Futuristic Chef Transmigrated As Mother

This red and yellow color, there are guards with knives, and people dressed as eunuchs and palace maids, every tile of each building is telling Xiaoguo that this is the palace!

"what?!"

Xiaoguo couldn't help but take a breath, the imperial palace?

"Mother? Mother?"

Zhuangzhuang didn't know what happened to Xiaoguo, didn't he just lift the curtain, why was he paralyzed?

Kansai outside the sedan chair seemed to hear Xiaoguo's exclamation, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

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