Chapter: 1977

"It's okay, no trouble." Zhang Han turned his head and smiled, and said: "Mother Martin, you should also sit and rest for a while, and the food will be fine after a while."

"OK."

Martin's mother nodded, turned around and saw that Martin was already sitting on the sofa playing with Mengmeng and the others.

She laughed and walked over: "Mengmeng, this is a toy that Auntie brought you."

While speaking, she put the bag in her hand beside Mengmeng.

"Thank you, auntie, I have new toys to play with." Mengmeng happily replied, Shui Ling's big eyes revealed happiness and satisfaction, opened the bag, and said with a few friends: "Let's play with new toys together!"

"Yeah......"

Several children got together and took apart the toy together.

Seeing Mengmeng's happy look, Zhang Han, who was cooking, also laughed lightly.

As long as the little princess is happy, it doesn't matter what he does as a father.

Two minutes later, a black BMW Seven Series parked in the parking space in front of the restaurant.

A blond man in a suit and leather shoes and a yellow-haired woman in a dress walked over holding Stephen's hand.

Stephen also wore a dapper suit, giving it a very formal feel.

"Here comes Stephen," said Martin suddenly.

Several little guys looked over, Zhao Feng went to open the door, and said a word of welcome with a smile.

Stephen's parents also nodded in response to thank you.

But Stephen's father looked at Zhao Feng a few more times.

"Mengmeng." Stephen greeted Mengmeng politely, like a little gentleman.

But he didn't walk over, but followed closely beside his parents.

A family of three came to the kitchen counter.

Stephen's mother said in fluent Chinese:

"Hello, Mr. Zhang, thank you for your invitation and hospitality."

"You're welcome." Zhang Han responded with a smile.

After Stephen's mother finished speaking, she waited for her husband to say hello, but there was no response after waiting for two seconds. She glanced at him strangely, but found that there was sweat on his forehead, which made her face change slightly.

"Are you feeling unwell?" she asked.

"No." Stephen's father wiped off his sweat, with a look of respect in his eyes, bowed to Zhang Han, and said, "Mr. Zhang, hello."

"Hello, you're welcome, go and sit down, the food is almost ready." Zhang Han replied with a chuckle.

He was also a little surprised by Stephen's father's state, his spiritual sense came out through his body, and after investigating, he was slightly stunned.

Western blood race?

Judging from the level of energy in his body, it seems to be around the level of a master of the sky rank. In Western terms, Qi Jin belongs to the C rank.