C59 human food
C59 human food
"Really? Boss, can you tell me what's inside?" The eyes of Liang Mengqi and the others began to shine brightly.
Even though Zhao Feng didn't say anything, he was still full of energy. He stared at Zhang Han with a pair of shining eyes.
"For example, fruit, crystal peach, red heart apple, Ksitigarbha persimmon, Nine Flavors Immortal Pear, and various kinds of meat you have not eaten before, such as delicious Dark Shadow Wolf, Dark Devil Tiger, and even Azure Dragon meat. You might have a chance to taste these in the future, but you can eat Kobe beef, Taihu Black Pig, and Wumuqin Sheep, these meat are all over the 5A rank meat." Zhang Han said slowly.
In the ten thousand worlds of the universe, there were not enough food ingredients, but there were also many delicacies everywhere. For a long time, Zhang Han's cultivation would rise in the future and they might even have a taste or two of him.
However, they could only think of one possibility, and Meng Meng was bound to be able to eat it because as Zhang Han's daughter, Meng Meng's lifespan had already extended indefinitely.
As for Liang Mengqi and the others, they were only mortals after all. If it took Zhang Han a hundred years to leave Earth, then what were they waiting for? He had probably become a pile of bones long ago.
Everyone listened in a daze, not knowing what Zhang Han was talking about. But now, whether it was fruits or meat, there were a lot of different types of meat, so they subconsciously thought that Zhang Han was talking about some imported good stuff. In the end, they had heard about Kobe beef, Taihu black boar, and Wuzhen Muqin.
"There is meat that is beyond the 5A grade?" Liang Mengqi's small mouth was wide open as she spoke in surprise.
"Forget about 5A, there are even those that have surpassed 10A." Zhang Han chuckled.
"Wah!" "Then, when will we be able to eat meat?" Yu Qingqing said excitedly.
"In a while, you will all be members of the restaurant. I will also take part in cooking for Mengmeng, don't worry." Zhang Han shook his head and said.
"Okay, okay. Then what do we eat in the morning?" Yu Qingqing asked again.
"Egg Fried Rice." Zhang Han replied.
His words were like a bucket of cold water thrown over their heads, bringing them back to their senses.
Just now, they had all been lost in their endless reverie. They had been filled with hunger and thirst for the plum blossom. Anyone could see the anticipation in their eyes.
"Director Zhao, this boss really knows how to trick people. Your eyes are turning green from talking about it."
The two people who came with Zhao Dahu whispered:
"Yeah, his words are too godly. Is the food here really that good?"
"Isn't it just Egg-Fried Rice? I often eat it. It seems that every dish has the same taste. The Egg-Fried Rice here is excellent. I can't possibly taste something else, can I?"
This person did not believe him from the start.
However, when he tasted the first mouthful of Egg-Fried Rice ?
His expression completely changed. It was as if he was worshipping someone. With incomparable respect, he quickly finished up the Egg-Fried Rice, then asked for a second serving. After that, he also asked for a second serving.
This scene caused Mengmeng to be a little surprised. She even whispered into Zhang Han's ear,
"Dung, dung, quickly take a look. That little brother has already eaten three servings ?"
Upon seeing this, Zhang Han could not help but smile. He had seen people who could dry three bowls of wine consecutively, but he had never seen anyone who could dry three bowls of Egg-Fried Rice in succession.
This person had eaten three servings in a row, but he didn't know that this record had been broken in just a few days by eating four servings in a row.
After eating three servings of rice and drinking two cups of milk, the man burped and said with a face full of emotion:
"This is not Egg Fried Rice, it is simply divine. Heavens, I can actually taste the taste of life. Ah, what should I do? I still want to eat ?"
"Don't f * cking eat it, who's going to take responsibility if you push yourself to death?" His companion said snappily.
He was not only trying to persuade him to eat less, but he was also muttering in his heart:
'Damn it, I'm treating you to a meal! This guy is really looking forward to death! ' "Three servings of rice and two cups of milk, how much money is that ah, ah, ah ?"
The man paid the bill in heartache and left the restaurant sorrowfully.
The reason why he felt sad was because he felt that he had to spend a lot of money to come here to eat. The most important thing was ? The salary was not enough!
He didn't even have money to eat. This was a very painful thing to do.
Liang Mengqi and the other two finished washing the tableware and left. Seeing this, Zhao Feng felt that he could also buy a set of tableware. From the bottom of his heart, disposable tableware was still comfortable without proper porcelain.
After everyone left, it was 8 o'clock. Zi Yan called him daily.
After chatting with Zhang Han for a while, the conversation between the two gradually increased. Sometimes, Ziyan would tell Zhang Han some interesting things about how to shoot a girl while Zhang Han would tell Zhang Meng about playing with Meng Meng.
This kind of conversation allowed their relationship to improve by a lot. That kind of strange feeling began to melt away.
