Chapter: 1979

"Hey, it really lives up to its reputation. Mr. Zhang's cooking skills are really great."

"It's delicious, Mengmeng, your father is so amazing." Li Muen looked at Zhang Han and his eyes turned into little hearts.

This made her mother, Wang Lan, a little jealous. She thought about going back and cooking better, but...

'How could I cook so deliciously. '

Wang Lan thought a little aggrieved.

This taste is too delicious, and it is even the best meal she has eaten since she was a child, how can it compare!

"The chicken wings are delicious, and the cakes are also delicious. Mengmeng, your father is awesome."

"..."

Facing such compliments, Mengmeng giggled and smiled proudly, extremely happy.

Until twelve o'clock, everyone had almost eaten, drank tea, and occasionally took a bite of food.

"Ha, I haven't eaten so much for a long time, refreshing." Li Kai laughed a few times, feeling very comfortable, looked at Zhang Han and said, "Brother Zhang, the dishes here are so delicious, you can open a few more branch."

Brother Zhang?

Brother, you are so embarrassed to call me!

Stephen's father looked at Li Kai with a stiff expression.

I feel a little weird.

The strength has reached the level of Mr. Zhang, and many of them are moody. If you wave your hand when you are unhappy, you will be gone, just like the Duke in the clan. If you say something wrong, it may suck your blood dry!

Even the corners of Zhao Feng's mouth were trembling.

Brother Zhang, these three words sounded funny to him.

But he thinks the master shouldn't care. After all, they all brought their children to the party invited by Mengmeng. The master always dotes on babies. With Mengmeng here, everything will be fine.

really.

I saw Zhang Han nodded with a smile, and said: "What you said makes sense. If there is a branch, there is already one."

"Ooo, that's really good. I haven't been to Crescent Bay for half a year. I didn't expect such a delicious restaurant to appear. Mr. Zhang, you are really amazing." Li Kai nodded and said.

"..."

So the adults sat at the table and chatted.

Mengmeng and her friends ran to the side of the sofa. After more than ten minutes, the little girl ran to Zhang Han's side again, lying on Zhang Han's lap and asking:

"Papa, when will we go to Xanadu to play?"

"When do you want to go?" Zhang Han touched Mengmeng's little head and said.

"Can I do it now?" Mengmeng asked.

"Of course." Zhang Han replied with a smile.

"Okay, Yihan, Martin, we are going to my paradise." Mengmeng ran to the side of the sofa and said happily.