Futuristic Chef Transmigrated As Mother

Ruyi frowned, these two are really weird.

Seeing that the voice of dissatisfaction was getting louder and louder, I thought about going forward to ask, but before I moved, I saw that the two just now sat back in their original positions, and waved to order a soup noodle.

Ruyi scratched her head, not understanding their behavior very well.

"Accounting."

"Oh good!"

Ruyi retracted her gaze and continued to play the abacus.

"Old man, why do you order another one?

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