However, Zhang Han ignored her.

"Huh!" Liang Mengqi snorted to express her dissatisfaction, but after all, she did not sit on the sofa. After all, the master did not agree, and she would not force it. She turned and walked to the small white dining table, and asked on the way: "What are you doing?" What is there to eat? Show me a menu."

"There is no menu, only egg fried rice and milk today." Zhang Han replied.