C1041 The Little Guy's Food

"Eh?" "Is that so?"

"Definitely, why don't we try?"

"Yes, yes."

Mengmeng nodded and jumped to the ground. His left hand pulled Zhang Han's right hand, and he nervously walked forward one step at a time.

"Dad, is that really possible?"

When he was twenty meters away, the Mengmeng said nervously.

"Of course you can. It's about time to give it a try." Zhang Han laughed