After Zhang Han took the stinky tofu, there were about seven yuan in a small bowl, so he first picked one and handed it to Mengmeng.

"Forehead?"

Mengmeng was stunned for a moment, leaned over and smelled it with her small nose, then turned her head; "Oh, you don't want to eat stinky things, Baba, you're bad, give them to Mengmeng stinky things to eat."