Futuristic Chef Transmigrated As Mother

After a long time, Jiang Danhe cleaned up his mood, at least not crying, and slowly let go of Xiaoguo.

Xiaoguo's legs are numb, not to mention her waist.

Xiaoguo sat down with the table, but Jiang Danhe felt a little embarrassed when she saw it.

He wiped away the tears on his face, "Ma'am, why didn't you use money to buy food during the famine?"

Jiang Shanhe knew about the difficulties during that time. As far as he knew, although there was no food in some areas, the county, town, and city had no food.

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