MTL - Godly Stay-Home Dad-Chapter 187 hope

"Well, I don't mix, and later is the boss's younger brother." Zhao Feng replied with a smile.

"I see you are slipping. My dear boss wants to eat delicious? Hey, but even when the boss is on the job, it is better than yours, you can really consider the boss's follow-up." Liang Mengqi said with a grin and did not believe his words.

"I really left the gang." Zhao Feng shook his head slightly.

“Really?” Liang Mengqi saw his expression, and some believed. She looked up and down Zhao Feng and said: “Do you love it or not, it doesn’t matter to me, I only like our boss.”

"You are not allowed to like me, hehe." Meng Meng said with a vigilant side.

This beautiful big sister is the most dangerous. I always say that I love you, hey, when Ma Ma comes back, people must tell Ma Ma.

"I don't just like you, I still like you, oh." Liang Mengqi said with a smile.

"You don't want to." Meng Meng whispered his mouth and turned his head.

After Zhang Han opened the door, the pedestrian walked into the restaurant.

"Boss, what do we eat at noon today?" Yu Qingqing's eyes swept to the kitchen counter.

"I always ask so much? What to eat and what to eat." Liang Mengqi gave her a blank look.

"Our family is a carnivorous animal, boss, when will we eat the whole pig feast next time!" Zhao Dahu interjected.

"Look at the mood." Zhang Han replied casually: "At noon, there is also a bit of meat, eating sausage fried rice."

"There are new products! Good Kaisen!" Yu Qingqing's eyes lit up, the smell of sausages sounded, and the saliva flowed.

Zhao Feng, they sat in the table at the usual seat and chatted.

Zhang Han put Meng Meng on the sofa, let the little guy watch TV for a while, and he went to the kitchen to prepare lunch.

Sausage fried rice is mainly based on the addition of sausage on the basis of egg fried rice. The number of eggs is reduced, so that most of the fried rice is the taste of sausage.

The sausage made by Zhang Hanrang is a red sausage. It is produced in the northeastern part of China. It can be called the Harbin Red Intestine. It is native to Lithuania in Eastern Europe. When the Middle East Railway was built, foreigners poured into Halbin. The process of the red sausage brought it over.

Its original name is enema, and it has been passed to Harbin for a hundred years. Because it looks reddish in appearance, it is gradually called the red sausage.

Up to now, Hahonggu is already an authentic northeastern specialty. It usually travels from Harbin. Some will choose to bring back the red sausage to the loved ones who have not eaten. Even a few years ago, Hahong was selected as CNN14 overseas. One of the most famous Chinese snacks that Chinese people miss, the reason they give is that the red sausage is more chewy than the North American hot dog and has a taste than the British sausage.

Of course, in this era of interest, it is easy to buy fake goods, there are several major brands in the red sausage, Harbin meat, Qiulin Lin Daos, business committee red sausage, etc., relatively speaking, these three famous, the most To buy authentic, you still need to check the location of the designated sale.

There are many famous red sausages in the Harbin Meat League, the old Chinese brand, the intangible cultural heritage of the Dragon Province, etc. The Qiulin Lin Daos is considered to be the most authentic hahong intestine, using traditional European techniques, and the Chamber of Commerce Intestines, it is a bit self-willed, do not open branches, not online sales, want to buy will have to go to the queue in the middle of the night, go late, the door is five characters: the red sausage has been sold out.

For these three authentic red sausages, Zhang Han had eaten at the beginning, the taste is very good, and the taste has its own merits.

However, Zhang Han prefers the red sausage of Dows in Qiulin, and has the flavor of fat meat, but it is fat and not greasy, so he lets Zhao Feng send pork and let them do the autumn forest-style sausage, although the craft It may not be authentic, but don't forget, this is the Taihu Black Pig growing in Xinyue Mountain, which surpasses the 5a grade pork.

When the meal was going to be good, a deli staff sent the red sausage.

When the whole three big bags of red sausage were sent to Zhang Han’s hand, he couldn’t help but say:

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

"The pork can't be bought by anyone, it's a royal special offer." Liang Mengqi said strangely.

"Ah? Special offer?" The staff member flashed a disappointment on his face and sighed again and again: "No wonder, I said how the flavor of the red sausage made is so fragrant, the meat quality really has nothing to say, I have been making sausage for so many years, It was the first time I saw such a good meat. Oh, it was a special offer."

"Yeah." Zhang Han shook his head slightly, did not say anything, took the red sausage and placed it on the counter on the back side.

"Then I will leave." The staff left for leave.

After he left, he saw so many people waiting in the restaurant, and he murmured again and again:

"I can get special pork, hey, it’s really awkward. It’s no wonder that the business is so good, it’s too much."

For him, it is very powerful to get the special grade ingredients, but he does not know that the real special ingredients are also better than the ingredients of the Crescent Moon Mountain. The rice is not even as high as the egg fried rice eaten by ordinary diners in this restaurant.

If these diners know the truth, it is estimated that they will not be excited.

The rice was steamed, and Zhang Han began to cook. At noon, Zhang Han only prepared two large pots of red sausage fried rice. Even the noodle soup was not made.

Because the amount of rice is quite large, Zhang Han directly took out a whole ten red sausages and cut them into small dices.

At the time of cutting, a faint red sausage fragrance is still floating.

"Amount?" Meng Meng squatted, climbed up on the sofa, looked at Zhang Han and said: "Hey, is that ham? I want to eat a little."

