eat it." Meng Meng whispered his mouth, eyes did not leave the egg fried rice in the plate.

“Meng Meng slowly grew up.” Zhang Han said, take the plate and put it in the sink.

I can't see the egg fried rice, and the cute thoughts are only three points less.

Zhang Han is holding a cute sofa sitting on the side of the piano.

"Hey, what are you doing here? Meng Meng still wants to play with toys." Meng Meng asked curiously.

"After eating, I have to take a break. You listen to Dad and talk to you about two piano pieces. After listening to it, you can play." Zhang Hanwei smiled and said.

Some people say that after a meal, a hundred steps to live to ninety-nine, I do not know this statement is not correct, under normal circumstances, you need to rest for half an hour after a meal, sit still for a while in exercise, if you exercise immediately after a meal will affect digestion .

Meng Meng originally couldn't play, and the little mouth was tooted up, but I heard Zhang Han want to play the piano, and suddenly came to the interest, holding a small arm to welcome the tricks.

Zhang Han sat in the piano chair, opened the lid, and swung his finger from the left side of the button to the right side.

Zhang Han listened to the tone of the piano and nodded with satisfaction.

The tone is very good. It seems that Zhao Kai’s friend is indeed a professional.

"One... Cannon Variations is dedicated to my cute baby."

Zhang Han’s hands spread out and he said to Meng Meng before he played.

This sentence makes Meng Meng happy, the milk voice said: "daddyyouarethemosthandsome (爹哋 you are the most handsome!)"

"Hehehe."

Zhang Han smiled and shook his head, and after a slight breath, his hand pressed.

A classic handed down, the Cannon Variations began to play.

At this time, Liang Mengqi’s egg fried rice was also finished. She patted the belly that felt like she was rising, shaking her head and feeling.

This egg fried rice is also delicious, right?

Rao can eat two egg fried rice with Liang Mengqi's picky tongue, which is enough to explain how Zhang Han's egg fried rice is for a foodie!

‘I really don’t know how he made it! ’

Liang Mengqi drank a small mouthful of milk and felt the mellow smell of milk. Suddenly, a piano sound poured into her ears.

She turned her eyes involuntarily.

Huh? Does he still play the piano?

Liang Mengqi’s heart is a bit curious.

‘It’s a good accident, the bomb looks pretty good. ’

Liang Mengqi looked at Zhang Han's side face, the tongue just enjoyed it, and the ear came to enjoy again. For a time, she was somewhat embarrassed.

The Kannon Variations played by Zhang Han, the rhythm and the scores are somewhat different, the rhythm is sometimes fast, sometimes slow, the songs played, although the tone is still Cannon, but the rhythm of the speed change seems to make the Khanon Variations live, the songs are cheerful , sometimes melodious.

But no matter how you talk, it shows that Zhang Han’s piano skills have reached a certain level.

‘He is a piano master! ’

Liang Mengqi looked at Zhang Han’s side and muttered.

She knows a little about the piano and likes to listen to a lot of piano music. She knows that when a person doesn't need a score and controls the rhythm of the piano instead of being controlled by the piano score, then this person is already a generation of piano masters!

It is like the Chinese piano genius that she knows.

Lang is always the world's superb piano master. Before he returned to China, he conquered the command of the world's top ten symphony orchestras and conquered the world's still alive piano masters, including his teacher, Curtis's dean, Gary.

Curtis College is the top three in the world of classical music, but since the general world of Lang, Curtis has ranked first in this year's world rankings. When there are these honors, the Chinese still don't know who Lang is, remember once. He returned to China because he was asked by the organizer to change his name. This move directly caused the world's top symphony orchestra and the commander to be angry on the spot, denying that the organizers had no eyes, even the new teachers of the world piano music industry did not know.

‘How do you feel that he..... is even better than Lang. ’

Liang Mengqi listened and listened, and there was such a feeling in his heart. Even he was a little surprised. He knew that Lang was a famous master in the world!

If Zhang Han can know Liang Mengqi's thoughts, he will definitely laugh.

Five hundred years, you can go to you!

"This first bullet is over, I am giving Meng Meng a summer of Jujiro." Zhang Han said with a chuckle.

"It's so good..." Meng Meng's face said a little admiration. Although she was confused, she saw that her hand was fast on the piano, and she felt very powerful.

Liang Mengqi sat in a chair and had no idea of ​​leaving. She was somewhat convinced of Zhang Han, although it was not pleasant to meet for the first time.

Just when Zhang Han was about to start playing the piano, the restaurant ushered in a wave of guests.

This time it was finally a boy, and four young men of seventeen and eight years old came in.

"Boss, what do you eat here?" one of the guys asked.

Seeing this scene, Liang Mengqi’s heart sighed slightly, feeling that the guest’s boss was going to be busy, so she was also planning to leave.

Just to her surprise, Zhang Han did not return, but a faint response:

"Today is sold out."

"Oh." Several young people turned and left.

This is not to let Liang Mengqi glimpse, and once again feel the power of Zhang Han.

If she had not eaten two meals, she would think that this is a fake restaurant. How can I open such a store? When I cook for my daughter, I will sell two copies by the way, and then I will not sell it.

"It's a weirdo." Liang Mengqi secretly muttered.

The next moment, the crisp piano sounds again, this summer of Kikujiro, a very cheerful rhythm makes Zhang Han play the gods.

After the song was finished, Zhang Han put the piano cover down and ended his performance.

"Great, great." Meng Meng praised.

"啪啪啪......."

Liang Mengqi couldn't help but applaud on the back side.

"What is your name?" Liang Mengqi asked Zhang Han to ask with some curiosity.

"I, I yell Zhang... Han, my name is Meng Meng." Meng Meng said.

"Zhang Han..."

Liang Mengqi smiled and said: "Your piano is really good."

"Yeah." Zhang Han slightly bowed his head.

"The egg fried rice you made is better, the milk is especially good, how did you make it? Is the raw material better?" Liang Mengqi was very curious.

"My ingredients can't be eaten anywhere else." Zhang Hanwei smiled and replied.

"Can't you eat anywhere else? What should I do? My mouth must let you raise a donkey. I don't want to eat other people's home when I eat your meal." Liang Mengqi indulged and hurriedly asked. Said: "When are you usually open here?"

"Look at the mood." Zhang Han did not consider the issue of time, but he only intends to sell some when cooking for Meng Meng, and will not sell it anytime, anywhere.

It seems that I have to get a brand at the door, and the provincial guests don’t know that business hours are all right.

Zhang Han felt his chin sinking.

“Look at the mood?” Liang Mengqi gave a slight glimpse, and she met this restaurant for the first time.

However, I thought about the taste of the egg fried rice. She was not interested in other foods. She had already eaten the next day, so she went on to ask: "Is there any specific opening time? I want to come tomorrow. Eat egg fried rice."

In the speech room, Liang Mengqi has put on a pitiful expression, it seems that she is not happy when she can't eat egg fried rice.

"About three in the morning, in the morning, from 7:00 to 8:00, from noon to 12:00, from 6:00 to 7:00, sometimes it will not open." I thought that Zhang Han still gave a It is an accurate time.