Chapter: 1978

Why is he sweating?

When Zhang Han thought about it, he understood that the blood race could feel the blood of people, probably because he sensed that the blood in his body was more majestic and stressed.

So Zhang Han's mind moved, and the power of spiritual consciousness surrounded the skin, isolating the blood.

"call......"

At this moment, Stephen's father breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't feel anything when he first entered the door, but when he got close, it seemed like the blood pressure of the people in the clan, so that he didn't dare to act rashly.

'This level of qi and blood is at least the master of the late stage, and everyone in the clan is considered the strength of the Duke, which is really terrible. '

Stephen's father was secretly startled.

"Hello, Uncle Zhang." Stephen greeted obediently without feeling anything.

"Well, hello, I heard that you can speak three languages, very powerful." Zhang Han said with a smile.

There are three members of this family, Stephen's father is blood, Stephen's mother is a normal person, Stephen has a trace of blood, but is more orthodox than his father.

"I'm also studying, Mengmeng is the smartest, and she can learn everything very quickly." Stephen said to Zhang Han like a little adult.

The corners of Zhang Han's mouth turned up three points.

But then, Stephen looked at his mother and asked eagerly, "Mom, can I go play with my friends?"

"Okay, let's go." Stephen's mother nodded with a smile.

Stephen's mother is also a Westerner, with a high bridge of nose and big eyes. She seems to be a strict mother.

Seeing Stephen running over to play, the two also walked to the side of the dining table and sat down, nodding and greeting the others.

Gradually, around half past eleven, the rest of the parents and classmates also arrived.

On the contrary, the father of a little girl didn't seem to be in a very high mood, as if he was unwilling to participate in this kind of party and was forced to be dragged by his daughter.

It's one thirty-five.

Zhang Han and Zhao Feng brought various dishes to the dining table. Each dish was divided into thirds and placed in various directions for the convenience of those who could not reach them.

This time, Zhao Feng also specially prepared some napkins, very formal feeling.

"Okay, everyone, come and line up to wash your hands and eat." Zhang Han clapped his hands in front of the bathroom door.

"Come on, Baba." Mengmeng got off the ground first, and came running and jumping.

Followed by the students, they washed their hands one after another, and everyone sat at the dining table.

Sitting on the chair, looking at the dazzling array of dishes, many children's saliva almost flowed out. Not only the children, but also the adults moved their index fingers. Li Kai stared at it for a long time.

"Today, we will replace the bar with tea. You are all welcome. Let's have dinner." Zhang Han raised his teacup and said with a smile.

"Thank you Mr. Zhang for your hospitality."

"Thank you, Uncle Zhang."

"Thank you, Mengmeng Papa."

Adults and children all said politely, and everyone started to eat.