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Wang Long's Egg Fried Rice was completely incomparable to this one!

After eating a few mouthfuls, Liang Mengqi took the chopsticks from the side, grabbed a grain of rice and looked at it carefully.

The rice was round and plump, snow-white and sparkling. She tried biting it, and the bumpy taste made her sigh repeatedly.

'I'm afraid what the owner said is true. Even the Thai rice that has been dried for a hundred years can't compare to his rice.

She picked up another small piece of egg and savored it. It gave her a feeling that she had never eaten an egg before.

It was the carrot that brought her back to her senses.

"This carrot is the real deal." Liang Mengqi was slightly lost in thought. She was finally able to taste something a bit more familiar from the carrot.

"This Egg Fried Rice is really worth 50 thousand yuan. The owner is selling it for only 280 yuan. He's really a kind merchant."

Liang Mengqi sighed and thought about the two girls who had left. If they had known the taste of the Egg Fried Rice, they would have probably regretted making the decision to leave!

Liang Mengqi began to eat. As she ate, she could not think about anything else except for the Egg Fried Rice in front of her!

Even up to the point when she finished eating, Liang Mengqi was still holding the spoon and reaching into the lunch box almost unconsciously. When she realized that there was no more food, a faint sense of loss rose in her heart.

She turned her head to look inside and saw that Meng Meng and Zhang Han had already finished eating. The little girl was praising the fragrance of her father?s rice.

"Hey." Liang Mengqi whispered back.

"Hmm?"

"Well?" Liang Mengqi said bashfully, "I'm not full yet. I want another serving of Egg Fried Rice and milk."

"OK."

Zhang Han nodded his head and walked to the kitchen counter. There was only about a plate of Egg Fried Rice remaining, and he prepared a cup of milk for Liang Mengqi. He wanted to send it over to her, but he found that the girl was just behind him, eagerly following him, staring at him.

Therefore, Zhang Han directly placed the plate on the small counter outside the kitchen. Liang Mengqi carefully carried the food in her hands and walked over as if she had found a treasure.

"Daddy, Meng Meng wants to eat it too, but ? I?m full." Meng Meng sat at the dining table with a conflicted expression on her face.

There was still a third of the food left in her plate.

"You can't eat anymore after you've eaten your fill. Daddy will cook for you tomorrow morning." Zhang Han walked over, smiling as he rubbed her cute little head.

"Humph! But how can this sister eat two servings?" Meng Meng snorted lightly and said.

"Because when a person grows up, her appetite will also increase."

"H-how long will it take for Meng Meng to grow up? Meng Meng also wants to eat more." Meng Meng pouted, her eyes never leaving the Egg Fried Rice in the plate.

"Meng Meng is slowly growing up." Zhang Han said as he took the plate away and put it in the sink.

As she could not see the Egg Fried Rice, Meng Meng finally stopped thinking about it.

Zhang Han carried Meng Meng and sat on the small sofa beside the piano.

"Daddy, why are you sitting here? Meng Meng still wants to play with toys. " Meng Meng asked curiously.

"You need to rest for a while after eating. Listen to the piano pieces that daddy will play for you, and then go play." Zhang Han said with a slight smile.

It was said that walking after a meal is good for health. However, this was not true. Under normal circumstances, one would need to rest for half an hour after a meal before he could exercise. If you exercised immediately after a meal, it would affect the digestive system.

Meng Meng's mouth pouted when she heard that she couldn't play, but when she heard that Zhang Han was going to play the piano, she suddenly became interested and raised her little arm to welcome daddy.

Zhang Han sat on the piano chair and opened the lid. His fingers moved from the left side of the keyboard to the right.

Zhang Han nodded his head in satisfaction as he heard the sound of the piano.

The tone of the piano was quite nice. It seemed that Zhao Kai's friend was indeed a professional.

"This Variations on the Canon is dedicated to my adorable darling Meng Meng. "

Zhang Han spread his hands and said to Meng Meng with a smile before he started playing.

Hearing this, Meng Meng was overjoyed. She said, "Daddy, you are the most handsome!"

"Hur Hur Hur Hur."

Zhang Han shook his head with a smile and took a deep breath. Then, he pressed his hand down.

Then a classic music piece, Variations on the Canon, was on the play.

At this time, Liang Mengqi had finished eating her Egg Fried Rice. She patted her swollen belly and shook her head with a sigh.

Wasn't this Egg Fried Rice too delicious?

Even with Liang Mengqi's picky tongue, she was still able to eat two servings of Egg Fried Rice. This was enough to prove how wonderful Zhang Han's Egg Fried Rice was for a foodie!

'I wonder how he did it! '

Liang Mengqi took a sip of the milk, tasting the fragrance of the milk. Suddenly, she heard the sound of the piano.

She couldn't help but turn her gaze over.

Eh? He can play the piano?

Liang Mengqi was a little curious.

'What a surprise! He seems to have played quite well.

Liang Mengqi looked at the side of Zhang Han's face. Just after a feast for her tongue, now it was the turn for her ears. For a moment, she was in a daze.

