Futuristic Chef Transmigrated As Mother

Finally, seeing the others put down their brushes, with a wave of their little hand, a pair of verses appeared on the white Kongming lantern.

"I only hope that your heart is like spring, and you return once a year"

When she was writing, she was thinking about Jiang Danhe all day long. To be honest, not only now, she was thinking about Jiang Danhe all day today.

I don't know what he's doing, whether he's dressed warmly, whether he's eating delicious food, whether he's setting off firecrackers, whether there's anyone with him to keep the year old...

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