Mengmeng ran to Ziyan's place and combed Mengmeng's hair, which was also Ziyan's favorite thing. Dressing up her daughter beautifully gave her a sense of satisfaction.

"Is Dad cooking? I can already smell the aroma." Mengmeng sniffed and asked.

"The nose is quite good, breakfast is almost ready." Zi Yan smiled slightly: "Your Aunt Xue and Uncle Feng have something to do today, let your grandma or grandma take you there?"