Chapter 55 Zhao Feng's Story

His words made the woman beside him a little embarrassed. She glanced at the man and said, "Dongheng, it has nothing to do with you how the restaurant rules. Don't speak so aggressively."

"Why am I rushing? Xiaoqing, we are customers! Isn't the customer God to the service staff? This is the first time I have seen a customer serve their own food. What kind of attitude is this? I think I have to give consumption The Orthodox Association has complained." The man sneered, looked at Zhang Han and said.

"Oh." Zhang Han's expression didn't change at all, he replied lightly: "Then you go and complain."

After Zhang Han finished speaking, he hugged Mengmeng and walked to the sofa.

"Oh? Xiaoqing, look at his attitude..." The blond man looked sullen.

Before the words were finished, Liang Mengqi said in a cold voice: "What attitude? The price is written at the door, and the rules have always been here. If you don't want to eat, please go out, don't shout here."

"Yes, hum, the boss's meal is not something that ordinary people can eat, I see you, just go out if you don't have the attitude." Zhao Dahu rolled his eyes at the blond man, and said with a sly look.

"Hehe!" The man sneered and said, "I think you guys are the trustees here? What's the matter? Is it a black shop?"

"Dong Heng, don't talk about it." The woman beside him frowned and said, "We are here for dinner, if you don't want to eat with me, then go by yourself."

"That's not what I meant." The blond man shook his head and said, "I just don't like the service here. It's fine if the price is more expensive. If the service is not good, what is it?"

His words were obviously intended for Zhang Han, but Zhang Han didn't intend to pay attention to the blond man's pretense, and quietly watched him pretend.

Zhang Han ignored it, but some people paid attention to it.

After Zhao Feng reluctantly drank the last sip of milk, he stood up and walked towards the blond man.

When the blond man saw Zhao Feng, his eyes widened with a stunned expression. Obviously, he knew Zhao Feng.

"Eat?"

Zhao Feng walked in front of the blond man, he didn't show any expression, just uttered three words lightly from his mouth.

"Eat, eat, Brother Feng, why are you here?" The blond man had a bitter expression.

"If you want to eat, it's delicious. My table is empty. You can pack it up and sit there to eat." Zhao Feng stared at him and said, "Also, if you come here in the future, please be quiet."

"Yes, I see." The blond man nodded quickly.

This blond man is also a member of the Yonghe Society. His family runs a small company. He is considered a second-generation rich man. He occasionally invites people to spend money in the society. Zhao Feng has seen this guy a few times in Crescent Bay. He wants to please Zhao Feng, but Zhao Feng didn't buy it, and every time he saw Zhao Feng, it was like a mouse meeting a cat.

After Zhao Feng finished speaking, he ignored him, took his own cup, went to the kitchen and poured another glass of milk, then took the dishcloth and threw it to the blond man.

"Do you mind if I sit here?" Zhao Feng pointed to the empty seat in front of Zhao Dahu and said.

"No one, sit down." Zhao Dahu replied, and Zhao Feng's behavior also won him a little favor.

What is the source of goodwill? That is, speak for this restaurant and do things for this restaurant.

There is no doubt that Zhao Dahu is already the guardian of Zhang Han Restaurant.

The four people at the two tables here are drinking milk slowly, and at the innermost table, the blond young man and the tall woman are quickly eating fried rice with eggs.

If they usually ate delicious meals, they would still praise them face to face, but at this time, Zhang Han's fried rice with eggs made them forget their words, and they devoted themselves to it, unable to extricate themselves.

Even as he ate, a trace of apology flashed across the blond man's face.

It seems to be saying, "The boss cooks such delicious food, my attitude just now was not good, I really shouldn't..."

But at this moment, no one paid any attention to them.

"Boss." Liang Mengqi hurriedly said after seeing Zhang Han cleared up the big dining table: "As your first member,

Can I order a piano piece? "

"Oh?" Zhang Han glanced at her and nodded: "OK."

"Then I want to listen to Ye's piano music." Liang Mengqi said with a smile.

Zhang Han nodded gently, and hugged Mengmeng on the sofa: "Let's go play the piano."

"Hmm...it's not us playing, it's papa playing, papa, when will Mengmeng be able to play the piano..." Mengmeng's milky voice asked.

"Mengmeng is so smart, she will learn it later." Zhang Han said with a light smile.

"Is Mengmeng very smart?" Mengmeng's eyes lit up, and she said happily, "Well, how smart is that?"

"Uh..." Zhang Han pondered for a while, and replied: "Mengmeng is the smartest little princess in the heavens and the world."

"Pig...God...Sister Wan...what is it?" Mengmeng asked curiously.

"The heavens and the worlds mean everything. The sky is heaven and the earth, and the myriad is a infinite meaning. The world refers to the world. That is to say, in all the worlds, Mengmeng is the smartest." Zhang Han simply explained.

