Subverting Concepts of Fragrance

Although Heavenly Fragrance Wood is only a Tier 1 Spiritual Treasure, it's essentially the best seasoning on Earth.

Just as Zhang Han placed the Heavenly Fragrance Wood into the seasoning box, two more customers arrived at the restaurant.

For some reason, the two customers who arrived were again women, both appearing to be in their early twenties. This was the third group of customers, and they were all women. Could it be that this restaurant is very attractive to females?

"Hey, boss, a menu please."

These two women looked a bit alternative, with yellow and purple hair that was a riot of colors. Their attire was also somewhat wild, appearing to be rebellious girls. One of them, with a pointed face, said loudly.

"There's no menu. Today, we only have egg fried rice and milk," Zhang Han replied after putting away the Heavenly Fragrance Wood.

"Nani?"

The pointed-faced woman's eyes widened. She let out a scoff, her words laced with mockery, "Are you kidding me? What kind of restaurant only serves egg fried rice?"

"It's none of your business what he sells," her companion said, patting her. She then looked at Zhang Han and asked, "How much is your egg fried rice and milk per serving here?"

There wasn't even a menu, and she didn't know the prices, so she asked first.

Zhang Han was slightly taken aback. He hadn't thought about the prices yet. After a moment of thought, he looked at the woman who had spoken and asked, "How much is egg fried rice and milk per serving elsewhere?"

The woman frowned slightly, feeling that this restaurant was becoming increasingly unprofessional. If the restaurant weren't so meticulously clean, she would have doubted if this person even had a business license.

"For a restaurant like yours, egg fried rice is usually around twenty-eight yuan, and a cup of milk is eight yuan," the woman replied with a frown.

Generally, small restaurants or vendors sell egg fried rice for about twelve yuan and milk for about three yuan a cup. But for a clean, elegant establishment like Zhang Han's, the prices would be relatively higher, not far from what the woman had stated.

"Oh, then my egg fried rice is two hundred and eighty yuan per serving, and milk is eighty yuan per cup," Zhang Han nodded and replied.

Unbeknownst to them, his words caused the expressions of the two women to change. Even Liang Mengqi looked at Zhang Han with some curiosity, wondering where he got the confidence to sell at ten times the price.

"Are you crazy?" the pointed-faced woman's tone became sharp. "How do you do business? Selling egg fried rice for two hundred and eighty? Chef God Wang Long's egg fried rice can sell for five thousand, do you think you're him? If you were him, could you still open a small, run-down shop like this?"

Wang Long is a famous Chef God in Hong Kong. The title of Chef God is not given lightly. His culinary skills are extremely high. The movie God of Cookery, starring Stephen Chow, was even based on him. Moreover, Wang Long has served as head chef in many renowned five-star hotels in Hong Kong and is highly favored by high-ranking officials. Many influential figures are his regular customers.

That's why he can sell egg fried rice for five thousand yuan, and even that five-thousand-yuan egg fried rice is often mentioned and has made headlines.

Many people know this, but Zhang Han is unaware and uninterested.

"If you're not eating, then leave." Seeing that Mengmeng was a little scared by the woman's shrill voice, Zhang Han frowned slightly and said in a deep voice, "Also, I don't know any Wang Long or Li Long. If he sells it for five thousand, then I'll sell it for fifty thousand."

"You!" The pointed-faced woman was about to get angry but was pulled back by her companion.

Although her companion was also dressed somewhat wildly, she appeared to be the gentler type. She was displeased, but her tone remained calm.

"Sir, the price you're asking is indeed a bit outrageous. We can report you to the Consumer Association. Besides, Wang Long's five-thousand-yuan egg fried rice uses Thai fragrant rice that has been dried for a year. Not everyone can sell egg fried rice at such a high price."

"Oh?" Zhang Han glanced at the woman, his tone carrying a hint of disdain. "Don't say dried for a year, even if it's dried for a hundred years, it can't compare to my rice."

When it comes to ingredients, in this world, no rice can compare to the rice grown on New Moon Mountain. Thai fragrant rice, Australian rice, North American wild rice – they are all inferior to Zhang Han's rice.

Perhaps there is a martial arts world or a cultivation world on Earth, and they might have some high-end grains, but no one can be sure. Moreover, even if there are, don't forget that New Moon Mountain is an evolving entity. It's only in its initial stages now. After the Thunder Sun Tree undergoes its third modification, New Moon Mountain will become a true treasure land, and the ingredients cultivated there will be incredibly heaven-defying.

"You! You're simply unreasonable! Let's go!"

The woman said angrily, also afraid that the pointed-faced woman would lose her temper. She threw down a parting remark and, grabbing her companion, stormed out of the restaurant.

"Daddy, they were so fierce," Mengmeng said softly.

"Ignorant ants, no need to mind them. Daddy is going to start cooking now, and you'll be able to eat soon," Zhang Han smiled slightly.

"Mhm, okay, not minding the ants, mhm." Mengmeng responded and turned to look at the television.

This scene caused Liang Mengqi's expression to stiffen. The corners of her mouth twitched, and she inwardly marveled at Zhang Han's peculiar educational methods.