Zhang Han played the Variations on the Canon with a somewhat extraordinary rhythm and score. The rhythm was sometimes fast and sometimes slow. Although the tune was still Canon, the changing rhythm seemed to liven up the Variations on the Canon, and the music was sometimes cheerful and sometimes melodious.

But no matter how one put it, it showed that Zhang Han's piano skills had reached a certain level.

'He's a grand master of the piano!'

Liang Mengqi muttered to herself as she looked at Zhang Han's face.

She had some knowledge about the piano and liked to listen to many piano pieces. She knew that if a person did not need music scores and could control the rhythm of the piano instead of being controlled by the piano score, then that person would already be a grandmaster pianist!

Just like Lang Zong, the genius piano player from China that she knew.

Lang Zong was the world's best piano master. Before returning home, he had conquered the conductor of the world's top ten symphony orchestras, and the world's surviving piano masters, including Gary, his teacher as well as the dean of the Curtis Academy of Music.

Curtis Academy was one of the top three classical music academies in the world, but since Lang Zong became famous in the world, Curtis was ranked first in the world this year, and his countrymen didn't know who he was when he had those honors. Once when he attended an event in his home country, the event organizers even wanted to replace him with someone else, because he was not famous. The world's top symphony orchestra and conductor flew into a rage, berating that the organizers were as blind as a bat for not knowing who the world's new master pianist was.

"How come I feel that...he is even better than Lang Zong."

As Liang Mengqi listened, she could actually get this feeling in her heart. Even she was a little surprised. One should not forget that Lang Zong was a world-renowned master!

If Zhang Han knew what Liang Mengqi was thinking, he would definitely laugh in his heart.

With five hundred years, even you can do it!

"This is the end of the song. I'm giving Meng Meng a piece of Joe Hisaishi's Summer." Zhang Han said with a smile.

"Daddy is so amazing ?" Although she didn?t know much about piano, Meng Meng felt daddy?s music was very impressive when she saw his hands moving on the piano so quickly.

Liang Mengqi sat on the chair, and she didn't have the thought of leaving. In her heart, she was somewhat convinced by Zhang Han, even though their first meeting was not pleasant at all.

Just as Zhang Han was about to start playing the piano, another wave of guests arrived at the restaurant.

This time, they were finally male. Four young men around the age of seventeen or eighteen walked in.

"Hey, what's served here?" one of the boys asked.

Seeing this scene, Liang Mengqi couldn't help but sigh in her heart. She supposed that the owner was about to get busy, so she decided to leave.

Surprisingly, Zhang Han didn't even turn his head around as he faintly replied,

"The food is sold out today."

"Fine." The boys turned around and left.

This time Liang Mengqi couldn't help but be stunned. In her heart, she once again felt how special and bold Zhang Han was.

If she hadn't had two meals here, she would have thought this was a fake restaurant. Who would open such a restaurant, selling one serving or two while cooking for his daughter and then stop selling anymore?

"What a weirdo!" Liang Mengqi muttered to herself.

The next minute the melodious sound of the piano rang out once more. This was Summer, and the joyous tempo sounded even more fantastic in Zhang Han?s hands.

When the song was finished, Zhang Han put down the piano lid and ended his performance.

"How awesome!" Meng Meng praised.

"Clap ?"

Liang Mengqi, who was at the back, could not help but applaud as well.

"What's your name?" Liang Mengqi looked at Zhang Han and asked curiously.

"My, my daddy is called Zhang?Han, and my name is Meng Meng. " Meng Meng answered with her cute voice.

"Zhang Han ?"

Liang Mengqi smiled and said, "You are really good at piano."

"Yes." Zhang Han nodded slightly.

"The Egg Fried Rice you made is really delicious, and the milk is especially nice. How did you make it? Is is because the raw material is better? " Liang Mengqi was extremely curious.

"My ingredients cannot be found or eaten anywhere else." Zhang Han answered with a smile.

"Can't you eat anywhere else? Then what should I do? I cannot stand any food other than yours. After eating your food, I don't even want to eat other people's food anymore." Liang Mengqi muttered to herself for a moment and quickly asked, "When does your restaurant usually open for business?"

"It depends on my mood." Zhang Han did not consider the opening hours. However, he only planned to sell some while cooking for Meng Meng. He would not sell them anytime and anywhere.

It seemed like he had to get a sign outside to save the customers who didn't know the opening hours from coming in during the wrong time.

Zhang Han stroked his chin as he muttered to himself.

"It depends on your mood?" Liang Mengqi was stunned. This was the first time she had seen such a restaurant.

However, thinking about the taste of the Egg Fried Rice just now, she was not interested in the other delicacies at all. Since she was already thinking about coming to eat the next day, she asked, "Do you have specific opening hours? I still want to eat Egg Fried Rice tomorrow."

While speaking, Liang Mengqi had put on a pitiful expression as though she would be unhappy if she couldn't have the Egg Fried Rice.

"About three meals a day. From seven to eight in the morning, twelve to one in the afternoon, six to seven in the evening. Sometimes the restaurant will be open but sometimes it won't." After thinking for a while, Zhang Han still gave her a more accurate time.