Futuristic Chef Transmigrated As Mother

"Mother, what did you say I wrote?"

"Then you need to open up your little brain."

Zhuangzhuang held a writing brush, his little head was lying on the table weakly, and there was a couplet paper cut by Xiaoguo in front of him, but he just didn't know how to write. feel inappropriate.

"Mother~"

Zhuangzhuang had no choice but to ask Xiaoguo for help.

"Hmm~" Xiaoguo put down the broom and sat down.

The content of this chapter is being updated...