Chapter: 498

"Eh?" Mengmeng was stunned for a moment, and when she realized what was going on, her small mouth pouted: "Hmph! Bad baba, you, you, you, don't tell me about changing the piano."

Zhang Han smiled and shook his head when he heard the words, looked at Zhang Li, and said, "I haven't eaten at noon, let's go out to eat."

"It's a pity you still remember that he didn't eat!" Zhang Li rolled her eyes and said, "My tired legs hurt from running. You have to treat me to a big meal to make up for me."

"Okay." Zhang Han nodded.

Zhang Li wanted to talk about eating seafood, but Zhang Han was only polite, then turned to look at Mengmeng, and asked, "Beautiful little princess, what do you want for lunch?"

"Giggle..." Mengmeng was very happy when she heard it, and said with a giggle, "Er...er...the beautiful little princess wants to eat... a birthday cake."

"Birthday cake?" Zhang Li curled her lips and said, "Birthday cakes can only be eaten on birthdays, Mengmeng, why don't we go eat some spicy food?"

"Eh?" Mengmeng's little mouth pouted: "Then we can't eat birthday cake, Mengmeng wants to eat it, then, then I'd better listen to Papa."

As for Zhang Han, of course he answered as expected: "Who said you can't eat birthday cakes? Our Mengmeng celebrates birthdays every day!"

"Well, papa is the best." The little princess was happy again when she heard it, and kissed Zhang Han's cheeks several times. When she was going out, Mengmeng suddenly remembered something, and asked in a milky voice: "Papa, Do you know Mengmeng's birthday?"

"Um?"

Zhang Han's footsteps stopped at this moment, his body was a little stiff, and his expression was slightly numb, because he didn't even know Mengmeng's birthday.

For a moment, Zhang Han's heart was full of self-blame, even from Zhang Han's eyes.

After Zhang Li saw this, she hurriedly smiled and said, "Mengmeng has a North American household registration, so birthdays are counted according to the solar calendar. In China, we celebrate lunar birthdays, so when Mengmeng's household registration moves back, you can have one." It’s my birthday in my own country’s lunar calendar.”

"Is that Papa?" Mengmeng asked a little confusedly: "What is that? Calendar... Calendar?"

"I'll understand that after Mengmeng." Zhang Li said with a smile.

"Well, Mengmeng will know after a while." Zhang Han said with a light forehead.

Originally, Zhang Han didn't care about birthdays. The birthday of a cultivator is almost once in a hundred years. Sometimes he retreats or goes out, so there is no birthday.

It's like Zhang Han, who hasn't had a birthday in five hundred years, but Mengmeng is different. Zhang Han wants to give the little princess the best life, how can there be fewer birthdays?

But speaking of this, Zhang Han felt that when Zi Yan came back, it was time to discuss signing Mengmeng's household registration back.

However, if the signing comes back, Zhang Han knows that there will definitely be a series of problems.

He and Zi Yan are not husband and wife yet, how to get the household registration? Just let Mengmeng and Ziyan have the same household registration book? Zhang Han directly denied it.

That's no good, he is Mengmeng's biological father, why should he be on the same household registration book, but, it seems that Mengmeng's name has not been changed, according to the American nationality, it is called Emily, and the name has to be changed back. We have to wait for Zi Yan to come back to discuss.

And can Zi Yan agree with the three of them to settle down directly? That means that he and Zi Yan have become a family, and judging by her attitude, she probably won't agree directly.

Is it still necessary to find a way to get the baby's mother?

Zhang Han thought about it, shook his head secretly, let's do it and see.

The three of them went out, and finally went to a pastry restaurant and ate some pasta, but Mengmeng still didn't eat the birthday cake.

Along the way, Zhang Li hugged Mengmeng, trying to fool the little guy to eat something else. Although the little guy temporarily gave up the birthday cake, he still wanted to eat a bread-style cake without butter, so...

After eating pasta, Zhang Han still drove the car. In fact, for a super sports car like Maserati GT, Zhang Han liked the fast speed. In the past years when he was driving a sports car, he felt uncomfortable every time he didn’t speed, but now he has Mengmeng. Zhang Han pursued security.

After driving back to the restaurant, Zhang Li got off the car. The piano was about to arrive, and she had to wait in the restaurant to pick up the goods, and there were still some odds and ends, so she would be busy for a while in the afternoon.