The First Guest

"My mommy is beautiful," Mengmeng pouted, saying, "My daddy is handsome too. Daddy, daddy, you haven't bought mommy any clothes yet. This outfit is so pretty, can you buy it for mommy?"

Zhang Han glanced at Mengmeng a few times and finally said with a hint of helplessness, "Then let's buy this one I'm holding..."

Finally, Zhang Han left the mall carrying a brand new fluffy outfit.

No more trying. Zhang Han admitted defeat, feeling that his plan for the day had failed.

"Manager, your judgment is indeed sharp. I never expected that person would casually buy an outfit for twenty-eight thousand. At first, I thought he was just browsing," the sales assistant exclaimed repeatedly.

"You, you need to learn more. Observe everything. Look at that cute and beautiful little girl; could she be born to ordinary people? That gentleman, you can tell at a glance he's here for fun. People like that are usually powerful figures with too much time on their hands. Think about the consequences if you offend them," the manager lectured earnestly.

"Manager is right."

Returning to the restaurant, the sky was already darkening.

Zhang Han planned to cook Mengmeng's first meal.

Just as he was about to start cooking, Zhang Han paused slightly.

"Mengmeng, we need to go back to New Moon Mountain for a bit," Zhang Han said.

"Huh?" Mengmeng was taken aback for a moment, then overjoyed, saying, "Okay, okay, I want to play with the puppies."

So, Zhang Han took Mengmeng to New Moon Mountain.

The reason was that Zhang Han remembered something: the water for cooking!

Zhang Han didn't want to use tap water to cook. After some thought, he decided to use Spirit Water. Although the rice was already top-grade, and using Spirit Water would be adding icing to the cake, Zhang Han was determined to use Spirit Water, just because he could!

Under the Thunder Sun Tree, Zhang Han circulated his spiritual energy, communicating with the tree. A branch extended horizontally from the tree before him, acting like a faucet, channeling Spirit Water from the underground cavern upwards to flow out from the branch.

Zhang Han filled two large milk buckets with Spirit Water. He called out to Mengmeng, but the Little Princess was happily playing and didn't hear him.

Seeing this, Zhang Han let Mengmeng play for another ten minutes as the twilight glow gradually faded.

Usually, at this time, there would be many mosquitoes in the grassy areas on the mountain, but there was no such concern on New Moon Mountain.

The function of Fragrant Grass was not just for aesthetics and emitting a pleasant scent; it also had insect-repelling properties. It would drive away mosquitoes, flies, or herbivorous insects from New Moon Mountain by emitting a scent targeted at them.

How did Fragrant Grass differentiate these pests? It was because this territory belonged to the Thunder Sun Tree, and when establishing its territory, it would define these 'pests' according to Zhang Han's thoughts.

Zhang Han stood under the Thunder Sun Tree, his gaze sweeping over the vegetable patch. The vegetables were planted a few days late and weren't ripe yet, so he'd have to wait to eat them.

The current ingredients were rice, eggs, a little bit of scallion, and seasonings bought from the supermarket like carrots, onions, and tomatoes.

What to make for dinner?

Scrambled eggs with onions? Scrambled eggs with tomatoes?

After much thought, he realized only eggs were readily available. So, Zhang Han pondered for a moment and decided to make egg fried rice for dinner.

Egg fried rice was a common delicacy, and most people knew how to make it.

Sometimes, after a meal, if there was a little leftover rice, one could make egg fried rice the next morning. It was economical, practical, and delicious.

The preparation was relatively simple; with the ingredients ready, egg fried rice could be made in a few minutes. And it wasn't just egg fried rice; other fried rice dishes were also very convenient, such as Yangzhou fried rice, soy sauce fried rice, red sausage fried rice, shrimp and vegetable fried rice, and so on.

There were even street vendors who specialized in selling fried rice, and they were very popular.

However, Zhang Han wanted to make something better for Mengmeng. But the current ingredients didn't allow Zhang Han to choose freely, and the plants on New Moon Mountain were just starting to establish themselves, far from being fully developed.

With his decision made, Zhang Han stood up and walked over to Mengmeng.

"Mengmeng, it's getting dark. We should go back and eat," Zhang Han said with a light chuckle.

"Oh, okay. Bye-bye, Xiao Hei Hei, Da Jin, Xiao Jin, Da Ha, Xiao Ha, Da Song, Xiao Song, Da Qiu, Xiao Qiu..." Mengmeng bid farewell to the dogs one by one.

The dogs were very cooperative, nudging up to Mengmeng and wagging their tongues in response.

Xiao Hei personally escorted Zhang Han and Mengmeng down the mountain. It wasn't until the jeep disappeared from its sight that it turned back towards the mountain.

Perhaps before Zhang Han transformed it, Xiao Hei saw him as just a passerby. But after the transformation, it regarded Zhang Han as its master for life, the master it believed it had to protect forever.

Back at the restaurant, Zhang Han placed the Little Princess on the sofa, turned on the children's channel on the TV, and began preparing the Little Princess's first meal.

He started by boiling fresh milk.

He took out the rice cooker. Zhao Kai had bought it for him, thinking that since Zhang Han ran a restaurant, he would need a large-capacity rice cooker.

