"Hmmm...then, that's alright." Mengmeng pouted, and stopped watching TV. She just stepped on the sofa with her bare feet, her small arms resting on the backrest, and she tilted her head to watch. Looking at the busy Zhang Han.

On Zhang Han's side, the speed is obviously accelerated.

He took the chopped green onion in his left hand, and at the same time pulled out a Chinese kitchen knife from the knife holder with his right hand.