"Giggle... ummm." Mengmeng kissed Zhang Han's cheek several times before giggling.

The little princess likes papa's compliments on her very much.

Zhang Han put Mengmeng on the small sofa, then sat on the chair and opened the piano cover.

"A night of piano music for my lovely Mengmeng."

Zhang Han smiled softly and was silent for ten seconds.

Under the eyes of Liang Mengqi and the others, Zhang Han's hand moved violently.

The sound of the piano touched people's heartstrings.

Liang Mengqi looked at Zhang Han's sideways, in a daze. She felt that the piano music played by Zhang Han would always have a charm, which seemed to be what those pianos often say to give music emotion.

This is a state.

Even Zhao Feng's pupils were a little blurred, and his expression remained calm, but he recalled his experience in his heart following the rhythm of the piano music.

I could have had a good life and a good career, but that shot made everything a fantasy.

One of his comrades-in-arms and his best brother was shot in a trance when he was on a mission to encircle and suppress drug lords.

Lying in Zhao Feng's arms, he slowly told Zhao Feng the matter.

It turned out that on the day of the mission, his home was going to welcome a group of uninvited guests. Those people belonged to the usury company. His wife's father borrowed a loan from usury once. After repaying the money, he didn't expect the company to do something wrong. After half a year, he came to ask for the loan. The deadline given is the day on which the task will be carried out.

He had prepared a leave report, but who would have thought that the final battle with the drug lords would start, and the military order was like a mountain, so he gave up and went back immediately, planning to rush back overnight after the mission was over.

But he didn't make it through, and asked Zhao Feng to help him before he died.

However, in the middle of the night, when Zhao Feng came to the house of his comrades-in-arms, his wife committed suicide in bed. Zhao Feng was really crazy at the time, and went to the loan company alone, fought all the way, and finally reached the boss's office.

The boss had a sinister smile on his face, saying that he would send people to 'patronize' his comrades' homes frequently if he didn't pay back the money, and his loan company was also protected by law.

Confident, I can only use these four words to describe the boss.

But Zhao Feng didn't care about that, he punched the boss until he died!

It was also this shot that ruined Zhao Feng's life. If it wasn't for Tang Zhan's crimes, or for various reasons, he would have spent the rest of his life in prison.

Even if you come out now, you have to do very dangerous things. After all, Tang Zhan is cautious and ruthless in his actions. Don't doubt that he is a brainless big brother. If he doesn't have a shrewd mind, it is impossible to dominate the underground forces in the southern district !

‘Is that shot worth it? '

Sometimes Zhao Feng would ask himself, but then he would shake his head slightly: 'It's worth it! If he was given a chance, he would definitely punch a few more times! '

A melodious piece of music ended quietly while Zhao Feng was meditating.

"I'm playing a song, what do you want to hear?" Zhang Han asked, looking sideways at Liang Mengqi and the others.

"Canon Variations, the one you talked about before." Liang Mengqi hurriedly replied.

"Yeah." Zhang Han nodded slightly.

When preparing to play, the blond man opened his mouth:

"That.....Brother Boss, we still want to eat one more."

"Go and fill it yourself." Zhang Han replied.

"Okay okay."

At this time, the attitude of the blond man was extremely warm and polite, not only because of Zhao Feng, but also because he was also a foodie, who had no resistance at all when facing Zhang Han's food.

As the blond man walked towards the kitchen counter with two paper plates, a cheerful canon variation played.

'He can play the piano so well, the boss is really mysterious. '

Zhao Feng sighed in his heart.

At the end of the piano piece, Zhang Han put the cover down.

Zhang Han thought it was enough to play two pieces at a time, but when he put it down, Mengmeng became a little anxious. She stretched out her small arms and said:

"Hmm, Papa, Papa, don't put it down, Mengmeng still wants to play."

"Oh okay, come on, Dad will teach you how to play." Zhang Han hurriedly opened the piano cover again, hugged Mengmeng, and began to teach Mengmeng how to play the piano:

"Come on, press this button first, then this, then this, and this, it sounds good when connected together, try it?"

"Hehehe... this, this, this..." Mengmeng happily darkened with two small fingers.

What Zhang Han taught Mengmeng was Twinkle, Twinkle, Brilliant, very simple and pleasant. Mengmeng has a very good memory, so follow the sequence.

"Dad, press it for you, and then Mengmeng will sing, okay?"

After learning for a while, Zhang Han stretched out his hand and gently held the little princess' fingers, ready to start playing.

"Twinkle, twinkle, twinkle, the sky is full of little stars! Goggle..."

Playing the piano and singing together in Papa's arms, Mengmeng felt so happy.

On the other side of the window, Liang Mengqi and the others watched quietly, even the blond man and the tall slender woman who had finished their meal did not interrupt the warm scene.