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"For now, only Egg Fried Rice and Milk." Zhang Han turned his head to look at her and replied.

"Mainland people?" The woman was stunned for a moment. She could tell from Zhang Han's Mandarin that he was from the Mainland, and a trace of contempt flashed in her eyes.

Zhang Han glanced at her and then ignored her.

As long as one spoke Mandarin, there would always be a few Xiangjiang locals who would show expressions of disdain. This was not about discrimination, but some kind of loathing.

He remembered once he was chatting with Zhang Li, and she talked about this. Having stayed in Xiangjiang for a few years, she had found out why the locals were disgusted with people from the Mainland.

She said that a lot of people in the Mainland gave birth to children in hospitals in Xiangjiang, forcing many local pregnant women to go to more expensive private hospitals. Gradually, private hospitals were occupied as well. The mainland people are richer than the locals. Later, even the Xiangjiang government officially issued a law restricting Mainland pregnant women from coming to Xiangjiang to give birth, and there were all kinds of protests afterwards. Every weekend, especially during holidays, a large number of people from the Mainland would go to Xiangjiang for shopping, and there were many people who didn't queue up, clamoring and running red lights ? There were also many goods that had been sold out.

For these reasons, the people of Xiangjiang hated the people from the Mainland. However, the truth was that there were different kinds of people anywhere, whether with good manners or bad ones, and there were also many less civilized local residents of Xiangjiang. It was only because there were too many people from the Mainland to Xiangjiang.

However, Zhang Han had always ignored such looks.

How could an ant eater care about the look of an ant?

Not to mention the people of Xiangjiang, even foreigners, aliens, or cultivators, Zhang Han wouldn't care.

"Just these two? Then I'll have a serving of Egg Fried Rice and a cup of milk." The woman took out her wallet and asked, "How much is it?"

"280 per serving of Egg Fried Rice and 80 per cup of milk." Zhang Han said, "If you want to eat, you have to wait half an hour."

"So expensive? Then forget it." The woman quickly put away her purse, gave Zhang Han a disdainful look, then turned around and left.

After leaving the house, she quickly returned to the Sichuan Fragrance Restaurant next door.

The interior decorations and layout were also quite good. The specialty of this restaurant was Sichuan spicy food, and the chef was also invited over from Xichuan at a high salary.

As the restaurant did not have much business in the morning, the staff were rather idle. All they had to do in the morning was cleaning. At this moment, the manager of the restaurant and five waiters were sitting at a table beside the door.

"Manager, I went to take a look. The restaurant beside is owned by a Mainland man." The woman came back in a hurry, sat down, and said.

"It is owned by someone from the mainland?"

"Another mainland person who wants to get money in the Crescent Bay."

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Several waiters discussed among themselves. As for the manager, he pondered for a moment and said, "What kind of food is being sold in the restaurant?"

The lady paused for a moment and said with a funny tone, "Egg Fried Rice."

The crowd was stunned at first, but then all burst into laughter.

"And milk." The woman then added, "Guess how much he sells it for? Egg Fried Rice costs 280 yuan per serving and the milk 80 yuan per cup."

These words caused the waiters to be stunned.

"Hehe, has he gone crazy wanting to earn money?" A man in his early twenties sneered.

"You call this running a restaurant? It would be impossible if there were customers!"

"Yeah, does he think he's the God of Cooking? Isn't selling it for so much money a joke?"

As they discussed amongst themselves, they could see a hint of ridicule in each other's eyes. Although they did not say it out loud, they all felt that there was something wrong with that owner's mind.

"Interesting." The middle-aged manager chuckled and shook his head. "I was wondering why the customers that went there for the past two days all came out in less than two minutes. So it was because of the price."

As he spoke, the manager couldn't help but laugh. He looked at the woman and said, "Then why don't you have a taste of the 280 yuan of rice?"

"I'm not sick." The woman curled her lips and smiled.

In her heart, she already thought that having a serving of the 280-yuan Egg Fried Rice was crazy.

According to her logic, there were three 'sick' people in front of Zhang Han's restaurant.

"Hi, when will the meal be ready?" Liang Mengqi walked in with a smile on her face.

"In twenty minutes." Zhang Han replied as he glanced at her.

"Then let's wait for a while." Liang Mengqi said. When she saw the sissy walking towards the big dining table used by Zhang Han, she hurriedly reminded him, "Hey, hey. Here is where the guests should sit."

"What? We can't just sit anywhere we want?" The sissy was slightly stunned.

"What are you thinking? It's where the owner and his daughter eat." Liang Mengqi rolled her eyes at him. She took the lead and sat down on a small chair next to the guests' dining table. The short-haired woman didn't say anything and directly sat opposite Liang Mengqi.

"Such a small table? Damn it. Meng Qi, you aren't trying to trick us, are you? Where do you two think I should sit?" The sissy unhappily said.

"Isn't there room at the next table? Don't dilly-dally and sit down. Otherwise, you can go out and stay!" The short-haired woman glared at him.

"Fine. Can I sit next to you? Seriously, let me tell you. If today's meal is not to my liking, I will curse everyone!" The sissy snorted.

"You are so despicable that my scalp is going numb!" The short-haired woman rolled her eyes.

