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 that strength made her sigh again and again:

    'Afraid that this boss is telling the truth, the Thai basmati rice drying for a hundred years is no more 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 carrot diced 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 carrots.

    "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 and ate, eating and eating, she did not 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 Mengmeng and Zhang Han had finished eating, the little princess was praising Papa's meal as sweet.

    BossLiang Mengqi whispered a word.

    "Yeah?"

    ThatLiang Mengqi said a little bit: "I am not eating enough, I want an egg fried rice and milk."

    "Mm."

    Zhang Han nodded and went to the kitchen counter. The egg fried rice still had almost the same amount. I gave Liang Mengqi a good meal and poured a glass of milk. I wanted to give her a pass, but I found that this 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.

    "Papa, Mengmeng wants to eat too, but it is full."Mengmeng 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 Mengmeng's little brain.

    "Hmph!" But how can Miss Sister eat two? ”Mengmeng snorted.

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

    "That, when Mengmeng can grow up, Mengmeng wants to eat too."Mengmeng whispered, his eyes did not leave the egg fried rice in the dish.

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

    Can't see the egg fried rice, Mengmeng's thoughts are only three points less.

    Zhang Han is holding Mengmeng on a small sofa on the side of the piano.

    "Papa, what are you doing here?" Mengmeng also wants to play with toys. ”Mengmeng 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, go play."Zhang Han smiled and smiled.

    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 moment in exercise is feasible, if the exercise immediately after the meal will affect the digestive function .

    Mengmeng couldn't play, but the little mouth snorted, but I heard that Zhang Han was going to play the piano. He immediately came to the mood and held Papa's skills with a small arm.

    Zhang Han sits in the piano chair, opens the lid, and strokes his finger from the left side of the button to the right side.

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

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

    "a…The Cannon Variations is dedicated to my lovely baby Mengmeng. ”

    Zhang Han's hands spread out and he smiled and said to Mengmeng before playing.

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

    Hehehe.

    Zhang Han shook his head with a smile and took a 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 the existence of Zhang Han's egg fried rice for a food!

    'I really don't know how he made it! '

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

    She turned her involuntarily and looked at the past.

    Eh? Does he still play the piano?

    Liang Mengqi’s heart is a bit curious.

    'Good accident, the bomb looks pretty good. '

    Liang Mengqi looked at Zhang Han's side face, the tongue just finished, and the ears came for a while, and for a time she was a little bit stunned.

    The Kannon Variations played by Zhang Han, the rhythm and the scores are a bit strange, the rhythm is sometimes fast, sometimes slow, the songs played, although the tone is still Canon, 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 the piano Great 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 Great Master!

    It’s like the Chinese piano genius 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 living piano Master Master, including his teacher, Curtis Conservatory's Dean Gary.

    Konica College is the top three of the world's classical conservatory of music, but since Lang is well known around the world, Curtis has been ranked first in the world this year, with these honors when the Chinese people do not know who is always, remember one time he returned home, because there is no visibility by the organizers asked for a replacement, This move directly let the accompanying world's Top symphony orchestra and conductor on the spot rage, reprimand the host blind?, even the world piano playing community of Protestant owners do not know.

    'How do you feel him…..It’s 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 must know that Lang is the world’s best-known Master of Great Master!

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

    Five hundred years, you can go to you!

    "This is the end of the bomb, I am giving Mengmeng a summer of Jujiro."Zhang Han said with a chuckle.

    “Papa is amazing…”Mengmeng’s face was a little admired. Although she was confused, she saw Papa’s hand 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 welcomed another 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.

    To her surprise, Zhang Han didn't even return, just 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 I 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, the 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."Mengmeng praised.

    "啪啪啪……."

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

    Jane DoeLiang Mengqi looked at Zhang Han and asked curiously.

    "I, my Papa is called Zhang…Han, my name is Mengmeng. ”Mengmeng answered the milk.

    "Zhang Han …"

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

    "Mm."Zhang Han gave a slight bow.

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

    "My ingredients are not available anywhere else."Zhang Han smiled and smiled.

    "Can't you eat anywhere else? What should I do? I have to keep your mouth raised, and I don’t want to eat someone else’s home when I eat your meal. ”Liang Mengqi indulged, and quickly asked a question, said: "When are you usually open here?"

    "Look at the mood."The problem of time, Zhang Han, has not been considered, but he only intends to sell some of Mengmeng when he cooks, and he 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 touched his chin and indulged.

    "depend on mood?"Liang Mengqi gave a slight glimpse, and she was the first to meet such a restaurant.

    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 still want to eat fried rice with rice tomorrow. ”

    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 to 7 in the evening, sometimes it will not open at any time."I thought about Zhang Han or gave me an accurate time.