Futuristic Chef Transmigrated As Mother

The result was obvious, of course it was burnt.

Li Shouji and Xiaoyi put down their chopsticks together and then hissed and stuck out their tongues. It was obvious that it was not too hot just now.

Jiang Shanhe glanced at Li Shouji with disgust, and then his eyes were attracted by the shiny and transparent bars in the bowl.

"Hey, what is this transparent strip? The style is a little surprising."

Jiang Danhe picks up the soil

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