Chapter: 328

Zhang Han nodded, walked over with Mengmeng in his arms, and went to the first floor with Zhao Feng.

Back on the first floor, when Li Fan saw Zhang Han holding Mengmeng, he greeted him with a little excitement.

"Hahaha, Mr. Zhang, hello, hello." Li Fan stretched out his hands enthusiastically.

"Yeah." Zhang Han pulled out a hand and shook him.

"Hello, Mr. Zhang, I didn't know what you like when we first met, so I bought some fruit." Xue Qian raised the fruit bag in his hand.

"Put it over there." Zhang Han nodded and gestured to the coffee table on the side.

"Fruit, Mengmeng wants to eat a little bit." Mengmeng said, waving her small palm.

Ziyan especially likes to eat fruit, she would eat some every day when she was in North America, Mengmeng has been eating it since she was a child, she also loves fruit.

But since being with Zhang Han, the frequency of eating fruit is very low, because Zhang Han plans to plant fruit trees by himself, and he can't look at the fruits outside.

The profit of the fruit market is also very large, and there are many ways in it. Not all fruits are as nutritious as the description. Take apples as an example. Many apples on the market have pesticides in their skins. It cannot be removed by washing.

So, those organic fruits, cultivated without pesticides will be ridiculously expensive, but not all of them are authentic.

But you get what you pay for, and there is some truth to this saying after all.

Zhao Feng, who was standing next to him, heard that the little princess ate fruit, so he quickly took the fruit bag from Xue Qian's hand, and went to the kitchen, found the fruit plate and washed some of the grapes, bananas and other fruits in it.

This kind of behavior is really like a waiter in a restaurant, and more importantly, this kind of behavior belongs to "respect" in Zhang Han's eyes.

People respect me one foot, and I return others one foot. Although Zhang Han never said anything about all these things, he will see them in his eyes.

After Zhao Feng washed the fruit, he put it on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

"Papa, Papa, let Mengmeng down, Mengmeng is going to eat some fruit." Mengmeng writhed in Zhang Han's arms after seeing her, she looked really cute.

Li Fan and Xue Qian were overjoyed when they saw it, and they both sighed again and again:

"Mr. Zhang's daughter is really beautiful."

"Yeah, it's the first time I've seen such a pretty little girl."

If she had praised twice before, then Mengmeng would have happily said something to the two of them, but now the little princess's attention is all on the fruit, and after being placed on the ground by Zhang Han, she ran over with her calves.

Zhao Feng pondered for a while, thinking that the boss might be discussing something with someone, and thought about whether he should avoid it, but the curiosity in his heart made him sit on the sofa abruptly.

"That...Mr. Zhang, we..." Li Fan pondered for a while, wanting to get straight to the point and talk about the song.

But Xue Qian interrupted directly: "It's really not easy for Mr. Zhang to make such a high-level song. I think he has a very high attainment in music."

"Yeah." Zhang Han nodded lightly.

But there's still a little bit of... weirdness in my heart.

It stands to reason that he is just a "song porter" for this song. He wrote songs that have not come out in advance, but people still praise him in front of him. This feeling is quite interesting.

"Well, I think there are some small details that I want to communicate with you. How about we find a recording studio and listen to it?" Xue Qian said in an inquiring tone.

"No, just sing here."

"Ah? Here?" Xue Qian was taken aback for a moment, then said hesitantly, "How do you sing here?"