Chapter: 1194

"Let's go." Mengmeng muttered.

When we got downstairs, we sat on the sofa. Zhang Han turned on the TV. There were no bears. Mengmeng mumbled twice, "Why not?"

It's another cartoon, Mengmeng watched it for two minutes and enjoyed it.

Zhang Han came to the kitchen and quickly wrapped the steamed buns.

After a few drawers were steamed, more than 20 drawers were steamed in total. Zhang Han took half a drawer of steamed buns, a glass of milk, an egg and half a bowl of rice porridge, and brought them to the tea table to start eating breakfast for Mengmeng.

At this time, four member diners came.

Wang Qiang and Wu Liying, as well as Pearson, who comes here for three meals a day as long as they are in Xiangjiang, Pearson has a good figure, 1.8 meters tall, has regular work and rest schedules, and likes to exercise, so his physical fitness is relatively healthy.

The last one was Lin Xue who hadn't seen him once every 800 years in the morning.

A few people were quite surprised to be able to eat Xiaolongbao, they were all quite pleasantly surprised, and the member diners were all very excited, including the manager and several subordinates of the spicy Sichuan restaurant next door.

There is some truth to the saying that the early bird catches the worm.

After breakfast, at about 8:40, the restaurant was quiet, and Zhang Han accompanied Mengmeng to play with the remote control car on the sofa.

Suddenly, a stretched Rolls-Royce Phantom stopped in the parking space in front of the restaurant.

Zhang Han saw this scene from the corner of his eye, so he moved his gaze away.

A thin man in his fifties and a very elegant woman got out of the car, and a middle-aged man opened the door for them.

After taking a look, Zhang Han remembered that the last time he went to Yunding Mountain, the three people in front of him were also on Yunding Mountain. Although they were sitting in the corner, there were very few people on it. It was only a few days later, Zhang Han Han recognized it after a second glance.

After they got off the car, they walked towards the door of the restaurant. Before entering the house, Hong Qitao adjusted his tie with an expression on his face.

Today he is wearing a light blue suit and tie, very formal attire.

Tang Jiayi was wearing a black dress, and she was holding a food bag in her hand, which contained the two most valuable bottles of wine they brought from home.

Pushing open the door and entering, Hong Qitao put a smile on his lips, took a look at the environment in the room, and walked straight to the side of the sofa.

At this time, Mengmeng also put down the remote control in her hand, instead of controlling the small sports car, she turned her head and sized up the few people with curious eyes.

"Hello, Mr. Zhang."

Hong Qitao stretched out his palm and said with a smile: "I am Hong Qitao, I take the liberty to come to visit, I hope Mr. Zhang doesn't mind."

Faced with Hong Qitao's hand, Zhang Han ignored him, looked at him calmly, and asked:

"What's up?"

"Uh..." Hong Qitao paused in his heart, withdrew his palm without a trace, thinking about his own words.

"Mr. Zhang, these are two bottles of Tibetan wine, specially brought for Mr. Zhang to taste." Tang Jiayi took the words appropriately, put the food bag in her hand gently on the tea table, glanced at Mengmeng, her eyes lit up, and she smiled. Said: "What a beautiful little girl."

"Hmm.....hmm.....hmm..." Mengmeng snorted twice, hiding on Zhang Han's side in embarrassment, looking at Tang Jiayi secretly with her big clear eyes.

Zhang Han glanced at Tang Jiayi, then looked at the respectful martial artist behind him, and finally looked at Hong Qitao, and asked lightly, "Tell me directly why you are here."

After all the drinks were delivered, Zhang Han gave them a chance to speak.

Under normal circumstances, if someone was so indifferent to Hong Qitao and didn't even ask a question when they came to visit, then Hong Qitao would definitely leave.