Godly Stay-Home Dad

"Okay, sir, come here, please ask on the second floor." The woman heard that she was coming to a big customer and hangs a very warm smile to welcome Zhang Han to the second floor.

"Sir, your daughter is so beautiful, it will be better to take care of the photos." The woman looked at Meng Meng and her eyes lit up.

When Meng Meng was with Zhang Han, she was always a natural hug. Only when she went to the beach, Zhang Han gave Meng Meng a ponytail.

This is so, the cute little face is also driving the alternative hairstyle.

There are no ugly hairstyles in the world, only those who can't control their hair styles, and some people, whether they have long hair or short hair, look good.

Some people have fewer hair styles, such as perm, or straight hair, etc. If you change their hair style, it may not be what you have for a long time, just like giving a bald man a crown. Head, that would be a violation.

And Meng Meng, good face, suitable for wild hair style, which will make the studio staff easy and much better.

"My daughter is of course beautiful, hairstyle, you look at the design." Zhang Han chuckled.

In the face of praise, Meng Meng is very happy, whispering the song, in the afternoon, Meng Meng changed a number of hairstyles, and took ten photos alone.

There is a bulging appearance, a happy smile, a cute beep mouth, and a face with a closed face and a goldfish mouth.

Even the photographer wants to be so sullen, because he loves art and feels like that kind of photo, it will definitely lead people, and it will be pitiful.

So he put the idea out.

"Oh... what is it like to cry?" Meng Meng asked with clear eyes and curiously.

And Zhang Han heard that it was a direct blink of an eye and answered:

"I want to be a fart, don't take photos."

The photographer’s expression was stiff, and he quickly made a laugh and began to take photos with Zhang Han and Meng Meng.

If you take a group photo, Meng Meng is more happy. There is a photo of riding a neck. Meng Meng rides on the neck of the donkey, raising his hands and leaving a happy face, while the lower side of Zhang Han can see it. Happy smile.

Of course, there are also photos of Meng Meng kissing, as well as a big face with a small face, as well as Meng Meng cuddling in Zhang Hanhuai, big hand and small hand and many other shapes.

After finishing the photo, the photographer added Zhang Han's WeChat and told him that the photo would be processed at night and washed out to the restaurant tomorrow morning.

When Zhang Han went downstairs to pay, he left directly. Before leaving, the photographer still praised:

"The photos of Mr. and your daughter are the photos I have taken the best and most warm feelings..."

In the face of praise, Zhang Han just smiled.

The mobile phone that just got on the bus Zhang Han rang and took a look. It was Zhang Li’s gimmick.

"Brother, are your restaurants open? How? Isn't there a customer for your two?" Zhang Li laughed and joked.

"Hey? What? I still started to tease your brother?" Zhang Han smiled and replied.

For the jokes of the dear, Zhang Han also liked it, and only when he was with his family, Zhang Hancai felt that he was the identity of his loved one, not the Hanyang Xianjun.

Family ties are not the difference in class strength that can change.

"I am not making fun of you. I know what you cook. I don't remember. When I was on my fifteenth birthday, you had a meal. What happened?" Zhang Li said with a smile.

"The result is that we have a day's stomach after eating, and finally you go to find aunt to complain, saying that my brother I want to murder you." Zhang Han said with a smile.

The mind also recalled the picture at the time.

At that time, Zhang Li was fifteen years old and she was 18 years old. Although she was very open in Beijing, she was young and frivolous, and she was somewhat ignorant. But for her sister, he still had a lot of pain. Zhang Li’s birthday, Zhang Han thought. Send a special gift.

So I thought about it and decided to make a big meal myself. As a result, everyone knows that this meal is like a laxative.

Since then, Zhang Li will always call Zhang Han a ‘kitchen killer! ’

If this incident makes Liang Mengqi know them, it is estimated that they will be surprised.

"Hey!" Zhang Li snorted and said: "I thought you forgot, I am going to have a day off, go to see you."

"Well, you come here, let you see the real cooking skills of the brother." Zhang Han smiled slightly.

It is estimated that Zhang Li has eaten her own meal and is reluctant to leave.

This is also good, after all, her night DJ's work is not very good, every day to go to the middle of the night, day and night upside down, it is still very hard, the important thing is that the place is mixed, three people and nine people, and they are watching the field at night. Most of them are people in the society. What Zhang Li said is also a slim beauty. If you don't think about it, some people who don't have long eyes will bother her.

Instead of doing the job, it’s better to stay in your own restaurant and have nothing to eat.

At this time, when Zhang Han was ready to come to Zhang Li, the food prepared should be richer and she would stay here completely.

Zhang Li smiled after hearing the words, and Zhang Han said a few words and then hung up the phone.

