Godly Stay-Home Dad

    Zhang Han gathered the kitchen and took a rag to the white table.

    I took a small one hundred dollar bill from the top and put it in the drawer of the computer counter without looking at it.

    The three people ate a total of five egg fried rice and six cups of beef and goat milk. Yu Qingqing’s refreshing taste left 2,100 yuan directly. Normally, five eggs fried rice is 1,400 yuan. The cup of milk is 480 yuan, a total of 1,880 yuan is enough.

    However, Yu Qingqing's algorithm is not like this. She counts the egg fried rice directly to three hundred, and a cup of milk to one hundred, that is, one thousand five plus six hundred, two thousand one.

    However, Zhang Han is too lazy to check the money. The money is just a figure for him. Although there is not much now, Zhang Han has never worried about the lack of money in the future.

    Throw the carton tableware on the table into the trash can, and the phone rang when the table was wiped.

    At a glance, it was only eight o'clock. At this time, it was Zi Yan who was chatting with Mengmeng every day.

    "Zhang Han."Zi Yan's voice is as ethereal as ever, but Zhang Han still sounds a little tired.

    "Mm."

    "Every time, um, ah, you are so unwilling to talk to me?"Zi Yan's tone is somewhat dissatisfied.

    I don't know what's going on. Every time I listen to Zhang Han's faint 'Hmm' and 'Ah', Zi Yan always has a itch! If it is around him, I don’t have to think about it. Zi Yan will definitely be a mess.

    However, Zhang Han is inexplicable every time.

    When you called, I called my name. You told me to tell you?

    Silenced for a moment on the phone, Zi Yan’s voice also cooled down: “Telephone Mengmeng, I want to talk to her!”

    "Oh."Zhang Han nodded and went to Mengmeng. After sinking down, he asked: "How about the MV? Listening to your tone seems to be a little tired. ”

    "Hmph!" This is also like a sentence. ”Zi Yan hummed, soft tone three points, said: "Is very tired, yesterday photographed three o'clock in the morning, sleep four hours, a while to the suburbs to shoot, tenth before you have to shoot, No. 11th back to rest a day, 12th in Victoria Harbour has a business performance, 13th to see the final production of the song, Number 14th also to publicize the launch. ”

    Zhang Han heard a slight wrinkle and said: "Is it necessary to work so hard?"

    Nowadays, in the information age, there are a few fine work songs at home, and it is enough to go to two concerts.

    And Zi Yan, MV, commercial, press conference, etc., a lot of work in Zhang Han seems too busy, if you drink Pure Yang Water, it is estimated that her fatigue is twice as much.

    And what stars, banknotes are not clouds at the end, in the identity of their own Immortal Cultivator, after all, they will leave Mengmeng and their families after leaving the earth. After all, one person has to rise to the sky, the amount…Zi Yan should…Almost a part of the family?

    "I also want to accompany Mengmeng well, but I can't do it. I want to make money. I will give Mengmeng a good education, a life of worry-free life, and my reputation after the film has not been obtained. I have retired for five years. In the era of rapid development of information, people have to forget me. If I come back, I will work harder than others to succeed."Zi Yan said slowly.

    In fact, she is also under a lot of pressure. In this case, no matter who she is, the pressure will be great. At this time, the woman also needs a man to share the pressure for him, but in her eyes, to Zhang Han's temper and his views on the entertainment industry, he is unlikely to help himself.

    "Well, then you can do it, take care of your body outside, don't worry about making money, and I won't be short of money at home."Zhang Han indulged, and naturally said a word of concern.

    "Thank you."Zi Yan's voice was soft again, and some smiles said: "Right, listen to Mengmeng saying that the food you made is delicious?"

    "Mm."

    Zhang Han responded.

    "Hmph!" It seems that there are really two brushes in this confidence? ”Zi Yan snorted and said: "And, don't educate Mengmeng about what ants don't want to ants, or I will definitely want you to look good, go, call Mengmeng, I want to talk to her."

    "Oh."

    Zhang Han squatted and unknowingly stood on the sofa and talked to Zi Yan for five minutes. He handed the phone to Mengmeng, who watched the cartoon, and heard Mama's voice. Mengmeng didn't even watch the TV. He chatted. stand up.

    This chat is half an hour, Zi Yan is going to work, Mengmeng is very good to say goodbye before hanging up the phone.

    In the morning, the restaurant continued to have more than a dozen wave guests. The location of the restaurant is not bad, and the bright glass can be seen in the unique decoration of the room. The crystal chandelier on the table looks very elegant piano. Very neat decoration, various reasons have also attracted many customers.

    But because Zhang Han didn't cook, these people could only sigh and leave.

