Futuristic Chef Transmigrated As Mother

Wait, another week has passed.

Xiaoguo has already prepared and has nothing to prepare, Zhuangzhuang's school bag, clothes, shoes, and books that may be used, even new rice paper and pen and ink.

Even if he didn't say it, he could see from Zhuangzhuang's expression that he already knew.

"Zhuangzhuang, get up."

Xiaoguo made breakfast, went back to the house, saw Zhuangzhuang still in bed, and even thought about it, she put the ice

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