Chapter: 592

Pour off the water, put a little oil into the pot, put the chicken wings in it, fry for one minute, pour in a can of cola, add ginger slices and shallots, a little dark soy sauce and light soy sauce, bring the water to a boil on high heat, then turn to medium heat stew.

Although the chicken wings are also the meat of the native chicken, they are relatively easy to cook. After about ten minutes, the soup is thick. After a little, open the lid of the pot, add a little heavenly fragrance powder, stir fry a few times, one serving The fragrant cola chicken wings come out of the pan.

Coca-Cola Chicken Wings is Zhang Han's last dish, and he has also made Braised Eggplant and Scrambled Cucumber before.

After the food was ready, Zhao Feng first served a large portion of the food and brought it to the round dining table.

This scene was seen by Liang Mengqi, which made her feel that Zhao Feng was really a waiter here. Anyway, it is good to leave the chaotic underground forces.

When it was time to eat, Wang Jiawen and Su Yu were a little embarrassed again.

The host didn't speak, and they were too embarrassed to take the initiative to eat! Moreover, there are rules in this restaurant. There is only one membership card per person. After all, they still have to queue outside if they want to eat normally.

Two adults, a son of a former minister, a true second-generation red, and a daughter of a wealthy family, a true second-generation rich, are restless and anxious in this restaurant of more than 100 square meters. It is estimated that many people will feel astonished when they talk about it in their circle of friends.

But fortunately, this little chubby girl Wang Yihan, fortunately, she and Mengmeng have become acquainted, and they will eventually gain the glory of their own daughter.

Seeing that the food was ready, Mengmeng climbed down from the sofa. Seeing that neither Wang Jiawen nor Su Yu had moved, the little guy was stunned for a while, then looked at Zhang Han, and asked in a milky voice:

"Papa, um...well, can Yihan's Papa and Mama have dinner with us?"

"Yes." Seeing Mengmeng's big shining eyes, Zhang Han nodded in agreement. After saying a word, he looked at Wang Jiawen, smiled, and said, "Come and eat together."

"Oh, yes, thank you."

Wang Jiawen was a little flattered at this time, and hurriedly stood up to thank him.

Although he only came twice, in this short period of time, under the influence of subtle influences, Wang Jiawen also felt what kind of treatment it was to be able to sit at that round dining table for dinner. I'm so excited to be here at a star-rated restaurant.

And the envious eyes of those non-member diners also reminded him that eating at the round table is a kind of honor, and more importantly...they can eat the boss's delicious food! They don't have members, and they have a daughter who has a good relationship with the little princess of the restaurant, so they can eat. This... only hates that they don't have a baby!

What's more interesting is that the couple who ate at the outermost table looked at each other. They didn't want children, but now they had a desire to go back and make children.

We can't afford membership, but children can still be born!

It's just that they are just thinking about it in their hearts. Although children can be born, they are also divided into poor and rich. They are going to be rich, but they still plan to save some money after two years of struggle!

Wang Jiawen was sitting on the dining table, and when he was about to move his chopsticks, he hesitated, looked at Zhang Han, and said:

"Mr. Zhang, do you like to drink?"

"Forget it." Zhang Han nodded.

As for wine, Zhang Han used to like to drink red wine, and he always drank expensive Remy Martin or Lafite wherever he went. Later, when his life was at a low point for five years, Zhang Han liked to drink baijiu, which was more important than red wine. It was easy to get drunk, but later, when he came to the world of cultivating immortals, he tasted Qiongji Xianjiu and felt that those were the real wines.

"I also like to drink, but I don't usually drink much." Wang Jiawen said with a smile while picking up a piece of chicken: "I have two bottles of the 82-year-old Lafite, which I will bring with me next time I come. Have a drink with Mr. Zhang."

"Yeah." Zhang Han hummed directly, and said casually: "I have some beer here, do you want some?"

"Okay! Have a drink." Wang Jiawen's eyes lit up.

Generally, if you just have a serious meal, the chat will not be very lively, but after drinking, the conversation will naturally increase. This is also some of the principles of talking about feelings at the wine table, just like company personnel going to work or seeking cooperation. , it is always necessary to "talk about feelings" at the wine table first, and if the talk is good, the business will naturally be much easier to talk about.

It’s like some news in the past, a person with no academic qualifications works, because he can drink so much, he is valued by the company’s senior management, and his status has been directly improved a lot, so he plays the role of toasting and blocking alcohol on the wine table, but it’s still the same. In a word, although wine is good, drinking less will make you happy, but drinking too much will hurt your health.

Zhang Han went to the refrigerator on the side of the kitchen and took four cans of beer. After Zhao Feng saw this, he couldn't help but look at Liang Mengqi and asked, "Mengqi, do you want some beer too?"

"I don't drink." Liang Mengqi shook her head.