"Hahaha?The two of you, a sissy and a tomboy, are really quite compatible." Liang Mengqi said with a light smile.

The sissy was called Zhao Dahu, which was a very manly name, yet he was quite girly. As for the short-haired woman, her name was Yu Qingqing. It was a very soft name, yet she had a very candid personality. But what was even more interesting was that this Zhao Dahu had been painstakingly courting Yu Qingqing for almost two years already.

"Who's compatible with him? I don't like a sissy like him!" Yu Qingqing said snappily.

"Humph! I like tomboy." Zhao Dahu pouted, and then looked around at his surroundings and said, "How does this place look like a restaurant? There's only three small tables for customers. From what I see, that guy doesn't even have the sincerity to open a restaurant."

"What does it have to do with you? Can you not talk too much?" Yu Qingqing turned around and patted Zhao Dahu on the shoulder.

"Fine. I'm not going to say anything, alright?" Zhao Dahu twisted his body and said, "Although it doesn't look like a restaurant, the decorations here are quite unique. That place really has an emerald background wall. This Steinway Piano is really cool, but I'm not sure if it's just a decoration."

"I'll tell you, Madame Zhao." Liang Mengqi pursed her lips at Zhang Han and said, "His piano skills are not inferior to Lang Zong."

"Are you for real? So good?" Yu Qingqing asked in surprise.

"Aiyo, Mengqi, I think you're interested in that old man? You are just boasting for him." Zhao Dahu asked with a strange tone. As he was talking, he suddenly sniffed and asked in surprise, "Huh? Is this the smell of goat milk? It smells so good."

"Yeah, this milk smells very pure." Yu Qingqing also smelled the goat milk. Turning around, she saw Zhang Han pouring two cups of goat milk. It seemed there was still some remaining in the pot.

"Coo coo?" Liang Mengqi's stomach made some noise. She subconsciously stuck out her tongue to lick her sexy lips and muttered, "I can't hold it in anymore."

As she anxiously waited, finally, twenty minutes of torture passed.

"Meng Meng, meal?s ready." Zhang Han put the breakfast on the table, walked over, and picked up Meng Meng, who was still watching the cartoons with interest.

"Time to eat." In Zhang Han?s arms, Meng Meng held her small hands and cheered. When she sat down at the dining table, she saw Liang Mengqi and the other two.

"Hey, big sis is here?" Meng Meng waved her small palm.

"Good morning, Meng Meng." Liang Mengqi smiled sweetly. There was a dimple on her right cheek.

"Good morning, Meng Meng." Zhao Dahu and Yu Qingqing also greeted her with a smile.

"Hello, humph." Meng Meng first politely greeted them. Then, she remembered what the two of them had said at the beach. With a light snort, she turned around, picked up a spoon, and began to eat breakfast.

"Your plates are all on the counter, and your rice is in the bowls on the top. Go and scoop up the rice by yourselves. There is milk in the big pot beside and goat milk in the small pot." Zhang Han said to the other three.

"Alright." Liang Mengqi excitedly got up and walked over.

Yu Qingqing frowned slightly.

This was the first time she had encountered a restaurant that asked customers to serve their own meals. It was one thing if you were in a buffet, but the most important thing was that you were in a small restaurant that sold Egg Fried Rice!

"Humph!" Zhao Dahu rolled his eyes at Zhang Han and slowly walked over.

"It's really just Egg Fried Rice. There are only eggs and rice. Even the green onions are so few. However, it smells quite good." Zhao Dahu sniffed with his nose and prepared a serving for himself after the two ladies had finished preparing their serving.

As for milk and goat milk, the three of them all chose the goat milk. They drank milk quite often, but they rarely drank goat milk.

However, after Zhao Dahu and Yu Qingqing finished pouring the goat milk, they turned around and got stunned.

Liang Mengqi returned to the dining table in quick steps, and after placing the breakfast down, she started to eat it with extreme speed.

From the way she ate, the two of them felt that she hadn't eaten for three days.

"Is it really that delicious?" Yu Qingqing and Zhao Dahu looked at each other and muttered.

"Let's give it a try!" Zhao Dahu said, and the two of them quickly walked back.

After sitting down, Yu Qingqing looked at Liang Mengqi who didn't even raise her head, and was stunned. She scooped up a spoonful of rice and put it into her mouth. The moment she tasted the flavor, her eyes gradually widened.

This... Was it really Egg Fried Rice?

In Yu Qingqing's heart, a trace of doubt unexpectedly appeared. She closed her eyes and chewed it a few times. After swallowing it, her entire body actually felt comfortable.

She lowered her head and looked at the plate of Egg Fried Rice, and then at Liang Mengqi who was half-finished, and finally at her own spoon. She started to eat at a speed three times faster than usual.

She remembered a God of Cooking saying, "The fun of eating food is to let the person who eats wholeheartedly immerse himself in it, just like a wonderful taste trip."

Yu Qingqing was currently in such a state. She was already eating until she was intoxicated.

Vaguely, she seemed to hear Zhao Dahu's choked voice behind her.

"Wuwuwu..." Too delicious, this is too damn delicious?How is this merely Egg Fried Rice? This is almost life?"