Chapter: 110

"This milk seems to be quite fragrant? I have boiled fresh milk before, why doesn't it have such a strong fragrance?" Zhou Fei closed her eyes and took a deep breath, and said in surprise.

"Could it be..."

Zi Yan narrowed her eyes, thinking of the magical bottle of water that Zhang Han gave her.

After drinking the water, the makeup on her face was gone, and Zhou Fei walked around her for a long time when she came back that day, and her skin improved obviously. Could it be that the milk and water he brought back this time are also very good? ?

Zi Yan was faintly curious about Zhang Han, why since this guy left Xiangjiang, he has become a little strange and mysterious to her.

"It's so fragrant, Mengmeng is hungry, papa, papa, Mengmeng wants to drink." Mengmeng's milky voice called out.

"You can drink it when it's cold." Zhang Han replied with a smile.

After the milk was boiled, Zhang Han began to boil the goat milk, which made the room smell unique to goat milk.

It has a bit of a smell of mutton, but the milky aroma is still very strong, which is not the same as the mellow aroma of milk.

This can't help but make Zi Yan and Zhou Fei, who rarely drink goat milk, move their index fingers a little.

Finally, after Zhang Han finished cooking the milk, Zi Yan asked Wang Juan to make dinner in a hurry.

During dinner, everyone had a glass of milk and goat's milk, and they drank very intoxicated. They all claimed that they had never drunk such delicious milk.

After the meal, Mengmeng played with Zi Yan and Zhou Fei in the living room on the second floor, while Zhang Han sat beside him with a pen and paper, and drew a cute little pattern in cute Q version.

After painting, I took a photo and sent it to Zhao Kai, asking him to add this pattern in front of the name on the plaque. Zhao Kai replied with an OK gesture to show that he knew.

"Oh, it's unbelievable that the down-and-out young man can still draw!" Zhou Fei suddenly saw the drawing paper in Zhang Han's hand, and she was amazed.

"Ah, papa, why don't you ask Mengmeng to paint together!" Mengmeng put down the toy in her hand, ran over from Zi Yan's side, grabbed the drawing paper in Zhang Han's hand, and took a look.

"What a cute little doll, Papa's paintings are so beautiful." Mengmeng praised with dignity.

"Come on, show Mama a look." Zi Yan stretched her head to look at the painting, then chuckled, and said, "Don't even mention it, it's quite similar to Mengmeng."

"Ah, is it Mengmeng? Did Baba draw Mengmeng? Such a beautiful little doll is Mengmeng?" Mengmeng ran to Zhang Han and asked expectantly.

"Of course it is, look at the people in the room, who else is so cute and beautiful except Mengmeng?" Zhang Han smiled lightly, and touched Mengmeng's little head.

As everyone knows, the smiles of the two women next to her faded by three points immediately after saying this.

But Zhang Han didn't care about that, and started having fun with Mengmeng.

After playing until eleven o'clock, Mengmeng and Ziyan went to sleep.

the next three days.

Zhang Han and Mengmeng left early and returned late. During this period, Zhang Han planted some shallots, potatoes, eggplants, tomatoes, beans, leeks, peppers and peppers on Crescent Mountain.

Moreover, they bring some pure fresh milk to Zhang Li every day, so that the refrigerator in Zhang Li's rented house is full of milk. Zhang Li has no choice but to give some to her friends.

In the past three days, Zi Yan has recorded all the songs and is going to the mainland to shoot the MV of the song.

That night, Zhang Han and Zi Yan said that the restaurant had been renovated and wanted to bring Mengmeng to live there.

Zi Yan thought about it, and when she saw Mengmeng's look of great anticipation, she agreed, and she packed two large suitcases for Mengmeng herself.

Because she felt vaguely in her heart that it would take a while before Mengmeng passed away this time before returning to Yunyin Garden.