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

"Good fragrance." Meng Meng grabbed the red sausage and took a sip, praised.

"Oh..."

On the other side, Yu Qingqing’s eyes fell in, and the sound of his throat was clear and audible.

"Look at you." Liang Mengqi gave her a blank look, but she was secretly swallowing water.

"Boss, can we taste a small piece?" Zhao Dahu saw Yu Qingqing's appearance and couldn't help but ask.

After Zhang Han glanced at them, he lowered his head and handed his knife down. He cut a red sausage into four small pieces and picked it up and threw it straight away.

"what!"

The surprise came suddenly, but it made Yu Qingqing startled. She wanted to stand up and pick up the red sausage, but found that one of the red sausages flew directly to her palm. She didn’t need to move at all. Fly into the hand.

"Wow, it's good." Liang Mengqi looked at Zhang Han with a splendid look, holding the red intestine, sending it into his mouth, holding it, biting a small piece.

Her lips shape and movements make Zhao Feng a bit dry and imaginative.

It’s just that Liang Mengqi is completely intoxicated in the taste of the red intestines, one bite down, the crispy cortex, the hard meat, the intestines, and even a little bit of chewy meat, the inside of the bite fat The combination of a scent of incense and aromas of meat and a little garlic fills the entire mouth.

"Shuang!"

Yu Qingqing killed a small piece of red sausage and screamed refreshedly.

The taste of the red sausage is very good, which makes her look forward to waiting for the fried rice to go abroad!

When the meal was just right, Wang Qiang and Wu Liying came in.

The little princess looked at her cooking while eating the red intestine. When Wang Qiang came in, Meng Meng’s eyes lit up, and the shiny scorpion looked around before and after, saying:

"Oh, geisha? Wang Bobo, why didn't the geisha come?"

"She went to her house, it will take two days to come back." Wang Qiang smiled and remembered the scene last night.

Wang Jiawen and Su Yu want to bring Wang Yizhen to the deep-rooted family. As a result, Xiaotoutou is not willing to live and play. It is necessary to play with Meng Meng for a few days here, but because of her birthday, even if she is crying, it does not work. The faceless helpless Wang Jiawen and Su Yu gave away.

At this time, after Meng Meng heard the words, the clear big eyes flickered and flashed, a little disappointing tone; "Oh."

After that, the little princess’s eyes looked at the red intestine in her hand and thought for a moment. She suddenly said: “Wang Bobo, the red sausage is delicious, you, you give the geisha a little, let her Try it."

“Hey.” Wang Qiang smiled happily and said: “Thank you for sprouting, geisha, she went to the mainland, I can’t eat it when I get it back, I can only eat it when she comes back, I can also find you to play. It is."

"Oh... okay." Meng Meng was nodding his head.

This scene is awkward!

Soon, the fried rice sat down, and Zhang Han sat on the potato and took the cucumber.

The lunch started.

At the round dining table, when Zhang Hangang was moving fast, Sun Dongheng was red-eyed and rushed in from the outside.

"Hey? What's wrong with you? Are you crying?" Zhao Dahu said something inexplicably.

"No..." Sun Dongheng grinned and looked at Zhang Han, trembled; "Boss, I have to take a few meals."

"Go." Zhang Han nodded and answered.

"Yeah." Sun Dongheng walked to the counter and took out the disposable lunch box. When filling the rice, he shed tears.

"What the **** are you doing? Are you being bullied? Why didn't your parents come with you?" Zhao Dahu asked again.

A few times ago, I talked with Sun Dongheng very speculatively. They were all members of the restaurant. I met them one after the other. I saw this very cheerful young man crying. He was very strange and had some greetings of concern.

"My dad... he was hospitalized." Sun Dongcheng said sadly.

"What disease?"

"Cancer." Sun Dongheng said loudly.

"hiss!"

"God! This..."

Zhao Dahu’s face changed slightly. Even Zhao Dahu got up and walked to Sun Dongheng’s side. His face was very complicated. He gently patted his back and advised him: “Don’t cry, it’s mid-term... ..."

"It's late." Sun Dongheng gritted his teeth and wiped his tears. He said, "I have to do chemotherapy in the afternoon. Before that, I want him to eat the rice here again..."

Hearing the sad words of Sun Dongheng, people’s hearts sighed again and again. From the exchanges of the past few days, Sun Mingren was quite good and it was a pity to get cancer.

Meng Meng seems to understand and understand, seeing the big brother crying, her expression shrinks, looking at Zhang Han, whispered: "Hey, big brother crying is so sad, what is Sun Bobo?" How can Sun Bobo be so sick when he is so good? Then he will be very painful in the hospital, will he cry?"

Zhang Han heard the words put down the chopsticks and looked at Meng Meng. In her innocent eyes, she expressed her kindness. Zhang Han smiled and touched the cute little brain, turned to look at Sun Dongheng and said:

"You don't want your father's chemotherapy to do it first. I have time to come to me in the afternoon."

"what?"

Sun Dongheng heard it and didn't know what the boss meant. He didn't want to understand it. He couldn't react. At this time, his brain was the same as the paste.

After Zhao Feng saw it, he quickly got up and walked to Sun Dongheng's side. He took him out of the restaurant and came to Sun Dongheng's car. Zhao Feng said slowly:

"The boss is open, you just do it. If you don't cure the disease in the hospital, it doesn't mean you can't cure it. You bring your dad to come, maybe this is his hope of healing."