Restaurant Entering the Right Track

"We only have Egg Fried Rice and milk for now," Zhang Han replied, glancing at him.

"Mainlander?" The woman was slightly taken aback. She could tell from Zhang Han's Mandarin and a hint of disdain flashed in her eyes involuntarily.

Zhang Han glanced at her indifferently, ignoring her.

As long as one spoke Mandarin outside, some Hong Kong locals would reveal a hint of disdain. It wasn't exactly discrimination, but rather annoyance.

Zhang Han remembered Zhang Li mentioning this when they were chatting. After a few years in Hong Kong, she understood why locals disliked Mainlanders.

She said that many Mainlanders used various means to give birth in Hong Kong hospitals, forcing many local pregnant women to go to more expensive private hospitals. Gradually, even the private hospital beds were taken. You think you're rich? Sorry, Mainlanders are richer than you. Later, the Hong Kong government even introduced a regulation restricting Mainlander pregnant women from coming to Hong Kong to give birth. There were protests, and every weekend, especially during holidays, large crowds of Mainlanders would go to Hong Kong to shop, not queuing, talking loudly, running red lights… and many goods were bought out.

These reasons made Hong Kong people dislike Mainlanders. But in reality, there are all sorts of people in a large crowd. Every place has people with high and low morals. There are many scumbags among Hong Kong locals too. It's just that too many Mainlanders go to Hong Kong.

However, Zhang Han had always ignored such looks.

How could an anteater care about the gaze of mere ants?

Let alone Hong Kong people, even foreigners, aliens, or cultivators, Zhang Han wouldn't care about them.

"Just these two? Then I'll have a portion of Egg Fried Rice and milk," the woman said, taking out her wallet. "How much is it?"

"Egg Fried Rice is 280 per portion, and milk is 80 per cup," Zhang Han said. "If you want to eat, you'll have to wait half an hour."

"So expensive? Then I'll pass." The woman quickly put her wallet away, gave Zhang Han a contemptuous look, and turned to leave.

After leaving, she quickly returned to the Sichuan restaurant next door.

The interior decoration and layout were also good, specializing in spicy Sichuan dishes, and the chef was hired from Sichuan at a high price.

Since the restaurant didn't have much business in the morning, it was relatively quiet. The service staff were only responsible for cleaning in the morning. At this time, the restaurant manager and five waiters were sitting at a table by the door.

"Manager, Manager, I checked. The restaurant next door is opened by a Mainlander," the woman said hurriedly as she returned and sat down on a chair.

"Opened by a Mainlander?"

"Another Mainlander wanting to make money in New Moon Bay."

"……"

The waiters discussed for a few moments, while the manager pondered and asked, "What kind of food does the restaurant sell?"

The woman paused, and with a hint of amusement in her voice, uttered three words: "Egg Fried Rice."

Everyone was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"And milk," the woman added immediately. "Guess how much he's selling them for? 280 for a portion of Egg Fried Rice, and 80 for a cup of milk."

This statement left the waiters stunned.

"Heh, is he desperate to make money?" a man in his early twenties scoffed.

"This is called opening a restaurant? No wonder there are no customers!"

"Yeah, does he think he's a Chef God? Selling it so expensively is a joke!"

Amidst the chatter, they could all see a hint of mockery in each other's eyes. Although they didn't say it out loud, they all thought the owner had issues.

"This is interesting," the middle-aged manager chuckled and shook his head. "I was wondering why the customers who went in these past two days came out in less than two minutes. It turns out it's the price."

As he spoke, the manager couldn't help but laugh. He looked at the woman and said, "Then why didn't you try what 280 yuan worth of rice tastes like?"

"Am I crazy?" the woman pouted and smiled.

In her opinion, eating a portion of Egg Fried Rice for 280 yuan was an act of madness.

According to her, Zhang Han's restaurant was now welcoming three 'crazy' people.

"Boss, when will the food be ready?" Liang Mengqi walked in with a smile, leading the way.

"Twenty minutes," Zhang Han replied after glancing at her.

"Then we'll wait a bit," Liang Mengqi said. Seeing the effeminate man heading towards Zhang Han's large dining table, she quickly reminded him, "Hey, hey, this is for customers."

"What? We can't just sit anywhere?" the effeminate man was slightly taken aback.

"What do you think? That's where the boss eats with his daughter." Liang Mengqi rolled her eyes at him and was the first to sit on a small chair next to the customer dining table. The short-haired woman didn't say anything and sat directly opposite Liang Mengqi.

"Such a small dining table? Damn, Mengqi, you didn't trick us, did you? If you two sit here, where will I sit?" the effeminate man said indignantly.

"There's space at the table next to us. Stop dawdling and sit down, or you can go outside!" the short-haired woman glared at him.

"Fine, fine, I'll sit next to you, okay? Honestly, I'm telling you, if this meal isn't to my taste today, I'm going to curse!" the effeminate man snorted.

"So annoying I'm getting goosebumps!" the short-haired woman rolled her eyes to herself.

