Chapter: 3111

"I didn't expect that, Brother Han, your cooking skills are also a bit good."

"When you have children, your cooking skills will be great."

"Ha, I don't know when I will have a child. Just let it happen. Anyway, Feifei and I have a good relationship. I respect her opinion in this regard."

"Let's see."

"..."

While chatting, Zhang Han was cooking, and Mengmeng ran in from time to time.

It was alright at first, but when Mengmeng came in again after the aroma of the vegetables filled the kitchen, she muttered:

"Papa, I'm hungry."

"Dry fried chicken wings are just right, eat one first, and we can have dinner in ten minutes."

"No, it's impolite for Ma Ma to say so."

"What's so impolite? This is our own home, let's eat."

Zhang Han handed over a big chicken wing. During the period, he used the pitiful amount of spiritual power he could use to lower the temperature. The little guy was just not hot when he held it in his hand. He ate it deliciously and bit it down. It was crispy on the outside and delicious on the inside. The cortex, the chicken wings with a gelatinous taste, and the meaty aroma that penetrates into the bone marrow make Mengmeng praise again and again:

"It smells so good, Papa is the best."

The dinner was very sumptuous, with a large table of dishes, opened two bottles of red wine, and had dinner in the restaurant on the fifth floor.

It could have been eaten slower, but after Mengmeng finished eating, Zhang Han went to play with the little guy, so the speed increased.

"Go, sister Yan, let's go play too."

Zhou Fei took Zi Yan's hand and walked out of the restaurant, leaving Chen Changqing staring blankly behind.

He stretched out his hand:

"Uh... I'm going to do the dishes?"

Well, the dignified Qing Emperor, now he has been reduced to washing dishes.

Fortunately, he can also open and hang up, move his fingers slightly, and clean up in a minute.

Playing until 9:30, Zhou Fei and Chen Changqing went out for a walk, the family of three lay on the bed, Zhang Han told the story as usual.

After a while, Mengmeng fell asleep.

Zhang Han gently hugged the little guy on the small bed, covered the quilt, and returned to the big bed by himself, hugging Zi Yan.

This time, Zhang Han slept soundly.

Injured and with Chen Changqing around, he also felt relieved.

This is the first day.

On the second day, Zhang Han's complexion improved a lot.

On the third day, it looked the same as usual from the outside.

So in the afternoon when there is no one in the castle...