Fragrance That Overturned All Conceptions

Although the Heavenly Fragrance Wood was only a first-order Spiritual Treasure, it was basically the best seasoning on Earth.

Just as Zhang Han placed the Heavenly Fragrance Wood in the spice box, the restaurant welcomed two more customers.

For some reason, these two customers were women again. They looked to be in their early twenties. This was already the third group of customers, and every single one of them had been female. Could it be that the restaurant was especially attractive to women?

"Hey, boss, bring us a menu."

These two women looked somewhat rebellious. Their hair was yellow mixed with purple, making for a dazzling array of colors, and their outfits were rather wild. They seemed to be rebellious young women. One of them, a sharp-faced girl, called out loudly.

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

"Nani?"

The sharp-faced girl widened her eyes and let out a mocking laugh. Her words carried a hint of ridicule. "Are you kidding? You opened a restaurant that only sells egg fried rice?"

"What he sells has nothing to do with you." Her companion patted her, then looked at Zhang Han and asked, "How much are a serving of egg fried rice and a cup of milk here?"

There was no menu, and they did not know the prices, so she asked first.

Zhang Han was slightly taken aback. He had not thought about the prices yet. After pondering for a moment, he looked at the woman who had spoken. "How much do egg fried rice and milk cost elsewhere?"

The woman slightly furrowed her brows. She felt that this restaurant was becoming more and more unprofessional. If the restaurant had not been exceptionally clean, she would have suspected that the owner did not even have a business license.

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

Ordinary small restaurants or street vendors sold egg fried rice for around twelve yuan, while milk cost roughly three yuan per cup. However, a clean and elegant establishment like Zhang Han's could charge somewhat more, so the woman's estimate was not far off.

"Oh. Then my egg fried rice is 280 yuan per serving, and the milk is 80 yuan a cup." Zhang Han nodded.

Little did he know that his words changed both women's expressions. Even Liang Mengqi gave Zhang Han a strange look, wondering where he had found the confidence to charge ten times the usual price.

"Are you crazy?" The sharp-faced girl's voice turned shrill. "How do you do business? You're selling egg fried rice for 280 yuan? Chef God Wang Long can sell his egg fried rice for 5,000 yuan. Do you think you're him? If you were him, would you still be running some shabby little shop here?"

Wang Long was a famous Chef God in Hong Kong. His title was no empty boast—his culinary skills were extraordinary. Even Stephen Chow's movie The God of Cookery had been based on him. Wang Long had also served as head chef at many famous five-star hotels in Hong Kong and was highly favored by the upper class. Many influential figures were his regular customers.

That was why he could sell egg fried rice for 5,000 yuan. His 5,000-yuan egg fried rice was even frequently mentioned and had appeared in numerous headlines.

Many people knew about this, but Zhang Han did not, nor did he have any interest in learning about it.

"If you're not eating, then get out." Seeing Mengmeng grow somewhat frightened by the woman's shrill voice, Zhang Han slightly furrowed his brows and said in a low voice, "And I don't know any Wang Long or Li Long. If he sells it for 5,000, then I'll sell mine for 50,000."

"You!" The sharp-faced woman was just about to erupt, but her companion pulled her back.

Although her companion was dressed rather wildly as well, she clearly had a gentler personality. She was unhappy, but her tone remained fairly calm. "Sir, your price is indeed outrageous. We could report you to the Consumer Association. Besides, Wang Long's 5,000-yuan egg fried rice uses Thai fragrant rice that has been dried for a year. Not just anyone can sell egg fried rice at a high price."

"Oh?" Zhang Han glanced at her, a trace of disdain in his voice. "Don't even mention drying it for a year. Even if it had been dried for a hundred years, it still couldn't compare to my rice."

When it came to ingredients, no rice in the world could surpass the rice grown on New Moon Mountain. Thai fragrant rice, Australian fragrant rice, and North American wild rice were all inferior to Zhang Han's rice.

Perhaps Earth also had a martial arts world or a Cultivation World, and perhaps they possessed some high-end grains and flour. But who could say without having seen them? Besides, even if such ingredients existed, one should not forget that New Moon Mountain was still growing. It had only begun to take shape. Once the Thunder Sun Tree completed its third transformation and New Moon Mountain became a true treasure land, the ingredients cultivated there would be unimaginably incredible.

"You! You're impossible to reason with! Let's go!"

The woman angrily said this. Afraid that the sharp-faced girl would lose her temper, she grabbed her companion and stormed out of the restaurant.

"Papa, they're so scary." Mengmeng spoke softly.

"They're just ignorant Ants. Don't pay them any mind. Daddy's going to start cooking now. It'll be ready soon." Zhang Han smiled faintly.

"Mm, okay. No, no mind the Ants." Mengmeng replied and turned her head toward the television.