Just as Zhang Han was about to start cooking, Liang Mengqi spoke.

"Hey, you're not actually planning to sell a serving of egg fried rice for fifty thousand, are you?"

Fifty thousand yuan for a serving of egg fried rice seemed excessive to Liang Mengqi. Although fifty thousand yuan was nothing to her, no one wanted to spend a fortune.

"Two hundred and eighty," Zhang Han replied without looking up.

In Zhang Han's opinion, his egg fried rice was worth fifty thousand yuan, but he reconsidered, deciding not to be too shocking, just ten times the ordinary price.

"Oh," Liang Mengqi nodded and pouted. "Make it quickly, I'm really hungry."

"Hurry up, Mengmeng is hungry too," Mengmeng urged with a pout.

"Alright, alright, it'll be ready soon." Zhang Han smiled gently and began to cook.

There are several ways to make egg fried rice. One can mix the rice with beaten eggs, which results in golden-yellow fried rice where every grain of rice is coated with egg.

But Zhang Han didn't plan to do it that way; instead, he would stir-fry the eggs and rice separately.

So, Zhang Han first poured the eggs into the hot oil and stir-fried them until they formed small pieces before removing them. The eggs cooked quickly and shouldn't be stir-fried for too long, as it would affect the texture.

He poured some soybean oil into the wok again, added diced carrots, stir-fried them for a few moments, then added the rice. After stir-frying evenly, he poured in the eggs, sprinkled a little salt and thirteen-spice powder. Just before it was ready to be served, Zhang Han sprinkled in the Heavenly Fragrance Wood, instantly enhancing the aroma of the egg fried rice by thirty percent.

Done. Zhang Han divided the egg fried rice into three portions.

He and Mengmeng had two ceramic plates, and the milk was served in glass cups. However, for Liang Mengqi, he only provided a disposable takeout container, a disposable cup, and disposable chopsticks.

Zhang Han placed the egg fried rice and two cups of milk on the dining table and turned on the crystal chandelier above, instantly brightening the room by thirty percent.

"Mengmeng, come, it's time to eat."

Zhang Han picked up Mengmeng and walked to the dining table. After seating her, he glanced at Liang Mengqi and said, "Go get it yourself."

"Huh?" Liang Mengqi was slightly stunned, feeling a little indignant.

Was there a rule where you had to pick up your own food after ordering at a restaurant?

"Hmph! I'll just have to see if your fried rice is worth two hundred and eighty yuan!" Liang Mengqi knew she couldn't argue with Zhang Han, so she let out a soft hmph and reluctantly walked towards the food displayed at the kitchen counter.

Seeing that everything was disposable, the treatment made Liang Mengqi's expression stiffen slightly, and her dissatisfaction grew.

But the next moment, the aroma that filled her nostrils instantly dispelled her unhappiness.

"It smells so good."

Liang Mengqi sighed inwardly, feeling her stomach rumble. She directly scooped some rice and walked to a table by the window with her tray.

She opened the disposable chopsticks at twice the usual speed, but stopped when she was about to start eating.

Good food shouldn't be rushed, that was her habit, so she picked up a paper cup, intending to take a sip of milk.

However, the moment she took her first sip of milk, her eyes went blank.

This was the first time in her life she had ever tasted milk with such a fragrance!

Other fresh milk tasted bland without sugar, and could even have a slightly sour taste if not prepared properly. Adding sugar changed the milk's flavor, but the milk she was drinking had no taste of sugar, yet it was incredibly sweet, mellow, and full of rich milky fragrance. It was so delicious that Liang Mengqi lost track of time and place until the entire cup was finished.

"Boss, why is your milk so fragrant?" Liang Mengqi couldn't help but ask.

"This is the purest fresh milk in the world," Zhang Han replied casually without looking back.

"Oh." Liang Mengqi nodded blankly, her eyes looking excitedly at the egg fried rice.

If even the milk was this good, the egg fried rice surely wouldn't be bad.

Liang Mengqi was about to pick up her chopsticks, but then she thought better of it and picked up the plastic spoon next to her.

She scooped a spoonful of egg fried rice into her mouth. The eggs were tender, the rice was soft and a little sticky, and the diced carrots were slightly crisp, giving it a satisfying texture. The aroma of the rice, the rich flavor of the eggs, and the hint of carrot fragrance swirled in her mouth, making her involuntarily close her eyes to savor it.

"Is... is this still egg fried rice?"

"Does such delicious egg fried rice really exist in this world?"

"This is a hundred times, a thousand times better than Wang Long's egg fried rice!"

Liang Mengqi was completely shocked. She had expected the egg fried rice to surprise her, but she never imagined the surprise would be so immense!

There was only one word to describe it: this egg fried rice was truly fragrant! It even made her feel like all the egg fried rice she had eaten before was fake!

She had also eaten dishes from Chef God Wang Long, and she had tasted his five-thousand-yuan egg fried rice. At the time, she thought Wang Long's egg fried rice was the best in the world, but this egg fried rice completely overturned her perception!