"Good morning Mengmeng." Zhao Dahu and Yu Qingqing also greeted with a smile.

"Hello, huh." Mengmeng greeted politely first, then remembered what the two of them had said on the beach, snorted again, turned her head and picked up a spoon to start eating breakfast.

"Your dinner plates are on the counter, and the rice is in the rice bowl above. Go and serve it yourself. There is milk in the big pot next to it, and goat's milk in the small pot." Zhang Han said to the three of them.