He washed the rice twice with tap water. Washing it twice was sufficient; more than three times would cause significant loss of nutrients and reduce the rice's aroma.

For the third rinse, he added Spirit Water. The ratio of rice to water was about one to 1.2. It could be roughly measured with a finger; the water level should be slightly above the rice depth. Zhang Han had only recently learned these small tips.

After all, with Mengmeng around, Zhang Han was learning in every aspect.

The milk was soon boiled. Even with the powerful range hood, a faint milky aroma still lingered in the room.

"What a fragrant smell."

A customer entered the restaurant. Smelling the milky aroma, she couldn't help but swallow. She felt she had never smelled such a mouth-watering milky fragrance before. She didn't particularly like drinking milk and had never imagined milk could emit such an alluring scent.

"Boss, what do you have to eat? First, give me some milk... Huh? Is that you?" the woman said, taking two steps inside. Upon seeing Zhang Han's appearance and the Little Princess on the sofa, her eyes widened.

She was Liang Mengqi, the beautiful woman in the white bikini who had offered Mengmeng a cold drink at New Moon Bay beach a few days prior. She didn't have a strong impression of Zhang Han, but she remembered Mengmeng very clearly.

Mengmeng was undoubtedly beautiful, inheriting excellent genes from Ziyan. Even after returning home, Liang Mengqi's mind would occasionally recall Mengmeng's image: her big eyes, long eyelashes, and fair, tender face, like a little princess from a fairy tale.

"Who are you?"

Zhang Han glanced indifferently at Liang Mengqi. She had a melon seed-shaped face, large eyes, and was dressed casually in a short-sleeved shirt and shorts. Her legs were slender and long, and she wore sandals. It had to be said, she was a beauty rated eighty-eight points or higher. Despite her beauty, Zhang Han had no impression of her.

"Hey! Uncle, I'm that beautiful woman who kindly offered your daughter a cold drink a few days ago, but you refused," Liang Mengqi said loudly.

"Oh," Zhang Han replied indifferently, showing no interest on his face.

"H-hello, miss, hi," Mengmeng said, holding up her little palm to greet.

"Hello there, little cutie," Liang Mengqi said with a smile, walking up to the sofa, wanting to sit down and play with Mengmeng.

"The white chair by the window over there is for guests," Zhang Han said indifferently.

Liang Mengqi's expression froze.

"Hey, why are you so unreasonable?" Liang Mengqi glared at Zhang Han.

However, Zhang Han ignored her.

"Hmph!" Liang Mengqi snorted to express her dissatisfaction, but she didn't end up sitting on the sofa. After all, the host didn't agree, so she wouldn't force it. She turned towards the small white dining table and asked, "What do you have to eat here? Give me a menu to look at."

"There's no menu. Today, we only have egg fried rice and milk," Zhang Han replied.

"Egg fried rice and milk?" Liang Mengqi was stunned, her expression somewhat bewildered.

The restaurant's decor wasn't like a restaurant, and they didn't even have food prepared? What kind of restaurant was this?

Liang Mengqi even felt like turning around and leaving, but the milky fragrance she had just smelled stopped her.

"Then I'll have a portion of egg fried rice and milk!" Liang Mengqi said irritably, sitting on the small chair by the window and playing with her phone.

"Please wait a moment," Zhang Han replied.

He chopped two stalks of green onion on the cutting board, took out four eggs about the size of goose eggs, beat them in a large bowl, and set them aside. After a moment's thought, he took out a small carrot and diced it.

By then, the rice was cooked. Zhang Han opened the lid, and a wave of heat immediately hit him, with the aroma of rice wafting everywhere.

"Huh?"

Liang Mengqi, who was playing a mobile game, suddenly smelled the aroma of rice and exclaimed in surprise.

The milk smell was already very fragrant, so why was the rice so fragrant too? It shouldn't be! Was she hallucinating from hunger?

Liang Mengqi was puzzled. She looked carefully at the room's environment and suddenly felt that Zhang Han had quite good taste. The Steinway piano and the jade TV background wall, she knew, cost over a million.

Does he play the piano? It's probably just for decoration, Liang Mengqi muttered to herself.

"Daddy, Daddy, it smells so good! Mengmeng is hungry and wants to eat," even Mengmeng was attracted by the aroma of rice. She turned her head and urged Zhang Han in a milky voice.

"It'll be ready in ten minutes, please wait," Zhang Han replied with a light chuckle.

As he spoke, he used the rice paddle to stir the rice, preparing to let it sit for a while to cool down.

Then, Zhang Han took out the Heavenly Fragrance Wood. The sharp energy within his body flowed to his palm, and he pressed lightly on the wood.

"Bang!"

A faint muffled sound was heard.

The Heavenly Fragrance Wood was still the same Heavenly Fragrance Wood, with no change.

However, when Zhang Han took out a rolling pin and lightly touched the Heavenly Fragrance Wood, the entire piece of wood instantly turned into powder.

Zhang Han rolled the rolling pin over the powder a few times, then placed the Heavenly Fragrance Wood powder into a seasoning bottle.

Heavenly Fragrance Wood is colorless and odorless. Its function is to maximize the aroma of the ingredients, enhancing the fragrance of the essential ingredients.