Chapter: 319

Zhang Han was taken aback, what did I come here for?

"I'll go downstairs to get a glass of milk." Zhang Han replied with a chuckle.

"Oh." Liang Mengqi nodded, and said: "That's just right. There is a foreign friend downstairs who is a Michelin food spy. He said he wants to taste your food. That kid came here for lunch and ate it. A face full of rice, hee hee."

While talking, Liang Mengqi felt a little funny and laughed.

On the other hand, Zhang Han, without any unexpected exaggerated expression, walked downstairs very calmly.

On the first floor, I also saw the blond man.

After seeing Zhang Han, Pearson's expression was straightened, and he unconsciously put on a cold and arrogant face, and said indifferently:

"Hey, boss, let me introduce you formally. My name is Pearson, and I'm Michelin's gourmet spy."

While talking, Pearson looked at Zhang Han without a trace, as if he wanted to see the boss shocked, unbelievable, and then came over to be polite to him.

Pearson thought about it and felt refreshed. The treatment in this restaurant made him too uncomfortable. Hehe, the boss knows his identity, and when he flatters himself, he should be more reserved.

However.

Zhang Han just gave a faint 'hmm', then walked to the bar, poured a glass of milk, turned and left, went upstairs, and his figure disappeared at the stairs.

The whole set of actions was not sloppy at all, and I even glanced at Pearson when he introduced himself at the beginning, and then, there was nothing else.

"me you him......"

At this moment, Pearson was at a loss. He stretched out his hand to Zhang Han's back, and wanted to say something to keep him, but the words got stuck in his throat.

"this..."

After Zhang Han's figure disappeared on the first floor, Pearson's face was shocked and unbelievable, and finally turned into a discouraged loss.

After seeing his appearance, Liang Mengqi couldn't help smiling, and said:

"You, let's go back and eat honestly. Don't say you are, the boss probably won't agree to it even if Michelin's top management comes."

"Ohno, how could this be..." Pearson walked to his seat dejectedly.

At this moment, Sun Ming, who was eating silently, coughed lightly and said:

"Mr. Pearson, I still have two pieces of chicken here. I think if you don't mind, you can take them and taste them."

Although Zhang Han didn't talk to Pearson, Sun Ming is in business, and his eyes will be biased towards business. No matter from any point of view, the praise of Michelin's gourmet spies is good for the restaurant, so he desperately held back his own Tongue, choose to give up two pieces of chicken.

At the same time, he felt a little funny, he didn't like to eat chicken, but in this restaurant, no one could bear it.

"Ah?" Pearson was taken aback for a moment, then overjoyed, nodded repeatedly, and said, "Okay, thank you sir."

While talking, Pearson hurriedly took a paper plate and chopsticks, and picked up the two pieces of chicken.

When they returned to their seats, Liang Mengqi and the others all looked over.

"Yo, my eyes are almost falling in!" Zhao Dahu snorted softly, and said, "This great gourmet, please taste it!"

"oh."

Pearson came back to his senses, nodded with a smile, a serious color appeared on his face, and said: