Zhang Han was taken aback, what did I come here for?

"I'll go downstairs to get a glass of milk." Zhang Han replied with a chuckle.

"Oh." Liang Mengqi nodded, and said: "That's just right. There is a foreign friend downstairs who is a Michelin food spy. He said he wants to taste your food. That kid came here for lunch and ate it. A face full of rice, hee hee."