Chapter: 550

For the authentic red sausages of these three restaurants, Zhang Han had eaten them all before, and they all tasted very good, each with its own unique taste.

However, Zhang Han prefers the red sausage of Qiulin Lidaosi, which has the smell of fat meat, but is fat but not greasy, so he asked Zhao Feng to send the pork and let them make Qiulin-style red sausage. It may not be authentic, but don’t forget that this is the Taihu black pig grown in Crescent Mountain, which exceeds the 5A level of pork.

When the meal was almost ready, a staff member of the deli delivered the red sausage.

When the three big bags of red sausage were delivered to Zhang Han, he couldn't help saying:

"Sir, I don't know where you bought the pork you used in the past? Can you tell me?"

"I can't buy that pork personally, it's specially provided by the royal family." Liang Mengqi said strangely.

"Ah? Special offer?" Disappointment flashed across the staff member's face, and he sighed again and again: "No wonder, I said that the red sausage tastes so delicious. The quality of the meat is really nothing to say. I have been making sausages for so many years. It’s the first time I’ve seen such top-quality meat, hey, it’s a special offer.”

"Yeah." Zhang Han shook his head slightly, didn't say anything, took the red sausage and put it on the counter at the back.

"Then I'll take my leave." The staff said goodbye and left.

After he left, seeing so many people queuing up in the restaurant, he shook his head and muttered:

"I can get the special pork, hey, the source is really good, no wonder the business is so good, it's too good."

For him, it is very powerful to be able to obtain special-grade ingredients, but he does not know that those real special-grade ingredients are not as good as those from Crescent Mountain. The rice is not even as high-end as the egg fried rice eaten by ordinary diners in this restaurant.

If these diners knew the truth, they would probably be very excited.

When the rice was steamed, Zhang Han started to cook. At noon, Zhang Han only prepared two large pots of fried rice with red sausage, not even noodles in clear soup.

Because the amount of rice was quite large, Zhang Han directly took out ten red sausages and cut them into small cubes.

When cutting, a faint aroma of red sausage still wafts out.

"Eh?" Mengmeng was stunned for a moment, got up on the sofa, looked at Zhang Han and said, "Papa, is that ham? I want to eat some."

"Okay." Zhang Han smiled, cut off a small piece of red sausage the size of a thumb, and sent it to Mengmeng.

"It's so delicious." Mengmeng grabbed the red sausage and took a bite, full of praise.

"Google..."

On the other side, Yu Qingqing's eyes fell into it, and the sound of him swallowing was clearly audible.

"I'm so greedy." Liang Mengqi gave her a blank look, but she was secretly swallowing.

"Boss, can we try a small piece?" Seeing Yu Qingqing's appearance, Zhao Dahu couldn't help asking.

After Zhang Han glanced at them, he lowered his head, raised the knife in his hand, cut a red sausage into four small pieces, picked it up and threw it over.

"ah!"

The surprise came very suddenly, but Yu Qingqing was taken aback. She wanted to stand up to pick up the red sausage, but found that one of the red sausages was flying towards her palm. Fly into the hands.

"Wow, it's so accurate." Liang Mengqi looked at Zhang Han with splendor, took the red sausage, put it into her mouth, held it, and bit a small piece.

The shape and movement of her lips made Zhao Feng a little thirsty, and his imagination wandered.

It's just that Liang Mengqi was completely intoxicated by the taste of the red sausage. After one bite, the crispy skin, the tough meat. The intestines, and even a little bit of chewy meat. It melts, so that the comprehensive taste of incense, meat and a little garlic fills the whole mouth.

"Cool!"