    Zhang Han indulged, and this was not a way to go, so Zhang Han put a sign in the direction of the front side of the restaurant.

    Business hours: 7.00-8.00 early, 12.00-13.00 at noon, 18.00-19.00 at night, not necessarily open every day, please do not disturb during non-business hours.

    Food: Egg fried rice – 280 yuan a cup, milk 80 yuan a cup, occasionally goat milk, 80 cups.

    The opening hours of the first article like the overlord clause are already unscientific in people's opinion. The price of the second article is even more infuriating to people who do not know the truth.

    Only sell fried rice, and the price is still so expensive, the ghost came to eat at this restaurant.

    Even after Zhang Han finished the signboard, the female staff member of the Sichuan spicy restaurant next door curiously came over and looked at it. After seeing the above news, she smiled back and forth, and it was inevitable that it was a sneer.

……

    At the same time, Xue Qian's home.

    Yikes! What is this garbage? It’s really killing me! ”Li Fan was very annoyed to pick up the headset, and said with a sigh of relief: "His mother, Gangte, who studied less than half a year of music, dare to deliver the song, I am really convinced, the vote will be forgotten, even the scores are not Complete, is it a game of playing songs with me?"

    Hehehe.Xue Qian smiled and said, "I will listen to the songs in the afternoon. You rest and rest. I think you are going crazy when you listen."

    "I am crazy, I am hungry."Li Fan’s stomach screamed twice and he stood up and said, “I’m going to make a bowl of noodles.”

    "Don't, let's go out and eat?" You have been working hard these days, and they went out to improve their meals. ”Asked Xue Qian.

    "Don't go out, I don't delay listening to the songs. I am going to the concert day, and there is not much time. It is complete to choose two good song concerts."Li Fan shook his head.

    Although the endorsements, business, and variety shows are irreparable, but the public opinion is no longer a one-sided situation, fans are also very supportive of him, and on these two days, Xue Qian’s face will occasionally leak a smile, Li Fan sees it in his eyes. There are also some reliefs in my heart.

    "Then I order some food, don't eat instant noodles."Xue Qian said that he put down his guitar and took out his mobile phone to order some food.

    "That's OK, I want an eight-inch pizza, two six-six steaks, and some dessert snacks."Li Fan smiled and sat back at the computer desk.

    "You are not at all polite!"Xue Qian smiled.

    Li Fan has been with him for more than four years. He has done things seriously and fulfilled his duties. The relationship between the two is also very good. He will also make some jokes in private.

    "Which employees and bosses are polite."

    Li Fan grinned and put on the headset, looking again at the computer screen and opening the next mailbox.

    The name of this song is called an actor.

    "Eh? The name feels OK, but the content is estimated to be white, the information is quite complete, even the tuning piano has…Eh? What the hell? This song actually has a price tag of 100,000 yuan? Gross! Crazy? ”

    Li Fan called out loud.

    In general, the income of a song, the main creative staff is divided into 5 percent of the royalties, the singer can be divided into 20 to 40 percent, and the rest belong to the record company, but because of piracy, these Divided into income is actually not high, and sometimes good songs are all copyright buyouts, the price is generally 50,000 or 60,000, a slightly famous producer will have a price of more than 100,000.

    And those qualified producers, Li Fan, have long been familiar with it, and there is no such thing as 'Hanyang'.

    Then a newcomer, dare to open a price of 100,000, seems to be a bit arrogant in Li Fan.

    "Oh ?" 100,000 songs? I listened to it with an audio. ”

    Even Xue Qian himself gave birth to a curiosity.

    "Then listen to this so-called 100,000 yuan song!"Li Fan snorted, pulled the headset out, inserted an impression, and began to play music accompaniment.

    When the melodious piano accompaniment sounded, Li Fan gave a glimpse.

    "It's a bit interesting!"

    Li Fan's expression became extremely serious in an instant, listening carefully to the accompaniment.

    And Xue Qian, already closed his eyes and felt.

    Unconsciously, an accompaniment was heard.

    "At last I heard a more like thing, let's listen to the tuning piano."Li Fan said, and began to play the piano.

    After listening to the piano, Li Fan's brow picked it up. He glanced at Xue Qian and said, "I think…fine work is coming!"

    "Look at the lyric!"

    Xue Qian quickly got together.

    "The simple way to speak is simple. Please excuse your emotions. You are not an actor. Don't design those plots…."

    After reading the lyrics, Li Fan’s expression was a little excited, and he trembled:

    "Good! This lyric is really good! It’s great, I feel, I feel that if you sing this song, it will be very perfect! ”

    ActorsXue Qian’s eyes are a little lost, muttering: “This is the song I want!”