However, this made Meng Meng a little dissatisfied and she argued, "Damn, Mama Guang is talking to you. Oh ?" As time goes by, I've been talking to Meng Meng less and less ? "
The whole morning, Zhang Han accompanied the little princess to watch cartoons for two hours, and then Zhang Han and Meng Meng started to paint and play again.
"Damn, guess what I drew?" Meng Meng drew a face.
It had a rough appearance and a distant face. Its eyes were two small dots, two of its nostrils were slightly big, and its mouth was a horizontal line. There were only three or two wavy strands of hair on its head.
"Pigs?" Zhang Han asked hesitantly.
"Humph, he's not a pig." Meng Meng's expectant gaze froze for a moment before she said in a dissatisfied tone, "Dung, take a closer look and see if it looks like dung."
"Puff ?" "Cough cough ?" The corner of Zhang Han's mouth trembled. He pretended to be suspicious as he said, "Then let me see, dad?" What Meng Meng drew seemed to be ? It's me. "
"Eh? Really? Did you really manage to see through it? " Meng Meng's eyes lit up.
"Aiya! Was this not father that adorable painting? "Haha, it's really beautiful. It looks just like daddy." Zhang Han had a gentle and happy smile on his face as he said something that went against his heart.
"Haha ?" "Dung, dung, dung can already be considered handsome ?" Having received the dung's praise, Meng Meng was very happy.
After making a racket, he drew another 'Mama' beside the dung.
Looking at Zi Yan's face which was longer than a donkey and had eyes like sesame seeds, Zhang Han chuckled.
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I'm afraid if Zi Yan saw it, her expression would be interesting.
After drawing the dung and the Mama, Mengmeng wanted to draw herself again.
"Eh?"
After happily drawing, Meng Meng was stunned. She looked at her own drawing of herself and was not satisfied at all. She pouted and said, "It doesn't look like it. It doesn't look like Meng Meng ?"
In her heart, Mengmeng should be the cute Mengmeng on the Q version of the signboard in the dining hall.
"Come, Daddy will draw a picture of Meng Meng ?"
Zhang Han quickly picked up his pen to save the situation.
The entire morning passed with laughter and cheers.
Near midnight, the restaurant welcomed two groups of customers.
The first batch was from the blond Sun Dongheng who came last time. This time, he drove a BMW Z4 and brought another tall beauty over.
From the looks of it, this brat should be a berserk demon that was flirting with girls.
"Good afternoon, Boss." Sun Dongheng greeted his enthusiastically. Suddenly, he remembered that in this restaurant, the boss would not necessarily buy it. He had to be careful of Mengmeng, so he quickly looked at Mengmeng and smiled even more enthusiastically, "Good afternoon, little princess Mengmeng ?"
"Hmph, alright." The little princess could still remember the loud racket he made in the dining hall.
"Wow, what a cute northern nose." The beauty beside Sun Dongheng said in an exaggerated manner.
"Of course, the boss is amazing. His daughter is even better. Let's sit over here. The round table belongs to the boss and Mengmeng." Sun Dongheng brought the beauty to a small table near the window and sat down.
"Just these three small tables are the place for customers?" The beauty pursed her lips in disbelief.
"En, it's good enough to have a meal. After you finish eating, you will know. Even if you eat while standing, there will still be people willing to eat." Sun Dongheng had been completely subdued by Zhang Han's Egg-Fried Rice, looking like he was a loyal fan of Zhang Han's.
"Boss, when are we going to cook?" Sun Dongheng felt a little hungry, so he asked.
Zhang Han looked at the time and saw that it was only 11.40 a.m. so he answered, "Wait a moment, I'll cook the rice first."
"Alright." Sun Dongheng responded.
This time, the amount Zhang Han used to cook the rice was less. He only used six cups of rice.
During the cooking time, Zhang Han started to mix the noodles.
The noodles and rice of New Moon Mountain were also of the same standard. White rice made people eat with their mouths and mouth full of fragrance, so white flour and steamed buns were just as captivating.
The steamed buns that were steamed from the high-quality noodles were already very fragrant. If one bit the steamed buns with both strength and fragrance, then New Moon Mountain, the best white noodles in the world, would have to conquer a large group of people.
There were even more ways to make pasta. Steamed buns, rolls, youtiao, buns, noodles, bread, cakes, and so on. There were too many things that could be done.
Today at noon, Zhang Han did not plan to steam the steamed bun. Steamed steamed bun was also learned, it was necessary to steam the noodles, and after a while, it might have a sour taste, and after adding a lot of alkaline noodles, it would turn yellow, and there would also be some alkali flavors, and there was also the method of making the noodles, adding the amount of water, and so on.
Zhang Han had never done any research on this. There was only one way he could do this, and that was to make dumplings!
When Zhang Han was young, he had wrapped dumplings with his parents many times. At that time, his father rolled out the dough wrappings, and his mother was in charge of wrapping the dough wrappings.
After a few tries, Zhang Han remembered the whole process of wrapping the dumplings. Although he had forgotten the details now, but as soon as he checked, Zhang Han understood.