This scene made Liang Mengqi's expression stiffen. The corner of her mouth twitched slightly as she sighed inwardly at Zhang Han's unusual method of education.

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

"Hey, you're not really planning to sell one serving of egg fried rice for 50,000 yuan, are you?"

In Liang Mengqi's opinion, 50,000 yuan for one serving of egg fried rice was truly excessive. Although 50,000 yuan was nothing to her, nobody wanted to be taken for a fool.

"Two hundred and eighty." Zhang Han did not look up and simply answered.

In Zhang Han's view, selling his egg fried rice for 50,000 yuan would have been perfectly reasonable. But after thinking it over, he decided not to be too shocking. Ten times the ordinary price would be enough.

"Oh." Liang Mengqi nodded and pursed her lips. "Hurry up and make it. I'm already starving."

"Hurry up, Mengmeng's hungry too." Mengmeng pouted and urged him on.

"All right, all right. It'll be ready soon." Zhang Han chuckled softly and began cooking.

There were several ways to make egg fried rice. One could beat the eggs evenly and mix them with the rice, which would make the fried rice golden yellow, with every grain coated in egg.

But Zhang Han did not intend to do that. Instead, he planned to fry the eggs and rice separately.

First, Zhang Han poured the eggs into the oiled wok and stir-fried them. Once they formed small pieces, he took them out. Eggs cooked quickly and were not suitable for prolonged frying, as that would worsen their texture.

He poured more soybean oil into the wok, added diced carrots, and stir-fried them a few times before adding the rice. After frying everything evenly, he added the eggs, sprinkled in a little salt and thirteen-spice powder, and just before taking it off the heat, he added the Heavenly Fragrance Wood. The aroma of the egg fried rice immediately grew three times richer.

Once everything was done, Zhang Han divided the egg fried rice into three portions.

He and Mengmeng ate from two ceramic plates, and their milk was served in glass cups. Liang Mengqi, however, received only a disposable food container, a disposable cup, and disposable chopsticks.

Zhang Han placed the egg fried rice and two cups of milk on the dining table, then switched on the crystal chandelier above them. The room instantly became three times brighter.

"Mengmeng, come on. It's time to eat."

Zhang Han picked Mengmeng up and carried her to the dining table. After sitting down, he glanced indifferently at Liang Mengqi. "Go get yours."

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

When ordering at a restaurant, was there any reason for customers to fetch their own food?

"Hmph! I'll see whether your food is worth 280 yuan!" Liang Mengqi knew she could not win an argument with Zhang Han, so she snorted and unwillingly walked toward the food placed on the kitchen counter.

Seeing that everything was disposable, Liang Mengqi's expression stiffened slightly, and her displeasure deepened.

But in the next moment, the fragrance rushing into her nose instantly dispelled her unhappiness.

"It smells so good."

Liang Mengqi sighed inwardly. Her stomach began to growl, and she immediately served herself some rice before carrying the plate to the dining table by the window.

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

It was her habit not to rush when eating something delicious. So she picked up the paper cup, intending to take a sip of milk.

However, the instant the first mouthful of milk entered her mouth, her eyes went blank.

This was the first time in her life she had tasted milk with such an aroma!

Other fresh milk tasted somewhat bland without sugar, and if it was not boiled properly, it could even have a faint sour or bitter taste. Adding sugar changed the flavor of the milk. Yet the milk she was drinking had no taste of white sugar whatsoever, while still being incomparably sweet and mellow, with an exceptionally rich milky fragrance. As she drank, Liang Mengqi even forgot the time and place, coming back to herself only after she had finished the entire cup.

"Boss, why does your milk smell so good?" Liang Mengqi could not help asking.

"This is the purest fresh milk in the world." Zhang Han replied indifferently without turning his head.

"Oh." Liang Mengqi nodded adorably, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she looked at the egg fried rice.

If even the milk tasted this good, the egg fried rice definitely would not disappoint her.

Liang Mengqi was about to use her chopsticks, but after thinking about it, she picked up the plastic spoon beside her instead.

She scooped up a spoonful of egg fried rice and put it in her mouth. The egg was tender, and the grains of rice were soft and slightly sticky. The diced carrots were a little crisp, with a satisfying texture. At the same time, the fragrance of rice, the rich aroma of egg, and the faint freshness of carrot swirled around her mouth, making her close her eyes involuntarily to savor it.

"This... is this really egg fried rice?"

"Can egg fried rice really be this delicious?"

"This is a hundred times, a thousand times better than the egg fried rice made by Wang Long!"

Liang Mengqi was completely stunned. She had expected the egg fried rice to surprise her, but she had never imagined that 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 as if everything she had eaten before had been fake egg fried rice!

She had eaten dishes made by Chef God Wang Long before, and she had tasted his 5,000-yuan egg fried rice. Back then, she had believed Wang Long's egg fried rice to be among the finest in the world. But the egg fried rice before her had completely overturned her concept of it!