C45 Restaurant on the Right Track

"For now, only Egg Fried Rice and Milk." Zhang Han turned his head to look at her and replied.

"Mainland people?" The woman was stunned for a moment. She could tell from Zhang Han's Mandarin that he was from the Mainland, and a trace of contempt flashed in her eyes.

Zhang Han glanced at her and then ignored her.

As long as one spoke Mandarin