Chapter: 722

"Jiawen, look how romantic Mr. Zhang is, and he even sent roses to Mrs. Zhang." Su Yu said with a white look at Wang Jiawen.

"Yes, I really have to learn from Mr. Zhang in this regard." Wang Jiawen didn't feel embarrassed, and said with a smile.

"Let's go into the house first." Zhang Han said, and took the lead into the restaurant.

Holding the flowers, Zi Yan walked to the tea table in front of the sofa, carefully put them away, and then under Zhao Feng's arrangement, everyone sat down at the round dining table in the restaurant.

After Zhao Feng came back, he had a face-to-face meeting with Xu Yong. Xu Yong briefly talked about the two-day training situation. After Zhao Feng nodded, he got up and left.

A cow and a sheep are relatively small for making hot pot. For the rest of the ingredients, he asked the restaurant next door to make finished dishes, and planned to take them back to improve the meals for the brothers on the beach.

After Xu Yong bid farewell and left, Zhao Feng was already preparing this hot pot meal.

At this time, the hot pot soup with a relatively large number on the table was already cooking, and there were plates of dishes all around.

Fat beef, fat sheep, lamb chops, fat beef brain, beef tendons, fresh shrimp, black hairy belly, white louver, Chinese cabbage, spinach, shiitake mushrooms......

Looking at the ingredients on the table, Zi Yan pursed her lips, her heart jumped with joy.

This idiot finally specially prepared a meal for himself that he had wanted to eat for a long time, hum, stinky idiot.

At this time, Zi Yan and Zhou Fei were already very hungry. They didn't eat in the morning. When they went to the airport at noon, Zhao Feng sent someone to KFC to buy some food. Zi Yan only ate a chicken wing.

"Ha, the hot pot soup is boiling, let's stop staring and eat it quickly! I'm going to starve to death." Zhou Fei said carelessly.

At this time, Zhao Feng poured everyone a small glass of the prepared red wine. The red wine was the 82-year-old Lafite that Wang Jiawen brought.

After pouring the wine, Zhao Feng stood beside him, looking like a full-time housekeeper.

"You sit down and eat too?" Zi Yan said with a strange look at him.

Zhao Feng shook his head with a smile, and said, "I won't."

This made Wang Jiawen and Su Yu a little curious about what kind of role this Zhao Feng was in the restaurant.

"Sit down." Zhang Han glanced at him, chuckled and said, "Didn't I tell you that there are not so many rules."

"Okay." Zhao Feng was slightly taken aback, without being pretentious, and sat on one side happily.

There was a warm current flowing in his heart, the more he got in touch with, the more he found that Zhang Han didn't treat him as a master in the strict sense, but more like the feeling of an elder brother treating his younger brother. The master saved his life and taught himself to practice. , and I can repay my master, the only lifelong loyalty and following.

It may be this feeling that a scholar dies for his confidant.

After Zhao Feng sat down, Wang Jiawen picked up the wine glass very appropriately, and said enthusiastically:

"Thank you Mr. Zhang for your hospitality, uh... Mrs. Zhang, and this lady, my name is Wang Jiawen, this is my wife Su Yu, and this is my daughter Wang Yihan."

Wang Jiawen briefly introduced Zi Yan and Zhou Fei.

At this time, Zi Yan was holding the wine glass, hesitated a little, she still took off the sunglasses.

Seeing Zi Yan's face completely, Su Yu and Wang Jiawen's eyes were a little surprised at first, and then they stared slightly, as if they remembered something, but they were not sure.

In the eyes of the two, the corners of Zi Yan's mouth turned up, and she smiled slightly: "Hi, I'm Zi Yan."

"My name is Zhou Fei." Zhou Fei also responded.

After speaking, everyone motioned to each other to take a sip of wine.