Futuristic Chef Transmigrated As Mother

Xiaoguo was a little dissatisfied when she heard what he said and didn't say anything, but she also understood that if Jiang Danhe didn't say it, you couldn't pry open his mouth.

"Oh, why are you going?"

Jiang Danhe glanced at Xiaoguo, who rolled his eyes at him, then got up and left, and stopped her nervously. Could it be that he was in a hurry.

"Go and cook for someone."

When the words fell, Xiaoguo walked to the kitchen without looking back.

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