Chapter: 92
Two hours later, the paddy field was already full of seedlings. I have to say that the seller is specialized in surgery. After asking Zhang Han about the size of the paddy field, the goods that were distributed were just right, and the paddy field was full with only four or five gaps.
After finishing all this work, the time came to one o'clock in the afternoon.
Mengmeng is full of energy, and is still running around on the grass with Xiaohei.
"Mengmeng, let's go to lunch first, and come back to play after dinner."
Zhang Han washed his feet with water from the water field, glanced at himself, and suddenly couldn't laugh or cry.
This is another thing I forgot, I should change clothes when I come to do farm work, but thinking about it, Zhang Han shook his head slightly, it seems that he does not have special clothes for farm work.
"Papa, uh, what are we going to eat? Mengmeng isn't hungry yet."
Even though Mengmeng is already sweating, she still hasn't played enough with Xiaohei.
I have to say that Xiao Hei is really a high-level companion to play with. He has a crazy fight with Mengmeng. When he was not on Xiaohei, he fell twice.
It really made Xiao Hei stunned for a while, but it also likes to play with the little master very much.
"Go, Dad will take you to eat western food."
Zhang Han simply tidied up, walked over to hug Mengmeng and said with a smile.
"Western food, uh... okay, then, shall we come back to play after dinner?" Mengmeng nodded obediently and asked again.
"Well, come back to play after dinner." Zhang Han smiled and kissed Mengmeng's face.
"Oh, it's full of saliva." Mengmeng stretched out her small palm and scratched her face gently.
In fact, this is Mengmeng's sweat, being kissed by Zhang Han, the sweat sticks to the skin, Mengmeng feels itchy.
"Mengmeng actually dislikes Dad, Dad is so sad." Zhang Han curled his lips, pretending to be sad.
"Hmm, I don't dislike it, Mengmeng doesn't dislike it." When Mengmeng saw it, she quickly moved her cherry mouth over and kissed Zhang Han's face a few times: "What, Mengmeng won't I hate Papa."
"Hahaha......"
Zhang Han laughed heartily, feeling that ever since he had a little princess, he seemed to hang a round of rising sun in the long dark night, illuminating the whole world brightly.
And this darkness is like Zhang Han's five hundred years of loneliness, emptiness and other negative emotions, and Mengmeng is the round of sunrise that softens his heart.
After driving for 20 minutes, I came to a western restaurant called Bombana in Crescent Bay. When I stepped into it, the decoration was gorgeous, and even the waiters were tall and slender women from abroad.
"Hellosir, WelcometoBombana, MayIhaveamealfortwopeople? (Hi sir, welcome to the restaurant, is it for two people to eat?)"
A beautiful waitress came up and spoke fluent English.
"What did you say? Can you speak Chinese?" Zhang Han asked.
His English proficiency is only level three and a half. Zhang Han can understand slow or simple sentences, but he can't understand those who speak fast.
Coincidentally, two local middle-aged men passed by at this time. After hearing Zhang Han's words, they looked at Zhang Han with a hint of sarcasm.
"At first glance, it looks like a mainlander. This is a specialty restaurant in English. If you don't even know the rules, you can enter it, which is something that mainlanders can do." One of the middle-aged men with an inch cut said to his companion in English.
"It's a shame." His companion also muttered in English.
The two felt that Zhang Han didn't understand, and they spoke unscrupulously. Even the beautiful waiter who heard them could hear clearly, so they just smiled.