"Hey, yes....is your aunt coming to be a guest?" Meng Meng asked in the back seat a little curious.

"Yeah, your aunt is coming." Zhang Han nodded.

"Hey.....that, that Ma Ma is also coming back the day after tomorrow! Hey, we are not going to the big bird to pick up Ma Ma." Meng Meng milk voice reminded.

"Your mother can only arrive at ten o'clock in the evening. We can drive at nine o'clock in the past. Your aunt should be during the day." Zhang Han said.

"Oh." Meng Meng crisply responded with a clear, big eyes screaming, I don't know what I was thinking, finally, five minutes later, Meng Meng only said: "Hey, hey..... that Qi Miss Qi said today and said that she loves you."

"She is joking." Zhang Han Renjun could not help but smile.

"That, that.... oh.... No, Ma Ma can love it, others can't do it..." Meng Meng didn't know how to love, but she understood 粑粑 and hemp. Love and love together can be.

"Your mother, she..." Zhang Han smiled and shook his head, sinking and replied: "Meng Meng, Dad is enough for you, you don't have to worry."

"Uh, hey, hemp, Meng Meng, to be together, Forever, um...Neverseparate (forever, the amount... never separate)" There is a firm and anticipation in the tone of Meng Meng's voice. .

"Well, Forever." Zhang Han solemnly nodded.

Aside from the purple sputum, Meng Meng will always be with himself forever, a hundred years, a thousand years, a thousand years ..... forever.

"Would you like... In order to sprout, let the child and her mother get their hands?"

Zhang Han thought about it.

"It’s too late, let it go."

Emotional things, Zhang Han likes to go with the flow, just like he likes quality life, enjoy this spiritual pursuit.

Moreover, Zhang Han is not sure of his own emotional orientation to Zi Yan. Love Meng Meng is true, but he is not love for Zi Yan, and Zi Yan does not know what attitude he has. After all, the contact time between the two people is too short.

However, these days of chat, let the two close to some, sometimes talk about some interesting things, this feeling is like a conversation between good friends just made.

From friends to lovers, this process is a very important memory of two people in their lives.

Later, from the initial love, to the final happy love, this is another process, and Zhang Han subconsciously feels that, for a long time, Zi Yan is afraid to fall down in his jeans.

Back to the restaurant, Zhang Han gave a shower to Meng Meng in the afternoon.

Meng Meng is sitting in a bubble-filled bath, very happy, the small palm is constantly waving a bubble, the mouth of the milky milk song:

"Oh oh oh, I love to take a shower... The skin is good, oh oh oh yeah, I love to take a bath and the skin is good, oh oh oh oh, I love to take a shower..."

The little princess only remembers this sentence, but in this sentence, Meng Meng is squatting from beginning to end, causing Zhang Han to laugh again and again.

Although the songs are intermittent, the Meng Meng's voice is also inherited from the purple blood, some childish, but the sound is also very charming.

Time soon came to half past five.

Although the business hours written at the door are 18.00-19.00, it seems that some people already know that there is no place to sit at the party, so at half past five, there have been six customers.

One of the six people was seen by Zhang Han once, and it seems to be one of them who followed Zhao Dahu at noon.

Obviously, he was conquered by this egg fried rice, and he took friends to taste one or two.

At this time, Zhang Han also cooked the rice. It didn't take long for Sun Dongheng to come in alone.

This time, he didn't bring a girl, because he felt that he was not a member here. It was not only impossible to force him with a beautiful woman, but he even seemed to have no money for his grandchildren, so he planned that he would not have before the membership card was bought. I will bring a woman again.

“Is it full?” Sun Dongheng looked at the three tables and had six people sitting. He looked at Zhang Han and asked:

"Boss big brother, this is full, I can sit there."

Sun Dongheng refers to those member seats that Liang Mengqi bought for several people.

"No," Zhang Han replied faintly.

This made Sun Dongheng smile and sighed and stood in the side of the table waiting in line.

Sun Dongheng was originally a small rich second generation, his temper is also very general, the typical love is forced to force, a bottle is not full of half a bottle of swaying, but in this Han restaurant, he really did not have a temper.

The boss is too personal and the attitude towards the diners is simply bad.

Let the diners have their own meals, and only the members can taste it! And when I gave money, I never looked for it!

The first two times, Sun Dongheng gave the money, waited for two seconds, but after seeing Zhang Han put the money in the drawer and turned away, he realized that the original boss did not plan to find money!

For 180 yuan, he doesn't think it doesn't matter. After all, the egg fried rice here is a must.

Don't talk about the matter of finding money, but you are also a good customer, but also a diehard! Even sitting in the member's seat, you can't do it!

‘The membership card here! I must do it! ’

Sun Dongheng bit his teeth and thought firmly in his heart.