"PaPa, what shall we have for dinner?" At about four o' clock, Mengmeng was already tired of playing. The little girl ran to Zhang Han and asked in a childish tone.

"What does Mengmeng want to eat?" Zhang Han asked.

"Hmm... what to eat?" Mengmeng pondered for a while but still did not know what she wanted. She muttered and said, "Well, Mengmeng doesn't know what to eat."

"Ha-ha." Zhang Han shook his head and smiled. He looked over at the livestock ...