"Hehehe… you two, one effeminate and one tomboy, you're quite a match," Liang Mengqi said with a light laugh.

The effeminate man's name is Zhao Dahu, a tough name for a feminine person. The short-haired woman's name is Yu Qingqing, a soft name for a straightforward personality. What's more interesting is that Zhao Dahu has been persistently pursuing Yu Qingqing for nearly two years.

"Who's a match for him? I don't like effeminate guys at all!" Yu Qingqing said irritably.

"Hmph! I just like tomboys," Zhao Dahu mumbled. He then looked around the environment and said, "This place doesn't look like a restaurant at all. There are only three small tables for customers. I don't think that guy has any intention of running a restaurant."

"What does it matter to you how he decorates? Can you stop nagging?" Yu Qingqing turned and patted Zhao Dahu on the shoulder.

"Okay, okay, I won't say anything then, alright?" Zhao Dahu shifted his body and said, "Although it doesn't look like a restaurant, the decoration is quite unique. That's a real jade background wall over there. And speaking of which, this Steinway piano looks cool. I just don't know if it's purely for decoration."

"Let me tell you, Zhao the Effeminate," Liang Mengqi said, nodding towards Zhang Han, "his piano skills are no less than Lang Zong's."

"Really? That good?" Yu Qingqing said in surprise.

"Ooh ooh ooh, Mengqi, I bet you've got a crush on that old man, huh? Praising him like that, tsk tsk." Zhao Dahu said sarcastically. As he spoke, he suddenly sniffed the air and asked in surprise, "Huh? Is that goat milk? It smells so good."

"Yeah, this milk seems really pure." Yu Qingqing also smelled the goat milk. She turned her gaze and saw Zhang Han pouring out two cups of goat milk. There seemed to be some left in the pot, steaming and fragrant with milk.

"Gulp gulp gulp..." Liang Mengqi's stomach rumbled twice. She subconsciously licked her lips and murmured, "I can hardly wait."

As she waited anxiously, the agonizing twenty minutes finally passed.

"Mengmeng, we're going to eat." Zhang Han placed the breakfast on the table and walked over to pick up Mengmeng, who was still engrossed in watching cartoons.

"Time to eat!" Mengmeng cheered in her dad's arms, raising her little arms. When she sat at the table, she finally saw the three of them.

"Oh, the young lady is here?" Mengmeng waved her little palm.

"Good morning, Mengmeng," Liang Mengqi smiled sweetly. There was a small dimple on the right side of her cheek.

"Good morning, Mengmeng," Zhao Dahu and Yu Qingqing also greeted them with smiles.

"Hello, hmph." Mengmeng greeted them politely at first, then remembered what they had said on the beach and snorted again. She turned her head and picked up her spoon to start eating breakfast.

"Your plates are on the counter, and the rice is in the pot above. Help yourselves to rice. There's milk in the big pot next to it, and goat milk in the small pot," Zhang Han told the three of them.

"Okay," Liang Mengqi eagerly got up and walked over.

Yu Qingqing frowned slightly.

She had never encountered a restaurant where guests had to serve themselves. If it were a buffet, fine, but this was a small restaurant selling Egg Fried Rice!

"Hmph!" Zhao Dahu glared at Zhang Han and swaggered over.

"It really is pure Egg Fried Rice, just egg and rice. There's hardly any scallions, but it smells pretty good." Zhao Dahu sniffed the air and served himself a portion after the two ladies had finished.

As for the milk and goat milk, all three of them chose the goat milk. They often drank milk, but rarely goat milk.

However, after Zhao Dahu and Yu Qingqing poured their milk, they turned around and were suddenly stunned.

They saw Liang Mengqi return to the table in three quick steps, put down her breakfast, and then devour it like a storm.

Watching her eat, both of them felt like she hadn't eaten in three days.

"Is it really that delicious?" Yu Qingqing and Zhao Dahu exchanged a glance and murmured.

"Let's try it!" Zhao Dahu said, and they quickly walked back.

After sitting down, Yu Qingqing looked at Liang Mengqi, who hadn't even lifted her head, and was stunned again. She scooped a spoonful of rice into her mouth. The moment she tasted it, Yu Qingqing's eyes gradually widened.

This... is this really Egg Fried Rice?

Yu Qingqing actually doubted it. She closed her eyes, chewed a few times, and after swallowing, she felt a sense of comfort throughout her body.

She looked down at the Egg Fried Rice on her plate, then at Liang Mengqi, who had already eaten half of it, and finally at her own spoon. She began to eat at three times her usual speed.

She remembered a Chef God once saying: The joy of exquisite food lies in allowing the eater to become completely immersed in it, as if embarking on a wonderful journey of taste.

Yu Qingqing was precisely in that state now, completely intoxicated by her meal.

Faintly, she thought she heard Zhao Dahu sobbing behind her.

"Wuwuwu... It's too delicious, this is too f***ing delicious... This isn't Egg Fried Rice, this is simply life..."