Godly Stay-Home Dad

    "Okay, sir, come here, please ask on the second floor."As soon as the woman heard it, she knew that she had come 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 Mengmeng and her eyes lit up.

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

    This is the case, Mengmeng's exquisite 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, 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 sense of violation.

    And Mengmeng, the face is good, suitable for wild hair, which will make the studio staff a lot easier.

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

    In the face of praise, Mengmeng was very happy, whispering the song, and in the afternoon, Mengmeng changed a few 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 Mengmeng to look like she wants to cry, 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.

    "weep……What is it like to cry? ”Mengmeng asked with curiosity with his big eyes.

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

    "Simply want a fart, don't take photos."

    The photographer’s expression was stiff, and he quickly laughed and started taking photos of Zhang Han and Mengmeng.

    When taking a group photo, Mengmeng is happier. There is a photo of riding a neck. Mengmeng rides on Papa's neck, raising his hands and leaving a happy face, while the lower side of Zhang Han is a happiness that everyone can see. Smile.

    Of course, there are also Mengmeng kissing Papa's photos, as well as big faces and small faces, as well as Mengmeng snuggling in Zhang Han's arms, big hands and so on.

    After the photo was taken, 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.

    Zhang Han left the building and left directly. Before leaving, the photographer still praised:

    "The photos of Mr. and the noble woman are the photos I have taken the best and most warm feelings…"

    In the face of praise, Zhang Han just smiled.

    The 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?" And how was it? Isn't there a customer for your two? ”Zhang Li laughed and joked.

    “Ew! Why? Still starting to tease your brother? ”Zhang Han smiled and replied.

    For the jokes of the dear, Zhang Han also liked it. When he was with his family, Zhang Han felt that he was a relative, not Hanyang Immortal Monarch.

    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 the aunt to complain, saying that my brother is going to murder you."Zhang Han said with a smile.

    I also recalled the picture at the time.

    At that time, Zhang Li was fifteen years old and he was eighteen years old. Although he was very open in Beijing, he was young and frivolous, and he was somewhat ignorant. But for his sister, he still had a pain. Zhang Li had a birthday, Zhang Han wanted Send a special gift.

    So I thought about it and decided to personally make a 'big meal'. As everyone knows, this big 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.

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

    "Well, when you come here, you will see the true cooking of your brother."Zhang Han smiled a little.

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

    In this way, after all, her night DJ work is not very good, every day to boil to the middle, the clock is reversed, or very hard, the important thing is, that kind of place is mixed, creators people have, and itself in the night to see the field are mostly social people, Zhang Li How to say is also a slim beauty, You don't have to think that there will be some eyes who will disturb 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 had prepared Zhang Li to come, the food prepared should be richer and she would stay here completely.

    Zhang Li smiled after hearing the words and hanged up with a few words from Zhang Han.

    "Papa, yes….Is your aunt coming to be a guest? ”Mengmeng asked a little curious in the back seat.

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

    'Oh…'Then, that Mama is coming back the day after tomorrow! Papa We are not going to pick up Mama from the big bird. ”Mengmeng milk voice reminded.

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

    "Oh."Mengmeng responded with a clear voice, and the big eyes were clear and screaming. I didn't know what I was thinking. Finally, five minutes later, Mengmeng said, "Papa, oh…..Miss Kiki said today and said that she loves you. ”

    "She is joking."Zhang Han couldn't help but smile.

    "That, that….Nnngh…No, Mama can love Papa, others can't…"Mengmeng doesn't know how to love, but she understands that Papa and Mama love to come and love together.

    "Your mother, she…"Zhang Han shook his head with a smile and sank, replied: "Mengmeng, Dad is enough for you, you don't have to worry."

    "Uh huh, Papa, Mama, Mengmeng, want to be together, Forever, um…Never separate (forever, amount…Never separate." Mengmeng has a firm and expectation in the tone of the milk voice.

    "Well, Forever."Zhang Han nodded solemnly.

    Aside from Zi Yan, Mengmeng will always be with himself forever, a hundred years, a thousand years, a million years…..Forever

    "or……For Mengmeng, first let the child and her mother get their hands? ”

    Zhang Han thought about it.

    "It’s too late, let it go."

    The emotional thing, Zhang Han likes to go with the flow, just like he likes quality life, enjoy this spiritual pursuit.

    And Zhang Han is not sure about his emotional positioning of Zi Yan. Love Mengmeng is true, but Zi Yan is not still love, 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 last 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 at the restaurant, Zhang Han took a shower to Mengmeng in the afternoon.

    Mengmeng sat in a bubble-filled bath, very happy, the small palms were constantly waving bubbles, and the songs in their mouths were milky:

    "Oh oh oh, I love to take a shower…The skin is good, oh oh oh oh, I love to take a good bath, oh oh oh oh, I love to take a shower…"

    The little princess only remembers this sentence, but in this sentence, Mengmeng is squatting from start to finish, causing Zhang Han to laugh again and again.

    Although the songs are intermittent, Mengmeng's voice is also inherited from Zi Yan's lineage, somewhat childish, but the tone 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 once seen by Zhang Han, and it seems to be one of them who followed Zhao Dahu at noon.

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

    At this time, Zhang Han also started cooking 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 grandson, so he planned that he would not have to buy a membership card before he bought it. 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.

    NoZhang Han faint answer.

    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 less than half a bottle of swaying, but in this Zhang Han restaurant, he really has no 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!

    One hundred and eighty dollars, he did not feel that it does not matter, after all, the egg fried rice here is simply a must.

    If you don’t talk about finding money, you can be a good customer and a diehard! Even sitting in the member's seat will not work!

    'The membership card here! I must do it! '

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